Aside from the vlog I posted last week that started out as a coconut oil tutorial, but crossed over into talking to your kids about sex and things I’m not good at, I’ve been a little absent lately.
The last six weeks have been such a whirlwind with out of town weddings, conferences, Classroom Mom duties, and birthday parties that I’m lucky I didn’t show up for Bloggy Boot Camp in Charlotte wearing a bridesmaid dress and holding a tray of cookies. Add to that, my husband starting a new job and presto- lots of chaos with very little time for writing.
Another blog worthy detail would be have to be the WWII veteran who was also flying standby to Nashville. I know he was a WWII and Korean War veteran not only because he told me, but also because it was written on his cap.
This precious little man shouted, “Speak English dammit!” and quietly threatened to break the legs of one of the gate attendants when she told us that we wouldn’t be making yet ANOTHER flight home to Nashville. The General then got on his phone and started shouting to someone on the other end about getting clearance to land, and having gout. He then slammed his giant flip phone shut as he exclaimed, “My buddy is going to call me right back. He has a plane and I think he can come and get us.”
Thankfully, we were all on the very next flight out. I was not looking forward to having to tell the General, “While I really appreciate your service I am NOT getting on your friend’s plane.”
In more recent news, I put on my nurse’s cap and worked a shift over the weekend, as I still do from time-to-time. However, this shift lasted seventeen-hours and was unlike any other I’d ever experienced in terms of hellishness. If I had it to do over I think I would rather be water-boarded. It took a couple of days to recover and I have yet to stop whining/bragging about it. I will most likely continue until someone throws me a sweet-17 party and my Mom documents it in my baby book.
If you’ve managed to stay with me through this various and sundry blog post, then congratulations. You probably don’t have adult ADD.
Consider yourselves officially caught up on all things palooza related.
Now, take your dry hair over to my coconut oil vlog and learn how to get pretty. Yes, it’s ten minutes long, but once you get past me opening the jar it really gets captivating.