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Yo, did ya miss me? Why I ask I don't know, noone ever does anyway. Well for all you throngs of people who read this site and care, here's the update on my life as of late. I hate my life as of late. I went to a funeral shortly after writing my last rant. And I just got back (okay, last week) from a ten day vacation to Chicago. I'm going to write what will probably only be a trilogy of rants speaking about my experiences in the windy city. I froze my ass off. The end. Heh, had you going for a minute there didn't I? Well anyway let's begin with the airport. Sky Harbor International (PHX) has to be one of my favorite airports. I don't know exactly why, maybe it's because there's never been many solicitors - Unlike Los Angeles International (LAX). Maybe it's because there's actually shops BEFORE and after security, unlike Minneapolis International - Lindberg Terminal (MSP). Maybe it's just all the little touches, like tables in the gate areas, and no smoking rules, and conveniently located Pizza Huts. Mmmm...pizza, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I like Sky Harbor, and the biggest reason is probably because I've spent many awake, and quite a few alone hours at it, and most of the time I was flying to see my dearest beloved then-boyfriend-now-husband. All that helps. Now, this last trip was pretty adequate as far as it goes, except I didn't get to fly america west, my personal favorite carrier, and instead got plunked on Northwest. Which means apparently I got sent to the terminal with all the psychotic people. Including a guy who wandered into the women's restroom. And had to look at me twice before he figured out he shouldn't be there. He wasn't even a crossdresser. I am SO not making this up. So I just have this to say...Ahem... If men want to use the women's bathroom the least they can do is wear a dress. Thank you. Oh, and someone on the plane was IN MY SEAT again. Everytime I make a round trip, SOMEONE will be in my seat for one of the flights. I HATE having to change seats, I pick my seat numbers with great care. And this one really annoyed me because #1. The lady was sitting sideways yammering into her cell phone and never really addressed us. Never even looked at us or tried to explain what was going on, but whined into her cellphone that "oh there's 100 free seats, and an empty row next to mine they want their seats" Well, gee I DIDN'T KNOW THAT. The attendents weren't saying when you got on "There's 100 seats free you sit wherever you want" And what good is it if most of them are middle seats? EH??? 30 rows, two middles a row and that's 60 of the seats. And never mind that there had to be more than 30 rows in the first place. That does not automatically mean there is a whole empty row. Boarding was NOT finished yet either, we were in the middle of the plane so there was NO way to know that the "empty row" would stay that way. We got over-wing aisle-row combo seats, my personal favorite. Why should I give them up 'cuz some still-wants-to-be-21-at-35 or heavy smoking yuppie can't have the forethought to reserve her seats in time to sit next to all her friends. Oh, and so halfway through the flight she stands almost leaning over us for a good while to talk over this other woman to another of her friends. Well, gee they were now two people in an "empty row" if they needed to be that close the other friend could have moved too. She was lucky she was over an empty seat and not me, I'd have bit her. Grrrr.... So we flew into Indiana by way of Memphis, we got in late, it was cold, and we stopped at a White Castle at 2am apparently in the middle of a drug bust but I was too tired to walk so I thought it was all a big hallucination. Like this rant. And my hat with patches that say "Goddess" and "Hi Dorkwad!" is NOT darling. Freaks.
Link of the Week: Carolyn Hax is probably my favorite advice columnist on the web. Okay, so this isn't that big of an archive, what do you expect, I'm tired.
Bacon Wrapped Onion Stuffed Chicken.
Get some boneless skinless chicken breasts. Enjoy.
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