It should be called Brett's law...

everything that can go wrong, will go wrong. well not exactly, but it was a rough weekend.

Helen and I taught Disciple Now at Hays Hills in Texas this weekend. Sean flew us in so that we could teach. It was a really great time and we got in some quality teaching. Before we left, we checked the weather and it said the highs were in the 60's for the entire weekend.

As you can probably guess, that's not what happened. Friday night, a cold front came in and quickly brought the temperature into the 30's. Then, a bunch of rain came into the area making the driving and more importantly, the flying conditions awful. We were supposed to fly out sunday at 5, but our flight was cancelled and we were rescheduled for Monday at 12.

Again, as you can probably guess, that flight on Monday was delayed by about an hour. We were able to leave Austin a little after 1 and landed in Dallas at 1:58pm (I looked at my phone) for our connecting flight which was scheduled to leave at 23opm. So we had to book it once we got off the plane.

It never fails that when you're in a hurry, anything that can go wrong will go wrong. We taxied to the gate and had to wait about 10 minutes for a gate agent (who knows what that is). So our 30 minutes to get to our next flight just became 20 minutes to get to our next flight. After we got off the plane, we ran to the Sky link and ran to our gate. We got there just in time and got on the plane.

Again, as you can probably guess, our flight didn't leave right away. In fact, we sat there for another 30 minutes waiting for the plane to be de-iced. So even though our plane was not officially delayed, it was delayed. Then as we were pulling away from the gate, we stopped and the captain came on the loudspeaker and told us we had to go back to the gate to pick up another crew member. Seriously, does this stuff ever happen?

We landed in Louisville about 20 minutes late, and called the bethancourts to come get us from the airport. We went to get our bags at the location they told us. And we waited. and waited. and waited. no one's bags were coming. Then, at a completely different area, bags start coming out on the conveyor belt. People from our plane began to pick up their bags and leave (this is 45 minutes after landing.)

As you can probably guess, our bags were not there. So we had to stand in line for an additional 30 minutes before we could actually leave. We felt sorry for the Bethancourts who had waited for us for nearly an hour, so we called some other friends to come get us. We're so thankful for all the people who will drop what they're doing to help us out.

Helen and I finally walked in the door around 750pm. We dropped our carry on items and went to eat at Olive Garden. It was a tough day, but at least we're home.

Helen has to work tomorrow and I start a J-term. We're going to be tired, but hey, American Idol starts tomorrow night.