23 June, 2010

The Highest Compliment

I've just received what I believe is the highest compliment that any member of the Wetzel family (my college roommate A, her sister Angie, from Shallow Thoughts, and the rest of their fabulous, fun family) can bestow. In a letter she wrote me, Momma Wetzel said "Oh that C, she's just like Disney, she thinks of everything!". I don't think, unless you know them, you can really understand what a high compliment that truly is. These people LOVE their Disney! After a month of non-stop travel, no sleep, and getting sick, that compliment absolutely made my day...heck, my whole week! So thanks Wetzels...you guys are the best!

14 June, 2010

More Airport Weirdness

Seriously folks, if your suitcase is bigger than you (and you're a full grown human) it's really NOT a carry-on. And no matter how long you argue with TSA about it, it's not going to suddenly become one! Also. Don't argue with TSA. That's always a bad idea.

I find it difficult to believe that the man in the Guitar Hero felt pants is a first class passenger.

Is there a reason the seat numbers on the plane go 17, 19, 23, 15, 21, 18, 23?

11 June, 2010

Airport Weirdness

The gate attendant just announced that he needs 2 volunteers "to protect me.". That's it. Punto. Fin. Nada mas.

Protect him from what? The yapping Maltese in the pink carrier waiting to board (Please God don't let it be sitting next to me....)? The throng of people patiently waiting for their seat assignments (Seriously folks, you can pick them out ahead of time online, then you wouldn't have to do this!)?

In other news, the security folks seem to be overly stressed out for a day when I could count the number of people in line with one hand. One guy kept shouting "ALL THE WAY TO THE END! MOVE YOUR BINS ALL THE WAY TO THE END!" when everyone WAS all the way at the end. Clearly it was time for his coffee break.

Oh, and did I mention I'm posting this from my iPad? Joy! Internet on the go...how did I survive before??

10 June, 2010

I suck...

Why do I always wait until the last minute to pack?? I suck at non-work-related packing! Work-related packing, I'm a rockstar. Vacation packing? I suck. Argh!!

09 June, 2010

Open Letter to My Building (Part 3)

For reasons passing understanding, the third floor smells like fish. None of the other floors smell like fish, so I'm not quite sure what's going on down on three, but if you could take care of that soon, that'd be awesome.