Our Trip to France Day 2

Well, we are now at the Moevenpick hotel and casino in Geneva.  After picking up our rental car from Hertz, a Prius mind you.  More on the hotel in a minute.  Our cousins Mark and Lynn have a Prius and they love it, but for someone who has never even test driven one, staring the thing is a different story.  You have no key, just the fob.  You hit the start button once and the menu screen comes on, but you have no idea if the car is on.  You hit the start button again, and you still do not know if the thing is on, and the screen is in French.  You hit the start button  a third time, and I think the car turns off.  After somehow getting the thing started, we make it to the hotel, after changing the language on the screen that tell you if you are using batterie or gas into English.  

Luckily the hotel is just around the corner, and we get there without incident.  All though, putting  the Prius in park makes you think that you need a PhD to operate the thing.  After discovering that the button with the "P" on it means park.....you would never guess that I went to Rice......only to push the button after I hear Amanda yell, "The car is still MOVING!!!!!", while getting the suitcases out of the boot....er trunk.  We checked in and went up to the room.  

The room is very modern and very Euro.  Go here and look up the one in Geneva for pics.  After taking a little siesta, we headed to dinner at the hotel restaurant and we both had the beef ravioli on a napolitain sauce.  It was actually quite tasty.  We then walked over to the casino, but did not go in.  

Stay tuned for our exploits of driving to the chalet on Swiss and French roads, and me finding a place to buy some clothes as I seemed to have left one third (one shirt and pair if pants)  of my planned wardrobe some where other than in my suitcase.  Until then.......

Our trip to France Day 1

Well, our Switzerland and France trip got off to a rough start when I realized that all of my clothes would not fit in my garment bag, so at 10:30 Christmas Eve I start a journey to find a larger suitcase. Well, even the 24 Hour Walmart was closed, so I had to ask my in-laws if I could borrow a large suitcase, and luckily they said yes. On the way to the aforementioned in-laws house for Christmas presents and food on Christmas day, after putting all my clothes in a contractor bag, after getting half way to our destination, I realized that I have forgotten my toiletry bag. After going back to the house to get it, that put us over an hour late for the festivities.

The festivities and the swag received were outstanding and everyone made out like a bandit. We left for the airport only to discover that our favorite parking spot, The Parking Spot, was full so we did the next best thing. We drove to the next one and parked there. After getting into slight disagreement with the guy in the security line, Kharma showed up and the same pushy guy who was telling everyone else to hurry up, forgot to take BOTH of his laptops out of his bag and was there for a good 5 minutes after we had gotten through.

Kharma is now our friend as we get to the gate counter and Amanda used the delayed honeymoon line and no sooner then 15 minutes later, we have our business class seats on our Air France flight. SWEET!!!!!!!!!! As we sit down in our nice, large, comfortable seats, the champagne arrives. EVEN SWEETER!!!!!!! The meals were fantastic, which Amanda will chronicle in her blog later, and the movie selection was great. I ended up watching the Ed Norton version of the Incredible Hulk. Sorry Andrew, I will still watch the DVD you gave me. After that it was bed time, so we took our seats form their upright position to their reclined sleeping position. TRIPLE SWEET!!!!!!!! Our only complaint was the cabin got hot during the 4.5 hours of sleep time that we had. About 2/3 of the way through sleepy time, while coming back from the restroom, which IS larger is business class, I noticed some people had their chairs FULLY RECLINED. After a couple of minutes of button fiddling, I got my chair fully reclined and the REM began. After breakfast, we arrived in Paris and made our way to the gate at which I sit now writing this as we wait for our flight to Geneva.

I will keep all three of my readers apprised of our trip and the adventures of me learning how to and me skiing in the Alps. Until next time......

Sorry for the Delay; Star and Plastic Surgery

For the two or three people that have actually read this blog, my apologies for not writing in a while, but I just had to get this off of my chest. What the hell are actresses thinking when they have so much work done on their face that they look disfigured and NO ONE tells them that they look freaky?

Take the example of Lara Flynn-Boyle of Twin Peaks fame. She was a hottie on the show. On a recent episode of Law & Order, she actually looked like she had put on a little weight and did not look so much like a skeleton, but it was her face that actually had me screaming "What the Hell?????????"
She obviously has had some work done, and I admit that some of it looks all right, but when it looks like you have had collagen injected into your CHEEKBONES and look like a squirrel with a mouth full of nuts, some should say SOMETHING. Her upper lip looks like she was the recipient of a couple of stiff jabs from Floyd Mayweather, and she basically can't smile at all. And then her cheekbones made her look like she had a case of the mumps that had moved a little north.
Someone PLEASE let these starlettes know that they don't look like their former selves and thay they look WEIRD. Some may have a condition known as body dismorfia, but I think that they are just to damn vain, and don't see themselves as others do. And remember, friends don't let friends have lips that look like a caught fish.

Until next time........