We've returned from my 3rd trip north of Texas...
I got to spend some quality time and have some funny conversations with Jenni and Carla, the shower was so nice and Jeff and I are almost set to start our new home due to the generosity of Southern Minnesota, I broke my shopping fast (big time) at the H&M store in the mall of America, and the kids were extra cute this time.

Jeff and I arrived to the airport at 2:00 for our 3:22 flight, only to find that it has been overbooked and the airline is offering vouchers for volunteers to take a later flight. Jeff and I deliberated just long enough to see the next flight become full... so to get our $600 flight vouchers, we were switched to a different airline to leave at 4:00 from concourse E. As it was already 3:15... we trekked over to the tram system and then to concourse E with our heavy. post shopping extravanza bags in hand. We hike up and down the concourse, but Midwest airline is nowhere to be found. Jeff leaves me sitting with the bags to go ask for help. He comes running back a few minutes later saying we need to run. Long story short... we needed to be in a different terminal. (which is Minnesotan for a different airport apparently) After a 10 dollar cab ride kept a 10 dollar tip, we were met by an unhelpful desk clerk, whose teeth seemed to be all fighting each other for the front position, running away from the desk to leave us waiting for 10 minutes at 3:45 for our 4:00 flight. Another 20 cab ride back... we were both all set to lay into someone to get fully compensated for our trouble. However, as soon as the Northwest guy said "2 tickets in first class for the 7:12 flight to Dallas," Jeff and I were both trying our hardest not to look at each other and say "first class... YES!!" No "laying into anyone" ever occurred.

Let me just say... that is the only way to fly. You get like 4 drink runs, all the leg room one could want, very little flight noise, big comfy chairs, and a meal. Jeff and I had both eaten McDonald's just before... but still ate our first class meal anyway. I was very tired... but didn't sleep for missing any of my first class experience. It was all worth it.

Well... Spring Break has officially begun. I woke at the late hour of 6:53... what a vacation! Now I am just sitting awaiting my 10:00 haircut appointment. What is it about going to get your hair done that makes you feel like you need to look your best? Maybe its just me, but I feel that when you go in looking like a slug... no one's going to be in a bind to do their best work on you. Almost like... 'anything will be an improvement with this girl'. So... as I am again taking advantage of the beauty school discount haircuts... I will be fully made up. I can't have them doing anything BUT their best... as it will still be a mediocre haircut. Although, it never fails that however hard you try... you feel like Demi Moore going in and feel like Dudley Moore inside. Maybe its the lighting making you like 2-face girl on Seinfeld, maybe its the overspray from the washtub wrecking your make-up, maybe its the overload of overly tanned, overly whitened, overly blonde hair dressers in your vision... who knows... but its inevitable.

Last night, I had a brilliant idea... to buy to 2 tickets for Jeff and me to go to the Austin RODEO! I knew it had to be an inspired idea, because Jeff's never been to a real live rodeo and the musical guest for the night was Jeff's favorite artist-of-the-moment... ASHLEE SIMPSON! So... I hastily ordered the non-refundable tickets only to find that Monday was the ONE night that the rodeo would not take place. It was a whole Ashlee Simpson concert instead! I felt like such a bonehead as I called the box office and begged for the money back. Fortunately, I was on the line with a rule-breaker... who gave me the refund even thought they "weren't supposed to do that." I wanted to tell him that they shouldn't be false advertising a rodeo just to try to sell Ashlee Simpson concert tickets then.
Maybe we'll go tonight... maybe not.

As this is the second time this week that Jeff has left me sitting alone in my roach-infested apartment, I find myself with nothing to do. Nothing, that is, except to shop online and jump at every slight motion in roach- paranoia... only to find it was caused by the ceiling fan. After smashing one on my face and one on my leg... I've come to the conclusion that they just want to be around ME! I've cleaned my apartment, the lights are always on, and they scurry toward instead of away from me. They really are like my special pets. I'll write in code (for I fear that they might be reading over my shoulder and will be slightly offended)... but I've put in a call to management to have them "taken care of."

Last weekend, the whole bunch of us went to Marble Falls to for the weekend. My parents needed help painting the entertainment center. I let Jeff take care of that while I ordered the paper and ribbon for the wedding invitations and talked with a florist (of sorts.) I was slightly concerned that our style visions may differ when I saw her in a bedazzled shirt and cap... but charging only 10% of the wholesale cost spoke louder to me.

I also got to experience the real life woes of pregnancy. My dream of being a happy, glowy, citizens of humanity maternity jeans wearing, cute little pregnant lady may have been dashed. Suzanne's fits of uncontrollable emotion did not seem pleasant to go through... not to mention having to run to the sink and throw up an entire lunch purchased only and specifically for her and her cravings. It was quite entertaining to watch my mom "ooh and aww...poor baby" and jump at even a mention of wanting something... while my dad, on the other hand, can be quoted as saying, "what? you think your the first person to ever be pregnant?" and "Indians used to squat by tree, have a baby, then run to catch back up the group." Needless to say, Suzanne didn't feel quite enough sympathy coming from him... but it made it entertaining for the rest of us.

So I've now written a novela. All 2 of my readers may want to break this up into sections... the date of my next post is likely to be several weeks from now.