Is this Normal?

Obnoxious things about flying (Other than TSA, because I'm not looking to write a book, y'all) When you step inside an airport, normal, everyday, good people become psycho zombies. Suddenly people are serious, busy (even when waiting hours for a flight), stressed, and very, very important. This isn't Air Force One, folks. Join the Que: Lines Everything must be done in a line. Are you in the right line? Did you move up in the line the socially acceptable distance - not too close though, we all need personal space. You won't get your Starbucks unless you stay in the line. Get in line! No not the standby line. You boarded with group B?!!! Your boarding pass clearly states Group C!!!! Now you have to be re-ticketed. Can I see you ID for the eleventh time? If you have survived going through security you're most likely going to get on the airplane. Just relax. The unwritten rules of flying You may not smile or give any indication of having a good time....

This is less than a survival guide and more of a collection of stories about my dear engineer husband Wayne. If anyone ever sees the real survival guide, buy me a copy. This winter we got quite a bit of snow, and after one large snowstorm, Wayne was out shoveling snow. We noticed that our neighbor was trying to get out; making a few attempts in the car, then shoveling and repeating. After a bit I looked out the window to see Wayne had gone over to help her! I was so impressed with him. So kind and heroic. Later I told him how impressed I was. He sighed, and told me the sequence of events. Wayne: "Need some help?" Neighbor: "Well, I know I can get out. My dad was a tow-truck driver so I know how to do this." Neighbor revs engine and the wheels start spinning on ice. She pushes even harder on the gas, but, alas, it still spins! Wayne: "I think you need to just slowly get started and keep your momentum going." Neighbor: "Yeah, I jus...

Early this morning, after an exceptionally impressive diaper explosion, I put the sheets into the washing machine. Later when I went to switch the sheets to the dryer, I found some of that gel goo that is inside of disposable diapers. At first I thought that the force of the explosion had propelled some of the gel (or let's just be honest, an extra organ) out onto the sheets. But as I kept picking out more and more of it, I realized I had accidentally thrown a disposable diaper in the wash with the sheets. I had no memory of doing this, but then again I don't remember much in my sleep deprived haze.  I must have considered changing Little P's diaper in the wee hours during one of her let's-get-up-at-midnight-and-play episodes, but never got around to it. Anyway, I pulled the sheets, diaper, and lots of little gel fluffs out of the washer. Which made me wonder what that fluff is. After Googling, it is sodium polyacrylate, a chemical found in most disposab...

When I was a kid........ Growing up as country bumkins, my brothers and I had a quite a few things in the world waiting for us to discover. One of them was the fact that many interstates have more than 2 lanes. One year we took a road trip to Denver, six hours away. We were flabbergasted when the interstate turned into 3, 4, and 5 lanes! And all the cars! There is one behind us AND one in front of us! Hey, let's wave at them! Wait, better yet, let's make faces out the back window! Wow, so much fun. At one point, I remember we decided to act like we had never seen cars, buildings, and signs before. I don't think we had to act much. Well, low and behold, when I graduated from high school, I moved to the big metropolis of Rapid City, South Dakota. I have never really loved driving, and to add to my lack of confidence,  merging, stoplights, and one way streets (don't ask...) were all new to me. My greatest fear was having to take the interstate. Which meant I...

A little insight to my thoughts last night while feeding Little P at 12:30am. Usually I either don't remember or quickly forget my dreams. However, last night I made a point of remembering the dream I was dreaming when I got up to feed Little P. I am neither an expert or dream fanatic, only stupefied as to how bizarre dreams usually are. So, in my dream I was on the ranch I grew up on, out in the corrals. There were horses in one of the pens, but one of them had gotten out through a hole in the fence. (OK, pretty normal. What is weird is the horses that were there were ones that we owned when I was about 10, and could not possibly still be alive. Weird how my brain put those particular horses there.) Then, this guy is there with a pickup and trailer. On his trailer is an airplane. (odd, who drives around towing an airplane?) He gets into his plane, apparently to find the horse that got out, and attempts to take off. After failing, he ditches the plane. Then...

This post has nothing to do with me, Wayne, Little P, or anything remotely related to us. But I did f ind this artic le very interesting. http://ca.news.yahoo.com/another-foot-washes-ashore-vancouver-continuing-eerie-trend-021754311.html "...the latest in roughly dozen such cases since 2007" "Police so far have no theories about how or why the foot ended up in the water" "In previous cases, police have said it appeared the feet separated from bodies naturally in the water and foul play wasn't suspected"  Let me get this straight.  1)No one knows why the feet were found in the water.  2)This has happened about 12 times in the last 4 years.  3)Human feet 'naturally' separate from their owner's body in water. Interesting fact.  4)Foul play is not suspected. Hmm, so another day, another foot in Vancouver. A human foot is bobbing along the shore and it's normal? I have to assume then that there is ...