Thoughts from an airplane...

I flew home for christmas which was great (another blog about that to follow soon), except I had a really odd return flight. We boarded the plane and were supposed to be ontime but then, the CATERING service was late, then brought the wrong truck to load the plane, then took forever, so by the time we got de-iced, we were taking off two hours late. Yes, we sat in the plane for two hours waiting to fly. I got to BWI at 1:00, and back to my house at 3:30 am. Argh!! So here are my thoughts:

1) Catering?!? Really? All they had on the flight was snacks you had to BUY. Shouldn't we have at least gotten free food?

2) The flight attendant said it would be just a "skulch (sp?) longer" is skulch a word?

3) Will my ipod actually interfere with plane signals during take off and landing? I really question this... and why do your seat backs have to be all the way up? And is it really going to cause an injury if your tray table is down while the plane is taking off? Because, the realist in me is thinking that if I'm in a plane crash my tray table isn't going to cause anymore damage to me than the rest of the plane.

4) Fly out of Reagan, on a different carrier, who gives you free food.

Not quite singing in the rain...

This morning was the first time in the months that I've been here I have truly wanted a car. I do own a car, problem is, it is 2000 miles away. I usually have no problems taking the metro or walking everywhere. This morning though, I woke up a little late for church but with plenty of time to get there. I got ready and walked outside. It was raining. I grabbed my rain jacket and thought it wouldn't be too bad, so off I went. I got to church dripping wet, and a little late. Unfortunately there is no slipping in the back since all the seats were taken except on the front row. I and another late comer walked to the front row. I felt like a mess. Luckily a friend from the ward was kind enough to give me a ride home. I can't decide if it would be wiser to invest in a car, or an umbrella.

Double Clap for....

That Romney is so darn likable, even if you don't agree with his politics... watch this.

It's snowing in Washington

I walked through the streets and as the snow fell, the sounds of the city quieted, and peace set upon DC. Somehow, with only a change of nature, the city looks better, smells better and feels better. It makes the cold worth it. So, please... let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

The woes of cheap denim

I bought a pair of jeans off of ebay. Gap long and lean, my favorites for $15.98 (including shipping). I have been eagerly anticipating their arrival, waiting by the mailbox for them. They finally came today. I ripped open the USPS package, excited to finally have another pair of pants since I left some at home during the move. Out they slipped and I was excited. Except, wait, something else was slipping out, wafting up into my senses. I ignored the pungent aroma of Febreeze and tried them on. They are a little long but generally fit well. Still smelling the febreeze, my legs started to itch a little. I smelled my leg and was taken aback. I assume this is what it feels like to be high. Yes, there was that much febreeze. Underlying the febreeze scent was cigarette smoke, which hopefully will come out with a few washings.

So, I hastily logged onto ebay, ready to leave my comments on the seller. These should be clean, and non toxic. I have never had an adverse reaction to febreeze but I have never bathed in it either. Positive, Neutral, Negative were my choices. Neutral I clicked and typed "Pants smell as if soaked in febreeze to cover smell of smoke." This was the first non-positive comment I have left on ebay. I'm beginning to feel a little guilty. Was I wrong for doing this? Is the smell of the pants that important? Am I wrong to expect items that don't give me a rash? Even the pepper-sprayed Miss Puerto Rico wasn''t this harsh. Well, what is done is done. I'm off to do a load of laundary.