BOOOO! I left my purse in the Detroit airport!!!!

Can you believe what a space cadet I am? I was yakking with Shannon while waiting to board our connecting flight home from London in Detroit and left my purse on the chair at the gate! After boarding the plane I realized I left my purse but it was too late to get off the plane. They had already shut the door to the airplane. But I did get to go up into the cockpit and kneel on the floor between the pilot and co-pilot to point out where I was sitting in the terminal while they radioed someone to look for my purse. No luck! No purse! So ... it was a sickening flight home thinking about my passport, DL, debit card, credit cards, company credit card, check book, new camera, glasses, and temple recommend.

I spent 8 1/2 hours on Monday cancelling everything and renewing everything. I think I've got it all taken care of. What a hassle. I just wanted to curl up in a ball in my bed and cover my head with the covers and forget about everything. Thank heavens no one had tried using my credit cards. But the purse still hasn't shown up in their Lost and Found and no one has sent me my purse. So ... farwell to my purse. It was an expensive purse that Lynn had bought me at Costco. I looooved it!

I feel much better now that I have some of my identity back. Hopefully my passport will arrive in time for my trip to London, England! Can't wait.

Oh ... I would have posted the cutest pictures of us in London, Ontario ... but my camera is in my missing purse! BOOOOO! And it was so good to renew acquaintances with my good demonstrator friends in Canada and making new friends too. I love them!

I'm Leaving for London Tomorrow!

For all those sweet, darling children of mine ... I will be out of town this weekend. Yep ... I'm going to London to visit the Queen. Oh wait ... it's not London, England ... it's London, Ontario Canada near Toronto for a Stampin' Up! Regional Seminar. So ... don't forget your poor ole' Dad and Dieter at home all alone this weekend!

Say ... guess where we're going the first part of June? I see London. I see France .. I see ... hmmmm ... We're going to London, England .... Dad and I and Dennis and Elaine. Dennis served his mission there and Dad and Dennis want to spend their company money on a trip so that's where we're going. Lynn made the reservations today. We're staying in a nice hotel across the street from Buckingham Palace and should be able to see the changing of the guard from our hotel window. I'm soooo excited I can hardly stand it! We're going to try to get to Bosham on the coast about 74 miles from London to see where my ancestors lived.

Any volunteers for taking care of mum and dad while we're gone?

Dad fell down the stairs yesterday. He doesn't remember how he fell, but he went to answer the door and fell. He seemed to be fine last night. I saw him from the dining room window this morning working on his puzzle. I watched him get up from his chair and walk into the kitchen and he seemed to be doing fine. I'll have to call and check on him.

Have a good weekend. See you when we get back!

BOOOO! I got my first speeding ticket!!

Can you believe it? I got my first ever ticket ... and a speeding ticket at that! I'm such an ole granny driver unless I'm driving three of my girls on a Saturday morning for all over body massages. I guess I could blame Lindsey. She's the one who directed me to 3rd East. Yes ... it's all Lindsey's fault! I've never driven on 3rd East and assumed it was a speedy street like 7th East. I didn't realize it was a residential street ... you see ... I could see all the way from 2100 South to South Temple ... certainly this is a freeway! Come on ... no cars in site ... not a car on the street besides us ... laughing and anticipating the massages that we were about to get. Lo and behold there is Officer Chipping riding along my backside. Why is he following me? What's the speed on this street? The girls are sure that he won't pull me over. He's just following me to remind me to slow down ... that's it! Why is he following me for ten blocks? Why is he turning on that 'whoop whoop' sound and flashing his red, blue, and white lights? I pull over and the girls say, "Oh, oh ..."

Officer Chipping comes to the car window ... little guy ... little moustache ... lot of attitude. "I pulled you over for speeding. Were you aware you were going 40 mph in a 25 mph zone?" "No... Oh dear ... I always wanted my tombstone to say, Here lies Linda ... never received a speeding ticket." He didn't laugh ... he didn't even comment ... just asked for my registration and insurance. Lindsey is pawing around the glove box telling me that there's nothing there. I know there's something there. Lynn always puts all the stuff in the glove box. He asks if I have my insurance card with me. I explain that I just had the van inspected and I thought all of the paperwork is still on the kitchen counter. He's not impressed! He tells me to wait and walks back to his car. I find the insurance card and hold it out the window. He ignores me and continues walking to his car.

25 minutes have passed. What in the world is he doing? Is he doing this on purpose ... to make us late for our massages. That's it! What a jerk! It's getting cold. I roll up the window and one of the girls hollers, "Don't leave!" I'm not leaving ... just rolling up my window because I'm cold!

Back he saunters to my car with the dreaded ticket in his hand. I'm only going to site you for 5 mph over the limit. The speed changes from 30 mph to 25 mph at 17th south. (Aha ... he was waiting for me ... the creep.) I ask if I have to go to traffic school. He says no but I can plead something. He's forgotten the term. One of the gals tries to help him remember the term and asks, "Is it insanity?" Another girls hollers, "Don't plead insanity. They'll take your license away." By now we're all laughing and yes ... little Officer Chipping with the most beautiful, blue eyes cracks a smile and even laughs a little bit.

My question is this ... most officers don't even pull you over if you're going 5 mph over the speed limit. If he reduced the ticket to 5 mph over ... why doesn't he save me a trip to the court house and just tear up the ticket?