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29 June Do you support the troops?I'm don't care too much about the hype floating around about this video. I do know that regardless this video is quite powerful and should really make you think twice about your support or non-support of the troops and the war. It's a little over 5 minutes long and well worth it. I started crying around the halfway marker.
I dare you to watch the entire video.
(Unless you are a military family, then it may not be quite as good of an idea. Especially at the halfway marker I mentioned.) 28 June Peeve of the weekSo, one of my ongoing peeves is the fashion industry. Much as I love reading the "Undressed" column on msn (or wherever that's at) and seeing the ridiculous outfits people not only leave the house in, but then RED CARPET in, I don't get what they're so annoyed about sometimes. so, I just do my best to look good and anyone who doesn't like it can stuff it.
Recently, I've been pondering a "rule" of fashion that has always seemed more than a little bit ironic to me. In case you weren't aware, you're not supposed to wear horizontal stripes (read those that go from side to side) . . . like ever . . . no one . . . according to Stacy & Clinton on What Not to Wear. First and foremost we all know that strategically placed stripes can in fact be quite flattering. Thicker on top, darker on bottom stuff like that can create an illusion that is very flattering. But, for example, my oldschool tunic length (almost to my knees at 5'2") no form or shape whatsoever sweaters do NOT create any kind of illusion and therefore break this rule.
Now, here is my peeve about this. Tell me if you've noticed this or if you agree at all.
IF YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO WEAR HORIZONTAL STRIPES ...
WHY DO THEY MAKE CLOTHES
IN HORIZONTAL STRIPES!?!?!?!?!
Seriously. I simply do NOT understand this phenomenon. When I very first learned of the no horizontal stripes rule I was hard pressed to find any kind of top anywhere that was not made in horizontal stripes. Now they're mostly some sort of diagonal or simply vertical. But, still. I am baffled by this phenomenon.
Now comes the actual reason for all of this posting. I realized something yesterday that compounds this ever so slightly more. I had to buy new underwear a couple weeks ago. I don't go for the plain white, but I do get a 6 pack of Hanes. (I'm not a Vicky's kinda gal, too much money for too little fabric I say.) I pulled out a pair yesterday and realized . . . yep, they're horizontally striped. Now, I've already mentioned that I'm 5'2" and now I'll tell the entire cyberspace/internet world that I'm also around 180 pounds. Let's all just agree that MY behind should NOT be in horizontal stripes. If it's a significant behind to begin with, horizontal stripes are only going to magnify this perception. Thankfully for me, no one else has to see my behind, with or without horizontal stripes. But, I got a good laugh out of it when I saw them and realized I simply HAD to put something up here. Plus, it's only been FOREVER since I posted here.
Other news in my world to follow, hopefully soon, and then subsequently I might be posting a lot more, hopefully, maybe, could be possibly.  15 June On the road againI'm on my way to Sonic to eat lunch, off to the beach to take some pics and then off ot the airport to hang out before my flight. I don't have high hopes that I'll be able to avoid the convenience bag, but I did get some dramamine and I am going to pseudo-starve myself before the flight so there isn't anything in my system to heave out.
Ok, we're off. 11 June VayKay - Day 1Oh
My
Goodness!!!
What a day. I started my vacation today. Just flew to Virginia to see my bestest friend. Doesn't sound like too much, right? Oh, that it would have been. Many won't care and many might skim, a few will read carefully. Regardless, there are some great nuggets, so I'm going to give you the whole play by play.
To be totally honest, it started last night. I finally got around to packing around 8. Got it mostly done, puttered around a bit, finally settled in to sleep around 1130. I figured that worked out ok because in spite of setting an alarm for 4 am I had an hour and a half bus ride and an hour and a half plane ride. I figured I'd be able to catnap and kinda make some of it up. Plus, I figured I could go to sleep at a decent time tonight because Charity has to work anyway. That might still happen. The other two . . . not so much.
Got up shortly after 4, got ready and left EARLY! Can you believe it?? I actually left early!!! Mom took me to the bus station and waited with me for my bus to come. She got a little choked up when she hugged me goodbye. She's such a sap sometimes, she cracks me up! I got on the bus and we were on our way. Right away I noticed that I had sat WAY too close to the front. First I was right above a wheel, I think, secondly I could tell that the driver was only paying moderate attention to the road. Then, we got to Chicago. There was some big thing at the Arena down there; and, the bus that was supposed to arrive at 815 am, giving me 2 1/2 hours before my flight, didn't actually arrive until 940!!!!! Yes, we sat in traffic that long. Stop-and-Go traffic above the wheel-well of a large bus is NOT a good idea . . . under any circumstances. The bus driver refused, REFUSED, to take two, possibly three, alternate routes suggested by other drivers because . . .
get this . . .
HE WAS AFRAID HE'D GET LOST!!!!!
Are you kidding me?? You drive to Chicago EVERY SINGLE DAY and you're afraid you'll get lost?! You need to get used to these alternate routes and take a chance. Yes, however, I do realize that had he taken that chance, it's entirely possible I would have missed my flight. CheapTickets told me to be at the airport about an hour and a half early and there was a guy planning to arrive at 815 for a 920 flight. Wow, that's cutting it close, in my opinion.
Anyway, Here is the resulting equation
Stop-and-go traffic
+ a bus
+ 8 am
+ a stomach void of anything except a cup of coffee and some donettes
=Motion sickness.
I've never been particularly motion sick in the past. Once in awhile I get a little queasy if i read in a car too long or something, but for the most part I'm fine.
Finally we get to the airport and I'll spare you the drama of trying to figure out where in the heck to even go to try to check in and find out IF I can even make my flight. I check in, checking a bag that I later realize i probably could have carried on (Dang it! This will really suck later on), go through security, which is like 1000 more complicated and involved than it was in 1999 (possibly 1998) when I flew out East with my then boyfriend. Which is fine, after 9/11 it's fairly justified, just way more than I had expected.
I start heading to my gate with like 45 minutes to get there so I stop at starbucks and get "my usual" that they messed up somehow 'cause it didn't taste right at all. so sad!! But, whatcha gonna do, right? I get to my gate and board the plane and upon entering I realize this is a freakishly small plane. No, not like a cessna or something, just like 10x smaller than I expected it to be. I'm in the window seat, there is a guy next to me, an aisle, and two seats on the other side of the aisle. That's it. Very "tube" like. I spent most of the flight reminding myself that "they fly these all the time. That you have a better chance of getting hit by a car than getting in a plane wreck" and all those other things we tell ourselves. All the while trying to put out of my mind the half dozen crime-drama shows I've watched where something goes wrong.
Take-off is a bit bumpy and the entire descent was spent . . . bobbling. Is that possible? the wings going up and down as if the pilot is playing some sick prank or can't quite get a good hold on the controls. Either way, I am NOT amused. So, I turn my blower on and close my eyes 'cause looking out the window is making me dizzy and therefore nauseous. I try to distract myself and calm myself out of the nausea that has started. Almost halfway through the flight I realize I can probably listen to music, so I get out my mp3 player and then I read their magazine for a bit and realize that reading will be ok too. I even got a few pics to put up later. Then the descent begins. I was thinking it wasn't possible, BUT the descent and landing is actually WORSE than takeoff. Something about the way we hit the ground and hit the brakes just put a spike in my gut . . . and, yep, you guessed it. I had to use the "courtesy bag." Which is bad enough, but I'm going to get pretty gross here. It was basically just the starbucks that never tasted quite right to begin with. Good times. BUT, I felt better within 15 min of landing and actually getting off the plane. And I got to see Charity and the baby, Kaleb. So that makes it all better . . . kinda.
Last thing was that the luggage was delayed like 45 minutes. They were short handed so they didn't get our luggage off-loaded right away. So, we had to hang around hte airport and wait for that. No huge deal, but charity was starting to get worried about getting to work on time. But, I'm here!!!!! Yay!!! Kaleb loves me!
 He is so cute and loving. He fell asleep on me twice. His brother came in the house VERY loudly and woke him up the first time, BUT it was pretty early for him to be sleeping anyway. Got some cute pics of him sitting on my lap. All self-portraits, so I'm looking quite the overweight gal, but oh, well. Don't really care right now. The boys are great. Gavin was quite happy to see me. But, in typical six year old fashion, ran away to play with his friends as soon as we got home. I'm going to watch Kaleb again for awhile tomorrow while Chair runs to Gavin's school for a end-of-year program. Then I'll watch them again at night when she goes to work. Then, it's just me and her (well, yeah, the boys too) until I leave on Friday!! Woo Hoo!!I have MUCH higher hopes for the flight and bus ride home.
I've got to go get my laundry out of the dryer. I fluffed it all up so it wouldn't smell like smoke. And, it's 950 here, which means it's only 850 my time, but I've been up since 4 and running on 5 hours of sleep anyway. So, I'm going to go crash out on the couch and settle in for the night. Chair'll be home in an hour or so. I'm sure we'll talk a bit before going to bed. |
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