Thoughts While People-Watching in the Airport

I’ve spent a bit of time in some airports recently.

And while I quite enjoy people watching just about anywhere, my recent travel brought up quite a few thoughts that I’d like to share with the world. (This might be mostly from the 3 ½ hours spent in Dallas, but some were also inspired from Madison, Columbus, Detroit and New Orleans.)

I’ve organized them for your ease.

‘Cuz that’s how I roll.

Shoes

§ How is it that some women are able to travel in four-inch heels? Are we not walking through the same airports, down really long terminals, looking for our gates?
§Or flip flops for that matter? Am I turning into that much of a freak needing constant back support with my orthotic-filled running shoes? [No need to respond. I know the answer is yes.]

§ Socks with sandals. Really? [Both men and women do this, btw.] Please knock it off. If you need to wear socks, I’m confident that flip flops and teva’s are not the shoe for you. Cover that up with a real shoe.

§ Those “minimalists” who enjoy those toe-shoe-things? Please only wear these while on your nature hikes or hidden in a kayak. When you wear them in public it totally creeps me out.

HEY . . . YOU . . .

§ With the loud conversation - Please go elsewhere. [This is applicable for both those talking to another human being and those on the phone. Probably talking to other human beings.]

§ In the tye-died shirt - Are you on something? Or is “dancing with myself” stuck in your head?

§ With the high-energy child - If your kid is running around the gate area yelling “wee . . . wee . . .” like that pig in this awkward geico commercial, I feel pretty confident that he doesn’t need that pixie stick you just gave him. Especially since you’re about to get on a 3 hour flight.

When Travelling In a Small Place Like an AIRPLANE . . .

§ Please shower the day you are travelling. Or take a bath, whatever floats your boat. A smelly seatmate is uncool.

§ Eat your food at the gate. If you have no choice, I get it. You’re hungry and have been rushing between gates. However, when you buy your food and just sit at the gate for 30 minutes and watch your food get cold, it’s ridiculous. And gross.

§ Buying a PlayBoy to read on the plane seems unacceptable. If you have to buy a magazine in a brown paper sack, I feel like you shouldn’t be allowed to “read” it on a plane. (No, this isn’t from a recent trip, but I believe in having at least 3 bullets per heading, and I’m losing material here.)

Birthday Highlights

A couple of weeks ago I turned another year older.
I was quite lucky, and got to spend some quality time over the long weekend with friends in Columbus that I miss quite a lot.
We kicked off the weekend at the Wine Bistro, where I got to see a lot of folks. There wasn't enough time to really talk with everyone as much as I wanted to . . . but it was so great to see many of my favorite peeps.

I also got to participate in my first Bey Blade Battle.

Wondering what the hell a Bey Blade is? So was I. Since December. And now I finally understand.

They're tops.

It doesn't matter how many times Krystyne tried to describe them to me, it didn't work. 

NOW I get it.

I also got to build a Magna-Tile Tower. [I might want some of these. They're way cooler than the Lincoln Logs I grew up with!]

Until my buddy Benny took it down.



And after some delicious cake, I was serenaded by two cute boys with Firework by Katy Perry. It's too bad I don't have any clear photos or a video, because it was pretty freaking adorable.

You can read more about it and see some better pics from my Savvy friends HERE.

When I returned home, I also felt the love from my staff. Who decorated both of my offices.

They rock.

It's great to celebrate another year with old friends, and to come home to new ones.

p.s. I forgot to mention that I talked with my awesome friend VKR, shared that for my birthday he had ordered fireworks to be set off all around the country. Just for me. Wasn't that nice of me to share them with the rest of you? He good friend.

The Perfect Message

I don’t typically put bumper stickers on my car. I’m all about sharing my views with the world, but I just think it looks sloppy. And there are too many good ones out there. So if I put one sticker on my car, I’ll probably be tempted to put more. And then I’ll have a trunk full of them.

And I’ll be THAT CAR.

I did make an exception when Barack ran for president the last time.

I really believed in Yes We Can. It was also a magnet, so it wasn't really permanent.

Tonight I spotted one that I would consider purchasing and displaying. I saw it on a car earlier and had the best laugh ever. It said:

READ A FUCKING BOOK.

Right?

I can totally get behind that.