T minus 48 and some odd hours until takeoff. I don't like flying. Correction, I don't like the taking off and landing part. I've had some pretty bad flights in the past. One in particular was filled with turbulance and lightning storms. Lets just say that was the longest prayer session I've ever had. Then there was the one where the guy next to me not only took up his seat but half of mine and smelled like he just came from an all you can eat bean burrito buffet. P-U. But then there have been those wonderful uneventful ones where I can quietly read for three hours. I've learned over the years to wear headphones- even when I'm not listening to music. It keeps the friendly chit chatters next to me from interupting my reading. I figured that out after a flight filled with looking at pictures of some old lady's grandkids. The way she told it they were to be sainted before they even died. Yeah,, yeah, I brag on my kid too but if you don't like it you can always quit reading. You can't just say to some one, 'Please shut your pie hole. Your kids are bratts and I really could care less about hearing of every time they sank a Cheerio'.
This flight I'm a little apprehensive about. You see, last time when Gryffin and I went to Arizona Mike was with us. We could tag team Gryffin. One could rest while the other ran him around in the hopes he would sleep on the plane. Now its just up to me. He has become so independant lately and wants to do everything by himself- including running off. I've seen those lazy, terrible monsters of parents put their kids on leashes and shook my head in disgust at them. That was long before I became a mother. Now I know why they did that and I hate to say it but I have joined their little club. This weekend we all went to Target in search of shorts for me. (Thats another story in and of itself) We came across this little teddy bear back pack that has a leash on the back. Mike and I debated and finally realized this would make my time at the airport less stressful. Hey, it was either that or get the pet cage/carrier. We took Gryffin for a walk yesterday with it on to get him used to it, he actually liked it. That eased my conscience a little.
Today is going to be filled with laundry and packing. Then tomorrow while Gryffin is in Day Out I'm going to try and scrub the house and get groceries for our friend Chris who has been so kind to watch our house and dogs for a week. He is a life saver, at least a furniture and floor saver.
Since Gryffin is cooperating so well by feeding his dinosaurs his breakfast I will tell you of my experience of shorts shopping. Between shoes and shorts, I think I would rather shop for a bikini. It might be less depressing. I'm a curvy girl, at least from the navel down. Clothes for the bottom half have always been a problem. Over the winter I decided that skirts would be a good option for me this summer so I scanned Ebay and bought three. I loved them and they fit perfect- then. Mike told me this weekend that I'm probably the only person in the world that complains about losing weight. Its not the weight loss that bothers me, its the fact that I have to go shopping for clothes that fit. I hate, abhoar, loathe, whatever you want to call it, I don't like shopping. Yesterday Mike made me promise to buy at least two pairs of shorts. He mentioned something about the desert being close to if not over 100 degrees this time of year but all I could hear was the crash landing of our checkbook balance. I gave in. We hit Target. They had some really cute ones that weren't too expensive. Yeah, they were cute alright. Cute on the hanger. I hate when girls wear pants that are so low on the waist when they bend down they look like plumbers. Makes me want to walk up behind them, drop a quarter down their crack and see if music comes out their butt. I've always been of the opinion that hip huggers were not created for people with hips. That was a bust. We then went to Khol's. I also have the problem that I'm too old for Junior and too young for Women's. They really should make clothes for In Betweener's. Mike and Gryffin helped me scan for possibilites. (I never shop for clothes without Mike, he has good taste and consoles me when they don't fit) We found a couple possibilities and low and behold, thanks to their belts, they didn't make my butt look like a jukebox! My seamstress will be dissappointed but I'm happy. Now I have a total of three pairs of shorts for this summer. Looks like I'm going to be a lot of laundry. I would rather do that than go shopping again.