Andi Pandi

Pooooor Little Bodi...Chase....Bodi....Okay I renamed him!  It isn't like he was really listening to me when I screamed "chaaaaaaaaaaase!" anyway, so it is just as well.  I am going to try to figure out how to get some video up on this site of bodi running around the house.  He bounces off of walls, furniture, me, prissy and never stops running!  So Bode Miller? Got no Gold Medals? But you got a dog named after you, and that is JUST as cool, right?

London stories and pics are soon to come...It is just a matter of unpacking and figuring out where to start...Will definately NOT start with the MOM OF THE YEAR and her two Evil Evil daughters sitting behind me on the flight home.  I had no idea that you could actually breed kick-boxers, but their kicking of my seat for an entire ten and a half our flight proved me wrong. 

I asked nicely.  Then I turned around and pointed my Mom-Finger at the little girl and said "knock it off" and THEN....I was knocked so hard in the back that I actually came forward out of my seat and I turned around and told the mom (who is oblivious) that her daughter had been kicking my seat for the better part of 4 hours and I was unable to get any sleep and she said (this is great...) "she is TRYING to get comfortable so she can sleep"...

I, andi, being of unsound mind and lumpy body do swear at this moment that I will indeed drug my children with cold medicine every time we fly on inter-continental flights.  there you have it, get dhs on speed dial, i don't care.

OOOh and also, besides the evil evil girls behind us, Hitler's OWN baby was sitting in the row ahead of us on the other side.  About every twenty minutes or so, he would just let out a huge shriek, cry, scream, laugh or just noise!  and the MOM (seriously, you have to use that term so lightly these days because it no longer indicates any sense of control-over-a-situation) told the flight attendant "we have two other kids at home and they are just rowdy also...we just have wild kids"...greeeeeeeat...good job. way to be a good parent.

So everytime I started to nod off, Hitler's own baby would scream and I would get kicked in the back.  I think that this was better training than the CIA can offer me...Seriously.  If i can make it through 10 hours of this particular kind of hell and keep secrets at the same time?  The CIA needs me.