My brother said something about how he always thought it could be arrivals or departures one time and I told him he was an idiot. I had to apologize to him a few years later and admit that I get that "AHHHH, which one, which one????" feeling every time I go to the airport. His fault, but still.
I lived in England for 4 years. Your pictures...they bring the weeping. Thanks for making me cry, Sarah Brown.
You said it was ok that we couldn't make it on Saturday, but now I know you were lying what with this check writing thing.
Also, I've had a four years-running urge to do a karaoke duet of "Leather and Lace," but it's never on the damn list. "Stop Dragging My Heart Around" only has so much shelf life.
If I ever feel even an inkling of baby fever I head right over to Target for a healthy dose of "Oh, right. THAT'S why I don't have kids!"
Best birth control ever.
Okay, possibly I just spend a lot of time making flight arrangements for people and going to the airport, but departing flights are leaving the airport and arriving flights are coming to the airport. Where's the double meaning?
Because my brain goes, "Wait, I'M arriving at the airport... but my flight is DEPARTING... unless it's not here yet..." And then I want some cheetos.
Right... and if you're going to pick someone up at the airport they'll be Departing the airport. I'm right there with ya, only with chili-cheese fritos.
And the Phoenix airport doesn't even say arriving flights/departing flights, it just says Arrivals/Departures - even more cryptic.
You need a handy mnemonic to help you remember which one you are. Like: Dicks fuck asses; Anal can hurt. Which obviously represents: Departures fly away; Arrivals come home.
I want teensleuth to write me mnemonics for everything I can't remember.
I'm the new Sylvan Learning Center.
My wife and I are due to have our third in January. You get used to the vomit, bodily functions in general really. Occassionally I have these brief glimmers of what my life was like before having children, getting sleep, having personal time, the peace and quiet. Parenthood can be really hard, and it changes your life, it changes you in soooooo many ways, and there's no going back.
Definitely don't rush into parenthood. When you're ready, you're ready. Enjoy your life as you have it now because once you have kids, you're life will never be the same again.
Not knocking it, though. After having children, so much of life that I used to worry about now seems petty and small compared to the look in my daughter's eyes, the way she says "I love you daddy" and runs into my arms. You learn what's really important to you. The world could crumble around us, but as long as our family is safe and healthy and happy, we'll be just fine.
Well, see, I'm going to have a magical perfect child who never cries or vomits, is born toilet-trained and always sleeps till at least ten, unless I need him or her to be up earlier. So I'm not worried.
Anyhoo, welcome back to the States -- I've missed you lots. Or, as Shannon the Saintly Differently-Abled Girl With The Heart Of Gold would say, "It's ... goood ... to .... see ... you ... Sa ... rah. Want ... to ... share ... a ... package ... of ... Ding-Dongs?"
I do the same thing at the airport... AND with donuts. I put them in the bag and the guy at the counter asks, 'Holes or No Holes?'. I inevitably have to take them out and show him because I think, 'With the holes still there is 'Holes', or is 'No Holes' meaning there's no hole in it? WTF?!?' and I sort of gibber at him. I've stopped buying donuts.
i always wished someone would dedicate a song to me on the radio but noone ever did, to my knowledge. so i just imagine that someone was deeply infatuated with me & did in fact dedicate a song to me & thinks i'm a bitch for never saying anything when really i just never heard it.
Definitely go with the holes. It's the negative space that makes the donut so appealing as they all sit in their little rack, each of them yearning for fullfillment, desperately missing part of themselves, casting jealous glares at the jellies, until finally the despair grows to great and they scream "Pick Me! Pick Me!" hoping somebody will come along, dip them in scalding coffee and end their misery.
Hey, speaking of picking things, did you ever have trouble picking one thing out? Like by picking out a particular donut from the box you were letting all the others down somehow? Like they were dogs at the pound or something? Seriously.
i'm only a year behind you, and i'm practicing my bershon for the pictures. happy fucking birthday.
Happy belated birthday! The pictures take me straight back to our 2001 trip to London, nosepicking and all!
I'd love to have children but I do not have baby fever yet. Me and my main-squeeze are having such a great time right now that we want to wait. When I was 30 I thought "definitely by 35!". Well now I'm 35 and 40 is looking like a pretty good time to have kids. I'm glad I stuck to my guns and rode out the peer pressure. Don't deny it parents - every last one of you tried to get us pregnant!!! I met my dream-man at 33 and want to hang to just relax and live it up before we do this together.
I hate that Elephant Man shit too.
I ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS freak out for a minute when I get to the airport here in Phoenix and don't know which direction to go to...Arrivals or Departures, they BOTH make sense to me! Glad to see I'm not alone. For those of you who don't understand this internal debate I have every time I get to Sky Harbor, stop judging me.
Leather & Lace...only one of the best songs ever. You have good taste in music Miss Brown! (c;