Mx. Robbie Bobbie Berta Boeing

Just paddling through some things. (It's February. What is happening.)

Because I'm actually insufferable 🥹

Precis. Men nu kör vi, I guess. I’m ”delulu” for going.

Big same.

I just had the easiest commute— I shipped myself home! The Scheduling gods released me early, so I took brown into Boeing field. The crew was incredible (unexpectedly, I admit); we talked almost the entire flight. They dropped me off downtown, and I caught my bus home in one fell swoop.

*sadly

I won't drag you for these clapped out things when I, myself, regularly fly 30+ year old cargo conversions.

I'm watching for you, only because I enjoy flipping off the TV every five seconds.

Back on that other platform, I followed @aerosavvy.com for years— and today I got to have lunch with him! We had great chats about life, the state of the world, and of course the mighty 767. Thanks for a great afternoon, Ken! (Hopefully we can wrangle @ryanhoke.bsky.social to nerd out with us!)

Then where's my OTHER refund if I can't get one for the tariffs?!

Ok I'm terrible at liveskeeting. But this week was another snooze fest. Step it UP!

Cimberly brought what was sorely missing last week. I stan.

Nuuuuuu skör vi! #Mellofest

You can take the girl out of the midwest, but you can't take the midwest out of the girl. Here in Louisville for a week on reserve, so I took a bus to Aldi and reminisced over my fave groceries. $74 for decent, healthy meals to make in my extended stay hotel!

Now he's really going to b*mb Ir*n. (I'd like to buy some vowels.)

I'm sitting in my hotel in Louisville and saw this in real life. My jaw dropped— I mean, I grew up in Missouri, so these sentiments aren't foreign to me, but damn.

Having an "almost" connection with someone— and then losing it— is just a different type of despair. Something something, passing ships. But my mantra, "this or better," prevails.

This has never been my day, because I'm a jaded hopeless romantic. But y'all do you. I won't yuck your yum. Maybe a lil side eye, though. Single team, unite! Together! Romantically!

I'm not at the parade (too many people, it's just not my thing) but I am so happy for my city— and I daresay I'm a 12! The energy is palpable. Congratulations to the Seahawks! #Seattle

Oops booked another trip to Sweden. I can't be stopped!

Now don't tempt me with a good time!

So, Microsoft got smart and I can no longer use the Microsoft 365 suite (specifically Word) on my Mac via various organizations that *should* give me access. Aside from paying a billion dollars, what can I do?

Anyway. Välkommen till Mello detävling två. We have gospel and singing firemen.

I hate that I’m never enough but too much for some. This limbo is so dumb and just ridiculous.

But it's a fleeting feeling

I need a lil excursion, but I'm torn between Portland (Powell's fix) or Vancouver (not the US).

Oh, honung. Nej.

Glad Melodifestivalen to all who celebrate! We’re off to a good start with an ABBA style banger.

Eeeeek I can't wait!!!! As long as those Norwegian twinks don't win again, I'll be content.