Reasons I don't live in Arizona: It is HOT and everyone here acts like they are 75 years old.
Or is that just me?
Getting here was a pill in itself.
My connecting flight out of San Antonio was delayed. Oh yeah, I know I live in big city Dallas but thanks to a Wright Amendment, I refuse to travel half an hour just to get out of town. It's not so much the drive to the airport that gets me, its the drive back. I don't know about y'all but when I get off a flight I want to be home in 10 minutes flat.
Love Field is 5 minutes from my apartment, so until that law is lifted, I have to connect in other cities. Where was I?
I was stuck in San Antonio International Airport and it was killing me. Why was every vendor and store closed at 8 o'clock, why? Even the anticipated Rosario's--closed. McDonald's--Closed. Mini book store--closed. It was a ghost town and the only citizens were the cleaning crew, the 11 passengers on my flight, and the Southwest counter crew. That's when I had to deplete my cell battery by playing "What Not to Wear" with my camera phone.
San Antonio is a melting pot for this game.
All I have to say is: Red velour track suit. Not the J-Lo kind but the Wal-Mart kind, high waters, and the cheapie sneakers that matched the suit. I don't know what was worse the red and white sneaks or the suit itself. And the woman had VPL.
You know what those are: Visible Panty, oh I just cannot finish saying it!
ACK! My eyes hurt.
I finally made it to Phoenix, 10:00 local time, which is midnight my time.
I was beat but my mom was in true form. Every time I come to visit; she takes me on this ever long tour of what is new in Chandler. Chandler is a fairly new division of town, so everything is new. But my mom has to show me, the 'new' Target, the 'new' Wal-Mart, the 'new' Walgreens and has to tell me how if I remember the last time I was here it was farmland.
She kills me and the way she points them out, its like I never seen a Target before.
I thought that once we got home it would be over, wash face, change clothes, hit the bed--any bed, I didn't care. I was wrong.
The last time I was here, my mother's house was brand new, about a month old. That was sometime ago.
I already got the what was new in Chandler tour, now it was time for what was new in the house tour.
Oh gosh, I'm here until Sunday and seriously I can discover the new on my own, can't I?
She went on and on and had a story for each new item--how she found it, her idea for it, and how it got to be in the spot it is now. Oy. Was there a new bed in the house? Cuz I can listen to that story.
The sleep? ha, not so much because by the time I got to bed, it was 3 o'clock Dallas time.
And I thought I would sleep in...uhm hmm, my mom woke me at 5 AM local time to tell me her BIG idea. A bigger than big grand opening for her new practice and how I am going to help her...in a few hours because I was going to work with her?
Isn't this my vacation and can't I party plan from the couch while watching horrible daytime television?
That's how I have the time to post this. I'm at work while on vacation. In Phoenix. Where it is October but it's hot like it's July and the people act like 75 year olds...sorry if I offend anyone, but seriously what is up with that?