Queen of Unfinished Projects

If you're planning to come visit us, don't judge my house! I have more projects than I can count right now - 4 different colors of paint slapped on the guest bathroom wall, fabric samples taped up to the dining room windows deciding on future drapes, flowers on my back porch waiting to be planted, a few loads on laundry on the floor...and most most complete project, a painted/glazed end table project waiting for a top coat of paint and eventually topped off with a table lamp for our living room. I'm about to pull my hair out at the dyed root!

Oh, and I have to host a bridal shower at my house in four weeks?!

Now Boarding..no, wait... NOT Boarding!

I resolved my mobile blogging trouble ticket and iPhone blogging begins. Well, it begins with yesterday's post and continues now from Terminal A of Northwest Arkansas Regional Airport because I have not a damn thing to do. I've exhausted Facebook, People.com, Hanging with Friends, Words with Friends, Scramble, oh, and did some work. "Mechanical" delays 20 minutes at a time have caused a 7:15 departure time for my original 3:40 flight back to DFW.

I suppose I sympathize with the AA agents who have customers using this excuse to lash out at them. When in reality, yes, they are inconvenienced, but their real life troubles have made them time bombs and this delay came at a convenient time to release that frustration. I doubt each of these passengers are consistently on time for all appointments or live a life without emergencies. Would you rather fly a potentially unsafe aircraft? I'm not sure where all this compassion is coming from because I'm not particularly thrilled abou arriving home so late. Must be because the guy working the gate was really trying his hardest to help within his means. And I'm really freaking tired.

Oh, The Places We Will Go

There is nothing more depressing than sitting in DFW's Terminal D, the international terminal, listening to all the flights boarding to exotic locations...Paris, London, Australia...when you are about to board a plane, regional jet I might add, to Bentonville, Arkansas. Seriously, come on.

I sat in Bennigans across from my gate watching passengers board Air France to Amsterdam. I could use Amsterdam. But today will be Arkansas.

Let me depart from B Terminal so I feel a little more pride going to Walmart USA. They did, after all, revolutionize the low price, American bargain shopping experience. Yes, Bentonville would seem much more glamorous if the gate next to me was headed to Topeka, Kansas or Midland, Texas.

I Am Old.

This is how you know you are turning an old age leaf - your alumni sticker looks like mine did.



Old, faded, wrinkled.

When did I age?

*Insert Witty Title*

It's difficult to log onto Facebook when you're going through a tough time. It's so and so's birthday, someone has awesome travel plans, a concert was fantastic, fancy shoes were bought, anniversaries are being celebrated...everyone thoroughly enjoyed their fourth of July weekends with grilled foods and water sports.

I forget to remember my blessings and strength waiting on the other side of the pain. I prefer to crawl into a hole. When does it get better?

I Now Relate

I've been fortunate to not have many close family or friends pass away. My grandpa passed away when I was a teenager, but in my adult life, none until my grandma. Therefore, I've never dealt with the five stages of grief or been able to relate to anyone who has. I always share my condolences and do truly feel sorry for people experiencing the loss, but I'm sad to say I was the "I'm so sorry to hear that" person. I'm not that person anymore.

The loss of someone close is very emotional, regardless of your relationship with them. It's the removal of someone familiar. A loneliness. A void.

I must say if you are ever to lose someone close to you (and I certainly hope you don't) and you share that loss with me, I will truly know how you feel and have a deeper appreciation and understanding for the grief you're dealing with. The support of friends and their concern and companionship make those hours, days, minutes of uncertainty easier to conquer. I guarantee it.

Grandma Ellen

Grandma went to be with Grandpa last night. We sat in the lobby while they removed the ventilator from her throat. She took a few breaths and left this world, with her family by her side. She left the pain and illness that had uninvitedly consumed her body.

While we sitting at the hospital as our grandma memories were being shared, I remembered a story from maybe 12 or so years ago. My cousin Amanda and I had gone to Grandma's for a visit. I had taken a liking to the Snicker's ice cream bars and Grandma told me I could have as many as I wanted. Being a kid, unable to restrain myself, I ate the whole box - a good 4 or 5 candy bars. Needless to say, that night I saw all 4 or 5 of those candy bars again and had to wake Grandma up at the middle of the night to tell her I had thrown up in the bathroom.

Not long after Grandma passed away, Bo and I left the hospital to head home. He stopped on the way home to get gas and to my surprise, came home with Snicker's ice cream bars. I couldn't think of a better way to remember Grandma than to sit on our back porch at 1AM and toast ice cream candy bars in her honor.

I'm thankful for my time with her and will see her again one day. Until then, Roll Tide Grandma!