we so crazy.....

air travel

i had a whirlwind trip this weekend. i'm not complaining, because i was able to go to wisconsin and spend Christmas with my family, but it was taxing to say the least. it was, however, less exhausting then it would have been had i tried to drive all 800 miles in one day. God bless air planes! i am truly fascinated by airplanes and how they actually get off the ground and stay off the ground and just how amazing it is that you can travel across the country in just a few hours. it really is an unbelievable idea to me, but with the positives that exist within the whole realm of air travel there are also some huge negatives: thus the impetus for the following blog...

1. why is it that people feel the need to yell and scream at the airline workers, who ultimately have nothing to do with delayed flights or missed connections? i get frustrated just like anybody else when my flight is delayed three hours or when i sprint from one end of the airport to the other only to arrive just as the plane is pulling away from the jet bridge, but i've never taken out that frustration on the innocent woman behind the counter whose sole responsibility is to announce the beginning of the boarding process and scan my little boarding pass. why do some people think that will help the situation? this baffles me!

2. why do some people wait until they get on an enclosed airplane to pass gas? there's a bathroom at the back of the plane, small as it may be, that was designed for such things. why then do some people then think it won't bother anyone else on the small plane to smell their body odors? this disgusts me.

3. why are there those people who, as soon as the plane lands and rolls to the terminal, they jump out of their seat and stand in the aisle for 10 minutes thinking that they will be able to get off the plane sooner? it's not like they can get off the plane until they open the door and it's not like you won't have to wait for your luggage to roll down the conveyor at baggage claim just like everybody else, right? so what's the hurry? this makes no sense to me!

there you have it. ramblings from a holiday traveler. take it or leave it1

heartbroken

i got another call tonite from a heartbroken friend.

something about hearing my friend, crying over some boy who failed to see just what a good thing he had, makes me a little angry.

and a little more thankful that heartbreak doesn't know my name......yet!

mascara

has anyone else ever noticed the utterly vile stench that escapes into the air every time you open a tube of mascara? what is that horrid smell? does anyone know?

i don't know why i never noticed it before, but this morning i dry heaved after experiencing the funk that is mascara. i'm not sure if it's just my particular mascara of choice that smells this way, but it honestly smelled like roadkill or rotten garbage, or maybe rotten roadkill garbage. either way, it stunk to high heaven. (side note - i've never really understood that phrase "stink to high heaven")

i think i shall research mascara and what could possibly go into it that could replicate a smell only comparable to a dead oppossum on the side of a country road in mid-july!

annoyed

two things annoyed me today. well, at least two things are fresh in my memory as having annoyed me today.

#1 - when you're driving on, let's say, a three lane highway, is it not common knowledge that the far right lane is for the slow pokes and old folks, the middle lane for the even-keeled folks too cautious to exceed 5 miles over the speed limit, and the right lane for those of us who choose to risk a hefty speeding ticket in order to arrive at our destination only one or two minutes quicker? then why, do semis insist on forcing middle lane dwellers into the pokey right lane, when they are provided the left lane to simply go around us? not sure why, but this seriously annoyed me tonite on my way home from work.

and....

#2 - DICK VITALE! is he not the most annoying man on the planet!! (i refrain from using a question mark here since it is an undisputable statement, in my book) it's as if he think anyone tuning into espn to watch a game doesn't really want to watch the game as much as they want to hear him spew off at the mouth for three hours. and i do mean, spew off at the mouth. it's sad when you must mash the mute button on the remote and watch the jimmy v classic without sound to keep his shrill bark of a voice from ruining the game. again, not sure why, but this also annoyed me immensely tonite.


more later.