So MUCH to blog about, but before I do, I must say I was saddened to just read that Evel Knievel has died. He was 69. Although, as a mother, I can honestly say with all the stunts he's pulled, I'm surprised he lived to such a ripe, old age. As a kid, I was fascinated with him as were most all the boys in my class. A real daredevil, that one.
Be sure to watch the embedded video in the post below this one...have a Kleenex handy!
Okay. Before I launch into a blog of all things "TRAVEL", I must first thank the good Lord I made it in one piece. I AM grateful for that. I am also grateful for all the marvelous things He provided on the trip for blog fodder. I mean, 15 minutes in and I had a month's worth of material--no lie. So much going on, I even jotted down notes to remind myself what to write.
Allow me to introduce you to the lovely folks I met today:
I understand all the changes at the airport makes things a little more interesting. I tend to be more tolerant in the security line than I am in any other arena of my life because 1) I don't fly that much and 2) you could always end up sitting next to the person you scream at in the security line.
This morning, though, I came close to throwing down in the security line. The airport was NOT busy. Going through the line is NOT hard. There are voice-commands delivered by loud speaker ad nauseum. There are placards with 1-2-3 directions. And, if that weren't enough, you can monkey-see-monkey-do the entire process by watching those around you. Not. Tough.
Two women were in front of me at the bin/table area. I grabbed 3 bins and put my laptop in the top one. I really needed somewhere to place the bins, like, I don't know the TABLE provided for such things. And, these women were dinking around. No laptops out, shoes off or ANYTHING. I walked around the slowest one, placed my three bins on the table, removed my shoes and jacket to put in Bin 2 and placed my laptop bag and tote bag in the third bin. Then, Ms. Thang heaved a HUGE sigh...because, you know, she's in such a hurry. I looked at her and said, "Oh, are you ready now?", stacked my three bins into each other and let her pass. She was still standing right by the metal detector by the time I was ready to pick up my bins. She was trying to put on her shoes, and jacket, etc. in the d*mn line. My things and the articles of the three people behind me were practically at the end of the conveyor when I slid past her, grabbed by items and headed for the area designated to regroup. I was ordering my coffee by the time she was finished. MORON.
When I finally boarded the plane for Charlotte, I said a little thank you in my head to Ryan for snagging me the window seat when he booked and confirmed my ticket. A lady approached and I realized she'd be sitting with me. She looked nice enough. About 2.5 seconds after she sat down, my eye began to quiver and my nose felt like teeny needles were pricking it. I thought, "Is this woman's coat made out of cat or WHAT?!" As she opened her cell phone to turn it off, I was treated to the photo of her kittykins...who apparently create A LOT of dander for which she was a carrier extraordinaire. Yipeeee.
If that weren't enough, she evidently is also a nervous flyer who likes to self soothe by bouncing a leg. Her left leg, as luck would have it, which was oddly extremely close to my right one. Take off = bounce, bounce, BOUNCE. Turbulence and air pockets = bounce, bounce, BOUNCEEEEEE. Landing = you guessed it, BOUNCE!!
Um, yeah. I was glad to get off that plane.
Let me give a shout-out to the cleaning lady who was keeping it sparkling in Concourse E of the Charlotte airport. Honey, it was cleaner than MINE and that's saying something because I likes me a clean bathroom. She had the bathroom sparkling with a personality to match! I wouldn't have even had my usual "ICK" thought if the girls had been with me and had to use a public bathroom. Spotless.
You have to love SpouseBuzzer's luck! I do believe each hotel we have stayed in is touting its millions of dollars in renovations. Unfortunately for us, we usually find ourselves lodging with the hotel during their "before" or "during" periods and not so much the "after." Luckily, though, I believe each of us has been lucky enough to be booked into rooms that have been redone...lovely! Even if some portions of the experience here were a bit skeevy at first, the Coconut Lime Verbena Bath and Body Works shower gel means -- ALL IS FORGIVEN.
Tonight, a military ball of some kind was going on at the hotel--lots of Army guys in their dress blues. Saw some beautiful dresses too. Makes me want to start working off my upholstery before our next shindig in February. If only having a crazed schedule would make you lose weight!
I didn't bring my camera to "live" this time, so if you're looking for photos, you'll have to visit the SpouseBuzz site. Air Force Wife snapped one of me riding in the 'trunk' of her rented SUV which she promises will be featured in an upcoming post. Her children thought the entire scenario was hilarious.
One of her daughters gave me a quarter. She's apparently in possession of some $7.82. I asked her, "Is this your quarter?" She said, "It was. But I've given it to you, so now it's yours." "Wow," I said. "Thank you. You're very generous." She said, "It's from (insert my home state here)." "Hey!" I said. "So am I! What a coincidence." So, thanks to Air Force Kid, I have a shiny new quarter. She's very cute and sweet as well.
I miss ArmyWifeToddlerMom (who is officially out of toddlers at her house now that Pink Ninja has hit the big 4) so I called her during dinner. She should know I relayed the jist of our conversation to my table mates and Andi promptly offered up a toast in honor of our missing partner in crime.
In other news, if you've been following the story of Lex, whose handler/brother in arms Dustin died in a mortar attack, you'll be happy to know the brave dog will likely be home with Dustin's family by the holiday. Stacy has been hot on the trail of this story from its beginning and brings us the great news of the impending reunion.
On that happy note, I will leave you to your evening. Big doin's tomorrow!