My alarm went off at 6 this morning and woke me from a kind of interesting dream. Actually, I've had similar dreams before, but not exactly the same...there were a few differences.
To begin with, a majority of the area's population was "trapped" in this one big, walled-in city. The gates were constantly guarded, but (for the most part) no one wanted out anyway. This is where my strange little group comes in. This group consisted of me, my daughter, one of my little bothers (I mean, brothers), my ex, and a few people I didn't really know. For some reason, we were all unhappy in this walled-in slice of "perfect," and we wanted out. We had somehow managed to get in contact with a group on the outside and secretly planned our escape. On the scheduled day, we all started getting ready, but it started to seem whoever was in charge of the city had gotten some hint of an uprising about to start. There were more guards at the gates, random "friends" would stop to talk...and someone took Ryleigh's carseat out of our "get-away" van. I pulled my brother to the side to give him the keys so he could get the van ready to go and asked him what we were going to do. His reply was "Drive. FAST." So he got into the driver's seat and the rest of us started trying to get the rest of our stuff ready to go. All of a sudden, I look around and notice a fairly large group of "friends" headed towards us. All bets were off now. "Let's GO!!!" I shouted, and we all piled into the van. Connor hit the gas before we even got the door all the way, shut and we were off with not much more with us than the clothes on our backs. The guards all scattered as we barreled towards them with no sign of stopping or even slowing down. As we passed through the gates, everyone collectively took a deep breath (except Ryleigh who was just having fun not being strapped in a carseat for once), and I don't think anyone took another breath until the city wall was out of sight.
After that, we slowed down a little and eventually made our way to the "safe house" we were supposed to stay at that night. We all slept in a little room with a bunch of beds scattered around with no real pattern. I chose one of the two double beds for me and Ryleigh, Connor took the twin near my feet (but he didn't want that one, he was mad he didn't get the double), my ex was in another twin on the other side of the room. One couple out of the people I didn't know took the other double, and the other two people took the remaining twin beds. We had all settled down to try to sleep when someone suddenly came into the room. After a few moments of panic, we realized it was our contact from the outside. He gave us a business card and said in the morning we should call this number to find out where we needed to go next. I found it odd enough to note that the address on the business card was in Canada. He just shrugged it off saying that's where the group's headquarters were. Finally, he left reminding us on his way out to get a good night's sleep because it was going to be a long day tomorrow. We all got into our beds and started to doze off. And then...my alarm went off. Grrr...wonder if I'll ever find out what happens next. I'm kind of curious if we ever get where we're going and find someplace to stay.
On a completely unrelated note, it was foggy this morning as I was driving in to work. The fog was really low and patchy, so I'd see individual clouds hanging over different yards and parts of fields and in each ditch. I love that.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
My phone tried to give me a heart attack today
I'm not sure if it's the universe that thinks it's funny to make me panic or just my phone, but here's what happened After a quick trip to Walmart for crappy cheap food to eat at work, I got to work, booted up my laptop, and sat down to get everything set up for another however many hours at the airport. All of of sudden, the message box on Facebook popped up. Zach wanted me to text him because....I don't know, I guess I'm more interesting than I give myself credit for or something like that. I reached into my pocket to grab my phone, so I could tell him that he wrecked my web browser (Chrome locked up really bad pretty much right after that message came through). SHIT! It wasn't there. So I'm wracking my brain trying to remember if I had it still when I came out of Walmart. I thought I might have, but I couldn't remember for sure. I started kind of panicking then thinking, "Oh no, what if it fell out when I pulled my wallet out of my pocket?" But then I was sure I had it in my lap when I was packing some of my newly bought crappy food into my lunch bag and thought there was NO WAY I wouldn't have heard it fall onto the hard floors. So first chance I got, I went out to the car to look for it...only, I couldn't find it. I went back in panicking a little more and called my phone to see if anyone would answer it. Of course, no one did.
I spent another hour (and another flight coming in) trying to figure out what I should do. But then I got thinking about it again, and I KNEW I had the phone in my lap while I was packing up my food...and I was fairly certain I put it back in my pocket. And then it hit me, maybe the damn thing fell somewhere between the seats! I went out to check, and sure enough...there it was! One and a half hours from the time I realized it was missing, I finally found it. I was both proud of myself for finding it and feeling like an idiot because it was in the car THE WHOLE TIME and I didn't find it until the 2nd search. Then again, I am kind of out of it today. I spaced out for about half the trip to Walmart in the first place (and I was the one driving), so I don't know why I'm surprised that I couldn't find my phone that was practically right under my nose. I need to tie my phone to myself when I wear pants/coats with these "slash" pockets...then I wouldn't lose it and I'd know when it slips out. I tie my wallet to myself when I carry it in my pocket because I had a bad habit of losing that damn thing wherever I sat down. I probably should just tie anything that's going into my pocket to me...that would solve a lot of problems.
Random fact I just found out: A cab from this airport to Sturgeon Bay, WI costs about $617. YIKES!
I spent another hour (and another flight coming in) trying to figure out what I should do. But then I got thinking about it again, and I KNEW I had the phone in my lap while I was packing up my food...and I was fairly certain I put it back in my pocket. And then it hit me, maybe the damn thing fell somewhere between the seats! I went out to check, and sure enough...there it was! One and a half hours from the time I realized it was missing, I finally found it. I was both proud of myself for finding it and feeling like an idiot because it was in the car THE WHOLE TIME and I didn't find it until the 2nd search. Then again, I am kind of out of it today. I spaced out for about half the trip to Walmart in the first place (and I was the one driving), so I don't know why I'm surprised that I couldn't find my phone that was practically right under my nose. I need to tie my phone to myself when I wear pants/coats with these "slash" pockets...then I wouldn't lose it and I'd know when it slips out. I tie my wallet to myself when I carry it in my pocket because I had a bad habit of losing that damn thing wherever I sat down. I probably should just tie anything that's going into my pocket to me...that would solve a lot of problems.
Random fact I just found out: A cab from this airport to Sturgeon Bay, WI costs about $617. YIKES!
Monday, September 5, 2011
Proof that I am WAY too easily amused...or maybe just immature...or somewhat insane
1. I have to work really hard not to laugh when people go to the wrong baggage claim and miss their luggage going around (seriously, there's only 2 airlines and 2 baggage claims in the WHOLE airport...it shouldn't be that hard to figure out where your luggage should be).
2. I find a screw laying on the ground and have to fight the urge to offer it to someone by asking them if they "wanna screw?" (I seriously wouldn't do that though because I am terrified of talking to people.) It makes me giggle like a crazy person.
3. The last flight of the day ALWAYS using like a million cabs even if there's not even 10 people on it. This always surprises me anyway. And I laugh like a nervous idiot as I call dispatch to send me another cab, and another cab...and better make it 2-3 more cabs this time...oh, and one more. Wait, add another one to the list. Okay, now we're done. No, wait. One more....make that 2 more. Oh, and I just got luggage to deliver, so you better send another one on top of that. (Then again, at this point, it might just be my "night weirdness" setting in because this usually occurs around or after 11 pm.)
4. I TOTALLY just sent a cab driver out with 4 luggage deliveries going to 3 different hotels and a residence. That is AWESOME! Good thing he was driving a minivan. I came in to finish my paperwork laughing like a maniac. I don't know why I found it so funny though because more deliveries means more money for the driver and having them all in a small area means less driving around to get that money....but it's hilarious anyway.
Is this long enough to be considered a blog post? Probably not, but I think I'm gonna stop now and publish it before I mention that the dents on my bottle of water are HILARIOUS. Because at this point of the night, I'm tired/wired enough to think they are. Thank god I get to go home soon-ish. It's harder to make a fool of myself when the dial-up at grandma's won't cooperate with me even trying to get here to write a post.
2. I find a screw laying on the ground and have to fight the urge to offer it to someone by asking them if they "wanna screw?" (I seriously wouldn't do that though because I am terrified of talking to people.) It makes me giggle like a crazy person.
3. The last flight of the day ALWAYS using like a million cabs even if there's not even 10 people on it. This always surprises me anyway. And I laugh like a nervous idiot as I call dispatch to send me another cab, and another cab...and better make it 2-3 more cabs this time...oh, and one more. Wait, add another one to the list. Okay, now we're done. No, wait. One more....make that 2 more. Oh, and I just got luggage to deliver, so you better send another one on top of that. (Then again, at this point, it might just be my "night weirdness" setting in because this usually occurs around or after 11 pm.)
4. I TOTALLY just sent a cab driver out with 4 luggage deliveries going to 3 different hotels and a residence. That is AWESOME! Good thing he was driving a minivan. I came in to finish my paperwork laughing like a maniac. I don't know why I found it so funny though because more deliveries means more money for the driver and having them all in a small area means less driving around to get that money....but it's hilarious anyway.
Is this long enough to be considered a blog post? Probably not, but I think I'm gonna stop now and publish it before I mention that the dents on my bottle of water are HILARIOUS. Because at this point of the night, I'm tired/wired enough to think they are. Thank god I get to go home soon-ish. It's harder to make a fool of myself when the dial-up at grandma's won't cooperate with me even trying to get here to write a post.
Something?
Alright, I have nothing today. I was up WAY later than I should've been writing up a REALLY long something that I will probably never actually post. So now I'm tired and my daughter's newest toy almost outsmarted me when I was trying to put it together for her and I'm at work.
Oh, and the car I have to drive to work hates me and keeps dying pretty much anytime I have to come to a stop unless I keep one foot on the brake and the other just a little bit on the gas...which I really don't like doing because I KNOW you're only supposed to use one foot alternating between them so you don't hit them both at the same time and end up ramming the car in front of you instead of just stopping (or something like that). Unfortunately, it's the only way to keep the car running when it's stopped or slowing towards a stop. I need a different car. Luckily, I've finally got enough saved up where I can maybe start looking for a car (or a van...I would actually prefer a van, but a used van tends to cost more than a used car).
Okay, I left this one alone hoping maybe I'd have something more to say in a little while. No luck. But here's a crappy picture (of...myself? I guess) that I drew in Paint...because I was bored. Please don't ask me to do it again...Paint is a pain to work with. I think next time, I'll just draw on a piece of paper and scan it or take a picture of the picture.
Oh, and the car I have to drive to work hates me and keeps dying pretty much anytime I have to come to a stop unless I keep one foot on the brake and the other just a little bit on the gas...which I really don't like doing because I KNOW you're only supposed to use one foot alternating between them so you don't hit them both at the same time and end up ramming the car in front of you instead of just stopping (or something like that). Unfortunately, it's the only way to keep the car running when it's stopped or slowing towards a stop. I need a different car. Luckily, I've finally got enough saved up where I can maybe start looking for a car (or a van...I would actually prefer a van, but a used van tends to cost more than a used car).
Okay, I left this one alone hoping maybe I'd have something more to say in a little while. No luck. But here's a crappy picture (of...myself? I guess) that I drew in Paint...because I was bored. Please don't ask me to do it again...Paint is a pain to work with. I think next time, I'll just draw on a piece of paper and scan it or take a picture of the picture.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
I am (slightly) awesome
I was going to write a post about way back when I was pregnant with my daughter because I really should write that awesome/awful time down somewhere so I don't forget it. In fact, I had trouble falling asleep last night thinking to myself "I should post about this and it should be worded this way" and then going through the entire progression of the important points I want to put down at least 3 times and got caught going over a few parts several more times than that. (And this right here is why I shouldn't write stuff in the middle of the night because I "think" too much and things just get weird.)
Anyway, I'm not going to write about that (right now anyway) because I want to say I am awesome and have more running stamina than my close to 9 year old brother even though I sit on my butt most of the day (especially at work). I'm not really sure though if I should look as it as awesome that I can play tag longer than my little brother or really sad that I can actually play tag longer than my little brother. I swear at that age, I could've run around for at least an hour playing tag. By the way, I totally started the game of tag. I took him and my daughter to the playground today and they were both very excited. I was feeling a little self-conscious about just sitting on the swings and watching them walk around (the small group of LARPers or old weapon enthusiasts or what ever they were that just got done and were hanging around by their vehicles chatting didn't help). So I went up to my daughter, tapped her on the shoulder, and said, "You're it!" Except she's 2.5 and doesn't really know anything about tag yet, so she just looked at me like I was crazy. So then I quietly walked up behind my brother, poked him in the shoulder, said "You're it!", and took off running. So we run around a bit dodging trees, me in the lead, him trying to tag me, and Ryleigh trying her hardest to keep up with us. As I'm going around another tree, I look back to see how close my brother is to catching me, and I see him laying on the hill behind the tree, clutching his side, and saying he can't run anymore. At this point, I'm mostly out of breath, but I could still run a little more. So I automatically declared that I won tag. And he didn't care because he couldn't run anymore anyway.
I haven't run that much in YEARS, so I had a little trouble walking back home. I wanted so badly to take a nap right on the sidewalk. But honestly, I feel great now. I want to go back out and play some more tag. Anyone want to go with me? Because my brother won't. He's a sore loser and wants to play his video games...and that's just sad. He's not quite even 9, he should be running around outside. I'll admit I like some video games and computer games myself, but I know when I was his age, I spent more time on my bike and at the playground and playing with the neighbor girl that I was friends with (I was a strange kid though and probably scared that poor girl so many times while I still lived there...like the time I convinced her I was a witch and could make her bike tip over [with her riding it] without even touching it...I'd guess it was more likely she was tipping over because she was fairly new to riding and I was making her nervous, but my little kid mind was sure I was doing it). I wonder what that girl is up to now. I haven't seen her since I stopped visiting my awful father (that would be at least another whole post there if I actually felt like writing about that) when I was about 13, and I didn't see her much before that after mom moved us away from there. I kind of miss having IRL friends that live in the same neighborhood as me.
Anyway, I'm not going to write about that (right now anyway) because I want to say I am awesome and have more running stamina than my close to 9 year old brother even though I sit on my butt most of the day (especially at work). I'm not really sure though if I should look as it as awesome that I can play tag longer than my little brother or really sad that I can actually play tag longer than my little brother. I swear at that age, I could've run around for at least an hour playing tag. By the way, I totally started the game of tag. I took him and my daughter to the playground today and they were both very excited. I was feeling a little self-conscious about just sitting on the swings and watching them walk around (the small group of LARPers or old weapon enthusiasts or what ever they were that just got done and were hanging around by their vehicles chatting didn't help). So I went up to my daughter, tapped her on the shoulder, and said, "You're it!" Except she's 2.5 and doesn't really know anything about tag yet, so she just looked at me like I was crazy. So then I quietly walked up behind my brother, poked him in the shoulder, said "You're it!", and took off running. So we run around a bit dodging trees, me in the lead, him trying to tag me, and Ryleigh trying her hardest to keep up with us. As I'm going around another tree, I look back to see how close my brother is to catching me, and I see him laying on the hill behind the tree, clutching his side, and saying he can't run anymore. At this point, I'm mostly out of breath, but I could still run a little more. So I automatically declared that I won tag. And he didn't care because he couldn't run anymore anyway.
I haven't run that much in YEARS, so I had a little trouble walking back home. I wanted so badly to take a nap right on the sidewalk. But honestly, I feel great now. I want to go back out and play some more tag. Anyone want to go with me? Because my brother won't. He's a sore loser and wants to play his video games...and that's just sad. He's not quite even 9, he should be running around outside. I'll admit I like some video games and computer games myself, but I know when I was his age, I spent more time on my bike and at the playground and playing with the neighbor girl that I was friends with (I was a strange kid though and probably scared that poor girl so many times while I still lived there...like the time I convinced her I was a witch and could make her bike tip over [with her riding it] without even touching it...I'd guess it was more likely she was tipping over because she was fairly new to riding and I was making her nervous, but my little kid mind was sure I was doing it). I wonder what that girl is up to now. I haven't seen her since I stopped visiting my awful father (that would be at least another whole post there if I actually felt like writing about that) when I was about 13, and I didn't see her much before that after mom moved us away from there. I kind of miss having IRL friends that live in the same neighborhood as me.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
I'll admit it, I'm weird
So after a few friends of mine read my first blog post (and my subsequent whining on facebook that I likely would not remember to post regularly...or at all...after about the first week), I got a few suggestions that I just stick to one topic for each post to make it easier on myself. Which really is a great idea...except if I tried to do that most of my posts would be no longer than a tweet or a facebook status. And that just wouldn't be any fun. I guess I'll just stick to random-ish bits of whatever happens to be on my mind when I actually sit down and type...and hope they make some sense together. I have a bad habit of going off on strange tangents sometimes. Like I have started talking about a post from The Bloggess about Beyonce, her giant metal chicken, and ended up talking about how my grandma makes me throw away all my empty boxes I could use to store stuff but usually end up sitting around my room because I don't know what I should store in them (I've got a diaper box currently holding some of my kid's old clothes that she's outgrown and a couple boxes holding the Guavas and Bananas stuff that came in it and another box or two just waiting for me to fill them up...but grandma put all the rest of them in the bonfire). Seriously though, I would like to get a Beyonce of my own to put in my grandma's yard since she keeps getting rid of my boxes.
This blog may have been a bad idea. About the only times I'll be able to update it are the times I should not be writing anything. (When I'm bored at work and when I'm up really late to use the dial-up.) Also...I use parentheses WAY too much. Don't really know why. I always have. One of these times, I may have to post a video blog just for fun...but I hate the way my voice sounds. And I already have too many people that don't think there's any way I could possibly be 24...13 maybe if I'm lucky, but not 24. My younger brothers tease me about it all the time, particularly the ones that are taller than me.
Something tells me that if I actually do remember to post regularly, I'm going to end up regretting that I thought it would be fun to started a blog. I need to go to bed now because for once I'm too tired for the night-time to affect me in the strange way it usually does (but that's kind of expected considering I've had maybe 3-4 hours of sleep in the last 38 hours or so...I actually got more sleep when I was nursing my newborn daughter. Granted, that was kind of broken sleep because she'd wake up roughly every hour or two wanting booby-time...but still, overall, it was more sleep). Man...my job really sucks when it's my turn to work Friday night/all day Saturday.
This blog may have been a bad idea. About the only times I'll be able to update it are the times I should not be writing anything. (When I'm bored at work and when I'm up really late to use the dial-up.) Also...I use parentheses WAY too much. Don't really know why. I always have. One of these times, I may have to post a video blog just for fun...but I hate the way my voice sounds. And I already have too many people that don't think there's any way I could possibly be 24...13 maybe if I'm lucky, but not 24. My younger brothers tease me about it all the time, particularly the ones that are taller than me.
Something tells me that if I actually do remember to post regularly, I'm going to end up regretting that I thought it would be fun to started a blog. I need to go to bed now because for once I'm too tired for the night-time to affect me in the strange way it usually does (but that's kind of expected considering I've had maybe 3-4 hours of sleep in the last 38 hours or so...I actually got more sleep when I was nursing my newborn daughter. Granted, that was kind of broken sleep because she'd wake up roughly every hour or two wanting booby-time...but still, overall, it was more sleep). Man...my job really sucks when it's my turn to work Friday night/all day Saturday.
Probably not a good day to start a blog
A little background on me before I get into why it's not a good day to start a blog: I am a 24 year old, college graduate, single mother stuck working at a $8/hour part-time job at an airport because I don't have enough experience for anyone else to want to hire me (despite numerous applications/resumes I've put in at places more suited to my degree)...and I live with my mom...and my grandparents. This living arrangement is okay sometimes, but most of the time it's difficult...to say the least. Mostly because my grandma and I are both very stubborn people and are constantly butting heads over every little thing. But anyway, that's more or less my life right now.
Now, why is it not a good day to start blogging? I didn't get out of work until after midnight last night, drove half an hour home to find my 2.5 year old daughter still awake and wanting nothing to do with sleeping, couldn't get to sleep myself for at least a couple hours after finally getting her to go to bed, woke up at 6 this morning to get ready for work, and drove a half hour back to work. I don't understand at all why it's usually the person working Friday night that gets to come in for Saturday (which is usually an all day shift because there aren't as many planes coming in on Saturdays). Wouldn't it make more sense for the person who worked Friday morning and had a chance to go home and rest to get Saturday? Or maybe even someone who didn't work Friday at all? Don't get me wrong, I'm not really complaining all that much. Money is money, and I have to be scheduled hours to get money even if they aren't exactly the hours I would choose for myself. Anyway...that kind of went off on a tangent. The main point there is I am really tired today, so (as as already been seen) this post is going to mostly be me whining and complaining. I'm hoping that won't end up being a common trend if I keep blogging on here, but I'm very afraid that might be the case...I'm kind of a whiner.
There are some small positives to this job though. For one, I have access to the airport's free wifi (which used to be completely open until a few months ago when they went crazy blocking stuff...but that's a rant for another post, maybe. They have eased up on the blocking somewhat though now that they're getting it more fine tuned to just the stuff they need blocked). Another is that I (very) occasionally get random money. Like today, one of the cab drivers gave me $5 to watch his cab while he went in to use the toilet...because people aren't allowed to leave vehicles unattended outside the airport doors. The security guards are VERY strict about it, but they do try to at least give the owners warning that they need to either stay with their vehicle or park it in the short term lot before ticketing and/or towing the vehicles. And then there are the interesting, short-tempered, chatty, or just plain crazy people that sometimes come through here. Last night for example, a couple came in on the last flight of the night with no hotel room booked and expecting to book a hotel room and be able to rent a car...at almost midnight. The lady was very nice, kinda ditzy though (remarked to me a few times while calling hotels that she didn't like using her husband's cell phone because she could never figure it out)...and she had a mullet. It looked great from the back, but the front...well, let's just say I wouldn't get a haircut like that myself, but she seemed to like her hair so more power to her. Her husband was a tall, broad-shoulder, balding, kind of cranky man (although arriving just before midnight to no rental car and no hotel room...I guess that's not so surprising). He thought it was crazy that the rental agencies wouldn't be open...at almost midnight. They eventually got things sorted out and I got them a cab to take them to their hotel. Update (before I even get this post published...nice): They came back to rent a car and were very surprised to see me here "still" and still smiling. While I would much rather be sleeping, I might as well at least try to look happy while I'm here.
Oh, just to explain my blog title to anyone who may be wondering. "CCL" is Crazy Cat Lady which is kind of one of the groups I'm part of...except, I don't have a cat. I did have a cat for a little while, but when things went to hell with my (now almost 3 years ex-) bf, I was forced to move back with my mom and she doesn't like cats...and is allergic to them, but mostly she just thinks they're gross. Not really sure where I got my love of cats, most of my family doesn't like them...doesn't like most pets actually, especially not ones in the house. It's very sad. I guess another way the title could be viewed is that because I'm a "CCL without cats," I'm really just a crazy lady...which is sometimes true. A lot of times I don't make much sense to anyone, not even myself.
I suppose I'll wrap this up now, but since it's not even noon yet (and Saturdays tend to be really boring, filled with long gaps between flights), I might be back with more later. We'll see.
Now, why is it not a good day to start blogging? I didn't get out of work until after midnight last night, drove half an hour home to find my 2.5 year old daughter still awake and wanting nothing to do with sleeping, couldn't get to sleep myself for at least a couple hours after finally getting her to go to bed, woke up at 6 this morning to get ready for work, and drove a half hour back to work. I don't understand at all why it's usually the person working Friday night that gets to come in for Saturday (which is usually an all day shift because there aren't as many planes coming in on Saturdays). Wouldn't it make more sense for the person who worked Friday morning and had a chance to go home and rest to get Saturday? Or maybe even someone who didn't work Friday at all? Don't get me wrong, I'm not really complaining all that much. Money is money, and I have to be scheduled hours to get money even if they aren't exactly the hours I would choose for myself. Anyway...that kind of went off on a tangent. The main point there is I am really tired today, so (as as already been seen) this post is going to mostly be me whining and complaining. I'm hoping that won't end up being a common trend if I keep blogging on here, but I'm very afraid that might be the case...I'm kind of a whiner.
There are some small positives to this job though. For one, I have access to the airport's free wifi (which used to be completely open until a few months ago when they went crazy blocking stuff...but that's a rant for another post, maybe. They have eased up on the blocking somewhat though now that they're getting it more fine tuned to just the stuff they need blocked). Another is that I (very) occasionally get random money. Like today, one of the cab drivers gave me $5 to watch his cab while he went in to use the toilet...because people aren't allowed to leave vehicles unattended outside the airport doors. The security guards are VERY strict about it, but they do try to at least give the owners warning that they need to either stay with their vehicle or park it in the short term lot before ticketing and/or towing the vehicles. And then there are the interesting, short-tempered, chatty, or just plain crazy people that sometimes come through here. Last night for example, a couple came in on the last flight of the night with no hotel room booked and expecting to book a hotel room and be able to rent a car...at almost midnight. The lady was very nice, kinda ditzy though (remarked to me a few times while calling hotels that she didn't like using her husband's cell phone because she could never figure it out)...and she had a mullet. It looked great from the back, but the front...well, let's just say I wouldn't get a haircut like that myself, but she seemed to like her hair so more power to her. Her husband was a tall, broad-shoulder, balding, kind of cranky man (although arriving just before midnight to no rental car and no hotel room...I guess that's not so surprising). He thought it was crazy that the rental agencies wouldn't be open...at almost midnight. They eventually got things sorted out and I got them a cab to take them to their hotel. Update (before I even get this post published...nice): They came back to rent a car and were very surprised to see me here "still" and still smiling. While I would much rather be sleeping, I might as well at least try to look happy while I'm here.
Oh, just to explain my blog title to anyone who may be wondering. "CCL" is Crazy Cat Lady which is kind of one of the groups I'm part of...except, I don't have a cat. I did have a cat for a little while, but when things went to hell with my (now almost 3 years ex-) bf, I was forced to move back with my mom and she doesn't like cats...and is allergic to them, but mostly she just thinks they're gross. Not really sure where I got my love of cats, most of my family doesn't like them...doesn't like most pets actually, especially not ones in the house. It's very sad. I guess another way the title could be viewed is that because I'm a "CCL without cats," I'm really just a crazy lady...which is sometimes true. A lot of times I don't make much sense to anyone, not even myself.
I suppose I'll wrap this up now, but since it's not even noon yet (and Saturdays tend to be really boring, filled with long gaps between flights), I might be back with more later. We'll see.
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