2006 Florida Style

Greetings my wee ones. Happy 2006 to all!

I am coming to you via satellite (or wireless internet) from Myfamilyfest 2006 in Clearwater Beach, Florida. The whole Rachel's family is here and I'm not sure if this tiny little peninsula can handle it.

As always, it was an adventure for me to even get here on time. Like usual, my alarm clock decided to futz out on me the one morning I have an early-morning flight so, I woke up 15 minutes after I was supposed to be gone. And that time was already only allowing myself less then an hour to check in. But I love my sleep - apparently, more then I should have last night. But with some peddle to the medal and batting of the eyelashes I managed to make it to the gate right at final boarding call. Nice.

To make things even better, when I got to my seat I saw that Hulk Hogan was directly behind me. Yes. Hulk Hogan. Under normal circumstances, I would think that was kind of funny. But I was 1.) Without coffee 2.) Sweating profusely from being "that" person hauling ass through the airport with bags flying and 3.) There is already limited leg room on a plane. Now there was no way in h-e-double-hockey-sticks that I was going to able to recline. (PS: Swearing less was one of my resolutions for the new year.) And, obviously, whomever engineered airplane seats had a cardboard box for a spine, because the natural posture of the seats is obnoxiously upright for a human being. I suppose they just want us to be really straight up when we crash.

With the help of 3 bloody marys and the in-seat entertainment, I was able to deal with the lack of recline ability for more then half of the journey.

But then it began. The kicking. And let's remember. This isn't just any kicking. This is the Hulk Hogan's kicking. GOOD TIMES. Under normal circumstances, I would turn around and give "the look" (you've seen it before during seat kicking at any public event or plane ride), but I had more sense then to ever, ever give Hulk Hogan "the look" (and that was probably wise as his wife could most definitely kick my a-s-s thrice over).

When I arrived in Tampa, my driver picked me up inside the terminal and we kept our fingers crossed together that my luggage came with me. When the luggage lottery came up with my number, we popped into the sleek Florida SUV and off we went. After driving into two wrong developments, we finally figured out the correct complex and I was met by the smiling, slightly tipsy beautiful faces of my family.

And to add the cherry to the sundae, my buckeyes kicked the snot out of the Fighting Irish.

All is good in the world.

Tomorrow's entry might have a few misspellings and probably won't make any sense. But, hey, I'm on vacation and you punks are lucky for me to remember you. ;)

So, ta ta for now.

Kisses!