When Taking A Stand Bites You In The A$$

So, yea. I travel. A LOT. I time my airport arrival pretty perfectly most of the time. Key word: most.

It all started on a well timed arrival to Hartsfield-Jackson with a check-in 40 minutes prior to departure. You may say, 40 minutes??!! That is crazy! I saw, pff, it is AWESOME. In and out of security within 10, 15 tops. On the tram and to your gate within another 10, tops (and that is if you are going to one of the last terminals and the last gate people, trust me, I do this A LOT).

Except...sometimes...well, one time, stuff comes up. Stuff being randomly selected to do the "naked" scan. Um, no. TSA employees get paid poorly and I am SURE, that at some point someone is going to hyjack the naked scans and release them to some porn site or some pervert will enjoy the job a little TOO much. Needless to say, I rejected the scan. (foreshadowing)

Why, WHY, did I reject the scan???!?!!??? (and why was I selected? Pale white petite girls are so freaking DANGEROUS. You know, maybe I'll get some really great university to do a study on people of my stature committing terror crimes because I am willing to bet there ARE NONE.)

I got a personalized pat-down, whateves - welcome to every UT football game my senior year, and went on my merry way. (NO CLUE at this point that I was dangerously close to departure time. Because, HA, I just showed the TSA whose boss now biotches!)

Except, I got to my gate and it said CLOSED. And the regional airline flight attendants said I couldn't get on.

Me: Are you serious?? Oh man, I got held up at a security check!

Flight A. #1: Blink. Blink. Blink blink.

Flight A. #2: Sorry, that is policy, 10 minutes before take off. What time do you have?

Me: I fly all the time and this has never happened! They are usually still calling names. Dangit, okay, well, thanks. Is there NOTHING you can do so that I can get on the flight? (pulling out my cell) It is only 12:51!! You really can't open the door?

Flight A. #3: That is policy, maam, sorry. The plane is backing up now.

Me: Okay, thanks anyway. (Walking away, LIAR, planes do not back up four minutes before departure. I HATE regional carriers.)

So yea, I am sitting at the airport...hoping and praying I get on the next flight that is currently oversold as is the one after which also happens to be the last flight out today. I think next time I'll just do the naked scan. Lesson learned.

Blog Giveaway!

So...I came across this ADORABLE blog via this blog (warning: SAD alert but very touching)...like I said, blog ADDICT...and she is doing a great diaper bag giveaway! (LOVE her girls' names too!) We are getting to that age where friends are having babies, in my case cousin's are having babies, and this bag looks like the perfect gift! ORrrr, if you have a-da-baybee yourself, it would be a perfect gift from yourself, to yourself. (Those are my kinds of gifts ladies!, I really know how to give myself great gifts, ha!)

Blog Junkie

I'll admit it. I'm addicted to reading blogs. I wish I knew how to customize my blog better, have my own url, etc. but it just isn't in the cards for me to figure that out right now.

That being said, I have a few fellow blog addicts that help feed my addiction. My new blog love is catalog living. If any of you have mother's like mine, you will understand why this is so hysterical. I have so many memories of home decor catalogs just piled up in our house with every room ridiculously pristine. Not to mention, each room has some absurd object that the majority people do not own nor does it have a function of any sort beyond taking a picture for a catalog.

Soooo, do yourself a favor next time you need a smoke break** at work and read this blog.

**I call a quick google reader scan my smoke break. I do not condone smoking nor do I personally smoke ( ; **
***I am terribly saddened by so many newspapers having to shut their doors. I still love print for reading magazines, the WSJ, and books. I don't know that I will ever own a Kindle. I just love the feel of a book in my hands and closing it after that last page. And I especially love owning books that are near and dear to my heart.

The Burned - Kurt Baumann

I recently posted the lyrics to the song "Make Believe". Here is a clip of Kurt talking about the creation of the cd.

Fourth of July

I hope everyone had a fantastic fourth. Independence Day has always been a favorite holiday of mine. Last year was spent shooting skeet at my aunt and uncle's in Texas. This year we stayed in Atlanta and had family in town and ate more watermelon and tubed meat than I care to remember. *The 4th is one of the days my mental kibosh on hot dogs is let down. I am also allowed to eat them at a baseball game. Otherwise, I think they are disgusting. It's a weird mental thing.*

You Guys.

Dolly. Is. Awesome.
I once got into a very heated argument about whether or not she is the Queen of the South (she is).

We made a very strong connection at a 3-way stop in Brentwood, TN once. It changed my life. She looked at me, I looked at her. It was magical. I could just see in her eyes that she was wishing I was her daughter and then she would give me my own blonde wig and fake eyelashes and er, other things, and it would just be so much fun.

So, in case you love Dolly (or are mildly interested), I present to you Dolly's life in photos!!

Seriously HYSTERICAL