dizzygal
Earning My Ears
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- Apr 30, 2004
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Well here goes nothing....our trip starts every year in December as soon as we return from the most recent trip. Planning for the next year and compulsive packing at this point just alerts you to my OCD problems.
Your tour guides are:
Kissy face (my sweet, exclusive table service nut,husband)
Me:She who will be known now and always as The shop alot girl!
We start of course at the Charlotte Douglas airport the morning after a quite wonderful night stay at the Renaissance suites. BTW this hotel provides some great complimentary bath goodies from LATHER. These are great smelling and I did check online for the line when we returned from vacation but, hesitated to spend quite that much after my credit card melting trip. .
Let it be said now that air travel since "you know when" scares the bejesus out of me.Can I say bejesus?
I understand and appreciate the reasons for the extra attention for our own safety though and have no problem with this.
It is not the flight that causes me great unrest, or even the always,always,always small child who is assigned the seat behind me on the plane.
No these things are small on the radar blip of my life. It is and remains to be the total fear of going through security. Even though I have never personally had any problems, even though I scour these boards for advice and update of what I can get by with in my carry on. I invariably break out in an indelicate sweat when near or around any security personnel.
I know that A. they will turn the dogs on me for an illegal amount of some liquid or 2. try ( I say try because to accomplish this I'm sure will take an army due to my personal aversion to being touched in a familiar way by anyone I'm not married too ) to search my person when the alarms go off as I pass through the metal detectors,
So as we make it to the plane I acquaint myself with the three year old named Grace
who has been assigned the seat behind me on the plane. Grace is traveling with Mom who rightly has the aisle seat to keep everyone incarcerated within her domain and her slightly older sister who's name I fail to remember because it was only Graces name that droned unmercifully during the flight. GRACE sit down, GRACE stop hitting the nice ladies seat back, GRACE don't throw your juice on the seat in front of you,
But, I digress and you get the idea anyway right? BTW grace was also behind us on the flight back.
So let us continue this report as I continue to thank GOD that I don't have children.
Although most of my close personal friends BLESS their souls all have small children (The Shops alot girl does NOT babysit) Love Yall Mean It!
We arrive in ORLANDO yeah!!!!! and quickly get our luggage and towncar and proceed to the grocery stop for my search (with no success) for Rock Star Energy drinks to which I AM addicted.
I settle for MONSTER low carbs and fruit 2 o. IN the meantime in another part of the shopping complex Kissyface is on his search for the all important BOOZE portion which will complete and make his vacation a much more enjoyable and hazy experience,
Just joking!
Next installment checking in at Saratoga (which I continue to call SARASOTA) Springs. Hope you all enjoyed this report.
Your tour guides are:
Kissy face (my sweet, exclusive table service nut,husband)
Me:She who will be known now and always as The shop alot girl!
We start of course at the Charlotte Douglas airport the morning after a quite wonderful night stay at the Renaissance suites. BTW this hotel provides some great complimentary bath goodies from LATHER. These are great smelling and I did check online for the line when we returned from vacation but, hesitated to spend quite that much after my credit card melting trip. .
Let it be said now that air travel since "you know when" scares the bejesus out of me.Can I say bejesus?
I understand and appreciate the reasons for the extra attention for our own safety though and have no problem with this. It is not the flight that causes me great unrest, or even the always,always,always small child who is assigned the seat behind me on the plane.
No these things are small on the radar blip of my life. It is and remains to be the total fear of going through security. Even though I have never personally had any problems, even though I scour these boards for advice and update of what I can get by with in my carry on. I invariably break out in an indelicate sweat when near or around any security personnel.I know that A. they will turn the dogs on me for an illegal amount of some liquid or 2. try ( I say try because to accomplish this I'm sure will take an army due to my personal aversion to being touched in a familiar way by anyone I'm not married too ) to search my person when the alarms go off as I pass through the metal detectors,
So as we make it to the plane I acquaint myself with the three year old named Grace
who has been assigned the seat behind me on the plane. Grace is traveling with Mom who rightly has the aisle seat to keep everyone incarcerated within her domain and her slightly older sister who's name I fail to remember because it was only Graces name that droned unmercifully during the flight. GRACE sit down, GRACE stop hitting the nice ladies seat back, GRACE don't throw your juice on the seat in front of you, But, I digress and you get the idea anyway right? BTW grace was also behind us on the flight back. So let us continue this report as I continue to thank GOD that I don't have children.
Although most of my close personal friends BLESS their souls all have small children (The Shops alot girl does NOT babysit) Love Yall Mean It!We arrive in ORLANDO yeah!!!!! and quickly get our luggage and towncar and proceed to the grocery stop for my search (with no success) for Rock Star Energy drinks to which I AM addicted.
I settle for MONSTER low carbs and fruit 2 o. IN the meantime in another part of the shopping complex Kissyface is on his search for the all important BOOZE portion which will complete and make his vacation a much more enjoyable and hazy experience, Just joking!Next installment checking in at Saratoga (which I continue to call SARASOTA) Springs. Hope you all enjoyed this report.
