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accomplishing things
Jul. 5th, 2012 10:38 pmI am now living on Mars, or something like it.
Let's see, Today is Thursday... Tuesday it was the rush of doing things that should have been done but had not. The packing was finished, we vaccuumed carpets once again, my family was over and playing with the kids. Mr. Jenner had to return things or drop them off. I stood in awe of the fact that I had gotten a great number of things into four suitcases, a few carry-ons, and the rooms were bare. So bare. The house looked enormous. I was filled with dread. I remember having the same feeling the day we moved into the house and things were empty. "Dear God, what have I done?"
We had burgers and fries from Dick's. My family friend, Kathie and I joked about the best way to end our time in Seattle was to have a bag full of greasy dicks. Delicious dicks. Joke never gets old. Then it was time to go.
Going down the freeway with my family, following with some extra bags.
Oh the airport. Easy peasy checking in. (Note to folk: Iceland Air has a VERY generous baggage allowance for checked bags. We checked four large bags and two car seats)
Then the painful goodbyes. I don't like crying. I don't like crying in public. But I had to do some serious crying in public when saying Goodbye to my Mom and siblings. But especially when saying goodbye to my Mom. As Oprah would say, "ugly crying".
Then it was good bye for real. We waited for years in line for security. The TSA dragged it's feet on opening more than two lines. Oh WHY would one want to do that? Tramping through the line with red eyes. AND what made things all the more classically hilarious and irritating was the fact that despite TSA officials walking up and down the lines and saying, "TAKE off your shoes. TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING SHOES. REMOVE YOUR GOD DAMN LAPTOP FROM YOUR BAG. REMOVE YOUR COCKING FANCY CELLPHONE FROM YOUR POCKET. NO YOU MAY NOT TAKE A GALLON OF WATER THROUGH. TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING SHOES ASSHOLES. Unless you are old or a child, take off your motherfucking shoes. And you there, TAKE OUT YOUR LAPTOP. YES THAT LAPTOP. THAT LAPTOP IN YOUR BAG. TAKE IT OUT. REMOVE IT FROM THE DAMN BAG." People were holding up the line because they would be surprised that they had to take off their shoes, remove the laptops from their bags and place them in a bin, and take out their precious iphones and put them in a bin. My personal favorite was a kid who was sixteen who forgot to take off his shoes. Despite THREE SIGNS with large letters saying, "hey if you are under 12 or over 65, you don't have to take off your shoes." AND the TSA agent begging people to follow the circus. Yes it may be security theater but when you don't do this you hold up the line. Upside is that my bra didn't set up the alarms and I didn't get the fullbody feel up. It was probably because Mr. Jenner was with me. Slutty TSA. Always putting on the moves when the spouses aren't around.
( Flight one )
( Flight two and a drive )
Let's see, Today is Thursday... Tuesday it was the rush of doing things that should have been done but had not. The packing was finished, we vaccuumed carpets once again, my family was over and playing with the kids. Mr. Jenner had to return things or drop them off. I stood in awe of the fact that I had gotten a great number of things into four suitcases, a few carry-ons, and the rooms were bare. So bare. The house looked enormous. I was filled with dread. I remember having the same feeling the day we moved into the house and things were empty. "Dear God, what have I done?"
We had burgers and fries from Dick's. My family friend, Kathie and I joked about the best way to end our time in Seattle was to have a bag full of greasy dicks. Delicious dicks. Joke never gets old. Then it was time to go.
Going down the freeway with my family, following with some extra bags.
Oh the airport. Easy peasy checking in. (Note to folk: Iceland Air has a VERY generous baggage allowance for checked bags. We checked four large bags and two car seats)
Then the painful goodbyes. I don't like crying. I don't like crying in public. But I had to do some serious crying in public when saying Goodbye to my Mom and siblings. But especially when saying goodbye to my Mom. As Oprah would say, "ugly crying".
Then it was good bye for real. We waited for years in line for security. The TSA dragged it's feet on opening more than two lines. Oh WHY would one want to do that? Tramping through the line with red eyes. AND what made things all the more classically hilarious and irritating was the fact that despite TSA officials walking up and down the lines and saying, "TAKE off your shoes. TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING SHOES. REMOVE YOUR GOD DAMN LAPTOP FROM YOUR BAG. REMOVE YOUR COCKING FANCY CELLPHONE FROM YOUR POCKET. NO YOU MAY NOT TAKE A GALLON OF WATER THROUGH. TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING SHOES ASSHOLES. Unless you are old or a child, take off your motherfucking shoes. And you there, TAKE OUT YOUR LAPTOP. YES THAT LAPTOP. THAT LAPTOP IN YOUR BAG. TAKE IT OUT. REMOVE IT FROM THE DAMN BAG." People were holding up the line because they would be surprised that they had to take off their shoes, remove the laptops from their bags and place them in a bin, and take out their precious iphones and put them in a bin. My personal favorite was a kid who was sixteen who forgot to take off his shoes. Despite THREE SIGNS with large letters saying, "hey if you are under 12 or over 65, you don't have to take off your shoes." AND the TSA agent begging people to follow the circus. Yes it may be security theater but when you don't do this you hold up the line. Upside is that my bra didn't set up the alarms and I didn't get the fullbody feel up. It was probably because Mr. Jenner was with me. Slutty TSA. Always putting on the moves when the spouses aren't around.
( Flight one )
( Flight two and a drive )
