at least they could buy a gal dinner first

I’m not particularly shy. Nor demure for that matter. And going through this twice this past week left even me feeling mighty violated. As if I were nekkid and everyone knew it but me. And nevermind that, what kind of x-ray crap am I absorbing? I’ve tried to research it, but it’s all noise, no real data. Oye. I ADORE travel, and damn, I’m actually rethinking a whole lot of it right about now.

Agreed. The airlines could step up, and make a fuss.

• Save our rights.
• Bolster their bottom line.
• By telling the TSA to keep their hands off OUR bottoms.

Thanks, Nicole. Oh yeah, and happy Veteran’s Day.

guilty as charged

I’m a big nutty nut.

Every. Single. Line. (!) = True. (except one. You have to guess which one though.)

Nutty, indeed. But we knew that already.

(But I still swear I’m just a beginner.)

Speaking of which, I’m off to study with some wicked smaht yoga masters for a week— see all y’all later…

Swaha!

just a hop, skip and a jump away. (maybe a swim and a hydroplaning rental car thrown in too.)

Ah… Belize. Ambergris Caye. Just got back.

I have a new found respect for my hip rotators, I miss my travelmates terribly already, plus I may or may not have accidentally molested a sea turtle.

But for now, just a little note about the trip home for your amusement. It was downright comical. Adventure! Let’s see….

• Water taxi from the Caye to the mainland found me sitting in a full inch of water (it was very refreshing actually)….
• Puddle jumper plane (Maya air), watched 3 take off, wondered if we’d ever get one, one of the passengers was in the front seat next to the pilot, the plane itself was perfectly pleasant but let’s not kid ourselves: it was a white cargo van with wings. Got to BZE airport on mainland, promptly bought a dry t-shirt.
• First plane BZE to ATL was fine, upon arrival security in ATL decided what we brought as carry-on on that flight was no-good for the next flight. (Those hammocks are deadly, don’tcha know?) Checked the parcel, less than 10 mins later found out our flight was cancelled. (I swear the bag-check guy already knew! Might be why he was smirking.)
• Waited around (had a lovely meal with faboo peeps that we may have to smuggle into our bags and kidnap to bring to our fine city) for the next plane, was originally #7 on standby, then migrated to number forty something. (??) Since there was about a snowball’s chance in hell we’d make it onto THAT plane, which was the last of the night (and also now delayed), we cut bait.
• At 11p we rented a car one-way (my wallet is still in pain from that one– 6x normal car rental cost) and drove 4 hours home in the storms that dropped those tornados in MS/AL. We were white knuckled, but fine. The storms certainly kept us awake.
• Five hour nap, returned the car the next morning, fetched our luggage from the airport, and finally got a fuzzy hug from Leeloo. A nap ensued shortly thereafter.

What a ride!

Next adventure: Scaling the mountain of laundry.