Well, the party was a lot of fun!
I got to show off my birthday bling from my mom. She got me a cute little kunzite/blue diamond ring that I adore and a big ole Morganite cocktail ring that I like a lot but won’t be wearing everyday. Thanks Mom! :-)
Our neighbor showed up yesterday afternoon with a sprayer to douse the house in bleach prior to pressure washing. Our house has never been washed and the white siding was pretty green and nasty. You spray it with straight bleach to kill the mold/mildew and you let it sit for a day or two then you wash the hell out of it. We’ll have our “after” pix up in Nick’s gallery after we get the washing done!
This week should be pretty calm which will be nice before the hell of Thanksgiving week. I’ve got to convince the managers of the stores to get me the bills early next week, since I’m going out of town on Wednesday. Eh, I’ll prolly end up not doing anything at all for Rob next week.
I just pray that the TSA assholes at Hartsfield don’t harass me too much. I dread taking an airplane anywhere these days, what with having to go thru a strip search for a fucking 2 hour plane trip. I mean, DAMN. I get VERY testy when being harassed by dumbass airport employees in the first place, now add in having to practically strip and take off your shoes… well, it’s not gonna be pretty. Nick says he’s gonna pump me full of alcohol prior to the gauntlet and that may help – or not. I am resentful of being harassed at all. I mean, check the fucking luggage, run me thru the metal detectors, whatever, but do NOT make me strip, take off my shoes and put up with your stupid ass just because you can. I say profile the middle eastern looking assholes and leave me the hell alone! I don’t recall pale redheads crashing those planes on 9/11. Profiling works for a reason, folks. Anyway, hopefully I won’t be on the front page of the AJC for getting into a fistfight with some idiot TSA agent. ::sigh::
Such is the life of Angela right now. One year older and just marking time, baybee.
helpful hints:
wear the flattest shoes you have.
wear nothing with pockets.
check as much as you can, only bring a cd player and a book onto the plane.
don’t ask them anything.
try to print your boarding pass at home.
don’t drink, or if you do, be sure to eat a large tablespoon of peanut butter before you approach the gate. (drinking is a red flag, seems they don’t make the connection between stress and needing a drink)
get some xanax if you can (much better than alcohol for the airport). i reccomend 1 mg. at least.