Meeting in the Middle

Wow... it's been almost a whole MONTH since my last post. I apologize for my horrible procrastination and tardiness. I have so many great ideas for posts and not enough time to write them. I will try to improve the lag time between posts, I promise. (Because I know you're all just waiting with bated breath for the next one, right..??) ;-)

A couple weeks ago, fate smiled down on us and Mary and I were accidentally simultaneously both in our sweet hometown of Duncan, Oklahoma. She was in town 36 hours (or less?) for her wonderful grandmother's surprise 80th birthday extravaganza, and I was in town about two weeks to visit fam and help my mom get ready to put our house on the market (did I ever mention that my dad got a new job in Houston and my parents are moving there? It's true...and so strange to think that Duncan won't be 'home' anymore. Crazy). Since Mary's visit was a mere blink of an eye, our time together was very short, but sweet nonetheless. It's definitely fun to visit each other in our fun new places of residence, but there is just something so cozy and familiar about being together where we spent our entire childhood and youth being best friends. (Yowza... sorry for the sappiness overload...I'll stop now). :-)

Now it's time for a slight rant: People need to STOP wearing PAJAMAS on airplanes. On my flight back to LA (which left at 1:45 PM, mind you, so these fools didn't even have the excuse of it being a super early or overnight flight), there were three extremely obnoxious girls in straight up PJs, slippers and all.  (Much like these young ones only less fresh-faced and more trashy): 

Newsflash you lazy bums: airports and airplanes are public places full of other people who do not want to see you in your sleepwear.  I definitely understand the need for comfort, especially on longer flights, but there are a plethora of comfortable clothing items meant to be seen in public.  These annoying girls were also having extremely loud, awkward and inappropriate conversations that the entire plane could uninvitedly hear, but inappropriate public conversations is an entirely different rant altogether.  Lesson: just because you are flying on a form of transportation that you probably don't take all-too-often and it's way up high in the sky does not eradicate the social norms that clearly deem pajamas only appropriate for private home use.  < end rant > 


Wow, I feel a bit lighter after getting that off my chest. ;-)  Back with more (less rant-y) posts soon, my loves.