tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post8195981598841436529..comments2023-07-22T04:25:04.122-05:00Comments on Not Quite What I Had Planned: Travel Tip #3Kristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18325715096763265816noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-77497132946904144082008-04-08T16:36:00.000-05:002008-04-08T16:36:00.000-05:00I had a similar issue with my own velvet bag fille...I had a similar issue with my own velvet bag filled with gold coins from the Building of Wondrous Donations. Except I realized my carriage license was missing at 10 PM on a Friday at a bridal shower in a small town, middle of nowhere, an hour from my home. Then, I realized I had thrown away the velvet bag at work and proceeded to take out the trash when I left for the weekend because I am so diligent. (Or fat and was afraid of the smell that a week’s worth of food wrappers would create!) Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal. I would simply go pay the DMV $25 for a new license on Monday morning. But oh no, of course this particular weekend was filled with a bachelorette party and going away party the following day...BOTH taking place at bars that would require my carriage license for me to gain entry. So I did what any level-headed person would do. I hauled-ass back to town, went back to work, and dug through the dumpster behind my office until I had retrieved my carriage license. Keep in mind it is now after midnight and I am in an ally, downtown, and digging through a dumpster. Did I mention that my office shares our dumpster with and Old Chicago Restaurant! Or that my trash bag was the ABSOLUTE last bag in the dumpster, buried under nasty food, and I couldn't reach it so I had to find a chair in a nearby courtyard to climb on & dangle my body half way into the dumpster! It was one of my classiest moments to date! (And no, none of my supportive friends offered to accompany me. They basically laughed at my stupidity and wished me luck while they continued consuming alcoholic beverages.)Husker Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17224330062024004485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-50710323768535545512007-06-25T10:29:00.000-05:002007-06-25T10:29:00.000-05:00Oh my !!! If ever there was a day I needed a laug...Oh my !!! If ever there was a day I needed a laugh, it was today..<BR/>THANKYOU, THANKYOU !!!!<BR/>Hope your carriage ride goes much better since you found your royal carriage license.. He He He ....<BR/><BR/>Oh an it was Saint Anthony of Padua, patron saint of lost and stolen articles, he was a powerful Franciscan preacher and teacher.<BR/><BR/>Sue in TexasAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-20479408235000430902007-06-25T08:28:00.000-05:002007-06-25T08:28:00.000-05:00This was the best thing to read on a Monday mornin...This was the best thing to read on a Monday morning - laughing so hard I have tears. Kristie, I am so glad you found your license. I always worry and freak out about that stuff when we are traveling. "What if my purse gets stolen and I don't have my license, how would I be able to fly home?" That sort of thing...<BR/><BR/>Have a wonderful time on your cruise, you guys deserve it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-62452670964692533842007-06-25T00:15:00.000-05:002007-06-25T00:15:00.000-05:00...St. Anthony...he finds lost shit...and Motel 6.......St. Anthony...he finds lost shit...and Motel 6...they will take your dog...you will have to put up with full sized beds though...but, hell, kids stay free!<BR/><BR/>Go Girl...and remember, it is harder to get into Canada than back into the U.S.<BR/><BR/>Happy Trails!Mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06295499795085860012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-50010819546797293932007-06-24T20:01:00.000-05:002007-06-24T20:01:00.000-05:00Girl, there is a travel book in you yet! Kiss tho...Girl, there is a travel book in you yet! <BR/><BR/>Kiss those midgets for us, and have yourself a stein of Royal froth of some sort!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-8308937967214610302007-06-24T19:15:00.000-05:002007-06-24T19:15:00.000-05:00Hmmm...this entry reminds me of another fairy tale...Hmmm...this entry reminds me of another fairy tale first told last Labor Day weekend.<BR/><BR/>There once was a moody princess getting ready to move from the hot, sweltering, buggy, miserable kingdom of Texas to the wonderfully, cool lands of Oregon. When she went to pick up the big, yellow chariot that would carry her belongings westward, she discovered the wenchs at Wal-mart had lifted her carriage license while they changed the carriage's oil.<BR/><BR/>So our lovely, moody princess got to go to the land of Texas Department of Carriage Vehicles for a replacement carriage license so that she might get an Oregon carriage license without having to retake the carriage test and so she could rent the big, yellow chariot. And she too cursed those bastards at Wal-mart.<BR/><BR/>There's nothing like standing in the freaking DMV line when you should be home packing the damn truck for a driver's license you'll only have long enough to give to the Oregon DMV for a new one.<BR/><BR/>I feel your pain sister!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-21518771740489121592007-06-24T17:35:00.000-05:002007-06-24T17:35:00.000-05:00OMG, I've had this same temper tantrum a few times...OMG, I've had this same temper tantrum a few times myself. I always blame someone else for my distress...even when I eventually realize that I was at fault. Can't wait to see what adventure happens tomorrow...though I know you'd rather not have another glitch. I loved they way you wrote the story too; very creative!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01960890073842466236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-52752385665801124802007-06-24T16:13:00.000-05:002007-06-24T16:13:00.000-05:00~Anthony, Anthony look aroundSomething's lost and ...~Anthony, Anthony look around<BR/>Something's lost and must be found!~<BR/>St. Anthony is the patron saint of missing things and trust me, he has found many things for me!! In 1995, I won a cruise for my husband and myself. Four days before the cruise, the travel agent "reminded" me that we would need a birth certificate & license. No problem, my mom had given me my birth certificate when I got married in 1978 and surely it was in the security box with alllll of my important papers.......NOT!!! Since I was born in Bremerton, Washington in 1956 and now lived in Alabama and it was Thursday before our sailing on Monday, I knew I didn't have a SNOW BALLS chance in HELL of getting a copy!! My dear mother-in-law told me to Pray the prayer to St. Anthony. I woke up at 3:30 in the morning with something telling me to look in the bottom drawer of my dresser, and lo and behold there it was!!!! It was pretty spooky because I had emptied all of those drawers looking for it! I call on St. Anthony a lot for lost keys and such and he always helps me.<BR/>~Debbie in Alabama~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-90006263796215299052007-06-24T15:42:00.000-05:002007-06-24T15:42:00.000-05:00Oh my gosh! Thank whatever Saint it was that help...Oh my gosh! Thank whatever Saint it was that helped you find your damn royal carriage license! I was freaking out reading this entry; I thought you weren't going to make it to the royal land of Canada! I went on a cruise last year, and if I flew from CA to FL only to find out my passport wasn't with me ~ by jove, I would've had to...well, I don't really know what I would've done, but I can assure you I would've been the most pissed off person in Miami! So glad you found it! Have a wonderful royal journey, my dear princess!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-89653572934876967832007-06-24T13:58:00.000-05:002007-06-24T13:58:00.000-05:00yep, dear st anthony come around, somethings lost ...yep, dear st anthony come around, somethings lost that can't be found! Glad to see the fairy tale had a very happy ending with the finding of the carriage license! :)<BR/><BR/>Trish<BR/>Leesburg, VAAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-59394133094053207802007-06-24T13:50:00.001-05:002007-06-24T13:50:00.001-05:00Oh my gosh. I about had a cow when I read you los...Oh my gosh. I about had a cow when I read you lost your license. It was all I could do to keep reading and not skip to the end to see what the outcome was. I am so glad you found it, though (and I have done the same thing - thought it was lost while it was really just in with the money I had taken out of the bank the day before). Hoping that there are no more "scares" along the way and that you and Blaine make it safely on the ship.<BR/><BR/>BrianaThe Traveling Yogihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13006993240317444809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-31230622512451744582007-06-24T13:50:00.000-05:002007-06-24T13:50:00.000-05:00Oh god, but this sounds so familiar!!!!!!!Oh god, but this sounds so familiar!!!!!!!Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02569476871548177182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-23988092418149065902007-06-24T13:40:00.000-05:002007-06-24T13:40:00.000-05:00Aaaahhhh yes.....St. Anthony!!!! That rings a lot ...Aaaahhhh yes.....St. Anthony!!!! That rings a lot of bells. Thanks Jadine!<BR/><BR/>CathyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-19914425708101531692007-06-24T13:11:00.000-05:002007-06-24T13:11:00.000-05:00Ooops - forgot - caffeine (in the form of cafe lat...Ooops - forgot - caffeine (in the form of cafe latte, specifically) makes any traffic jam/slowdown more bearable....just be sure to stop for a potty break as soon as you hit Snohomish county......Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-62688166726132314222007-06-24T13:08:00.000-05:002007-06-24T13:08:00.000-05:00Okay, even the Catholics can't agree on which sain...Okay, even the Catholics can't agree on which saint aided you; and being a heathen protestant, I'm afraid I'm no help there. So, if happily ever after involves boarding a plane in Atlanta, flying to Seattle, renting a car and driving north to Vancouver to board the magic ship, a word of advice from one of the water-logged local trolls: there are only 2 major routes north from SeaTac to the border - Highway 99 or I-5. Both involve slow traffic through the city at just about any time of day - because the state of Washington doesn't like to build new roads. Load up the carriage with lots of soothing, calming junk food, make sure the carriage tank is full, find a good station on the radio, and give yourself plenty of time to get north. Oh, and don't forget the royal carriage license!!!!!! Have fun - and DON'T skip the lifeboat drill! PS - it's in the high 60's/low 70's (if we're lucky!!) here, with normal humidity - enjoy!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-60676125280943277402007-06-24T12:28:00.000-05:002007-06-24T12:28:00.000-05:00I do believe it is Saint Anthony of whom you speak...I do believe it is Saint Anthony of whom you speaketh (patron saint of lost things), and OMG, I have felteth your pain. I, too, was on a magical voyage to Canada once, and FINALLY found my carriage license packed in my frigging suitcase (that I tore through in the ticket line at the airport). I was stressed and pissed, forsooth.<BR/><BR/>I hope that all the bad stuff is behind you, and that the rest of your trip goes fabulously!<BR/><BR/>I also hope that we're not hearing on the news about some drunk naked lady going over-board (literally) while on an Alaskan cruise! (Doesn't the going-overboard thing seem to be happening a lot lately?) Just sayin'.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-67085140029529244272007-06-24T11:50:00.000-05:002007-06-24T11:50:00.000-05:00ROFLMFAO!!!!!!! Thank You!!!!!I do believe it is S...ROFLMFAO!!!!!!! Thank You!!!!!<BR/>I do believe it is St. Thomas you are refering to. Please correct me if I'm wrong (my Catholic roots are a little rusty these days).<BR/>Have a wonderful time!<BR/><BR/>Cathy<BR/>DCAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-7946192594275441042007-06-24T11:26:00.000-05:002007-06-24T11:26:00.000-05:00What Dixie said...goes for me, too! That was frea...What Dixie said...goes for me, too! That was freakin' hilarious. And just for the record, I love me some "bad" language. Bad language always succeeds in making me feel very, very rebellious, and everyone knows the world needs more rebellious 50-year-olds! Bottom line? I am SO happy you found the royal carriage license. As a fellow Virgo, I have gone through practically the same scenario, and the way it makes us feel inside just isn't right! I was just more fortunate in that I didn't have three midget witnesses :)! <BR/><BR/>And because it's been a while since I've told you--YOU ROCK! And you're gonna have a ROCKIN' vacation!kim-dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11650811256788756378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095574.post-86389745466796271912007-06-24T11:16:00.000-05:002007-06-24T11:16:00.000-05:00OMG!!! I haven't laughed this hard on a Sunday m...OMG!!! I haven't laughed this hard on a Sunday morning since....well, forever, I guess! <BR/>You're my kind of woman!<BR/><BR/>Dixie in CAAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com