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Day in the life…

4:15am- Alarm goes off and though I immediately pop up out of bed, I say a  cuss word in my head just to let the universe know that I’m not happy about getting up at this wack a** hour.

5:45- Get to the airport and I’m greeted by not 1, not 2, but 3 rude airport employees.  Siiiiigh.  Let’s refer back to my “Such a F**kin’ Lady” blog.  It’s not cute, people.  Really.  I’m asked where I’m flying by one employee.  I respond Indianapolis.  She says “Are you going through Charlotte?”  I think to myself- Is this like a set-up question?  So I say no…far as I know, it’s a straight thru flight since my itinerary says I’d be in Indy in less than 2 hours.  So she pulls out her lil flight sheet and inspects it stating there are no straight  flights to Indy.  That there are NEVER any nonstop flights from Philly to Indy….they ALWAYS go through Charlotte.  Bop, why did we even go thru that conversation!?!?  You work at the airport…you know the schedules.  I don’t.  Boooooo!  (Sidebar: my flight WAS, in fact, non-stop).

6:20- I’m sitting at the gate wasting time until we board the plane and watch a man eat a salad (yes, it IS 6:20am!) with an open and juicy mouth.  Gaaaag….I almost lose the bagel that I just finished eating.  And he was so committed to this salad.  Staring it down like it was a naked woman.  Eating it with a fork and his fingers.  Picking up the lettuce that fell on the floor and stuffing it in his mouth.  Only pass I could give him is that he was trying to be healthy, which was cool ‘cause he had a big booty for a dude.  He could’ve been eating  a big frosted cheesy Danish or something.  Still….

6:35- I’m jamming to my new songs on my ipod and happen to look at the clock on the wall.  My flight is supposed to be leaving at 6:45, and though I can’t hear anything that’s going on around me, I notice no one at my gate has stood up or got into line to board the plane.  I go to the desk and ask, “Is the flight to Indianapolis still on time?”  The dude smiles and says yes, and I walk to the window.  No plane at the end of the walkway at my gate.  No lines.  I go back to the desk again and say, “Is this the gate I should be at for Indy?”  Another lady responds, “No, it was changed to gate blah-blah.”  By this time it’s 6:40!  I walk down to the correct gate (though clearly  printed on my boarding pass is the incorrect gate) and they’re literally closing the doors.  I BARELY make my flight!  Damn you, you fly a** songs for stealing my attention (lol).  Orrrr, God could’ve been scolding me for laughing at that man’s big butt

8:45- In the car with my uncle, my grandmother and my niece and nephew heading home to quickly get ready for the funeral.  It never ceases to amaze me that Indiana always looks the same.  My niece, however, does not look the same.  She’s up to my shoulders and she’s only about to be 8 years old!  Craziness.

1pm- Seeing my mom cry over her mother’s casket is killing me.  Though I’m happy I could make it to support, I’m wishing I could be anywhere else.  I start thinking about my grandfather’s funeral.  I’m feeling very, very bad….but strangely happy and grateful that I’m around a bunch of people I haven’t seen in a long time.  It was almost like having my childhood years play over again.  My mom’s old friends were there.  People from my old church.  Family members I hadn’t seen since I was in elementary school.  Me, my dad, grandmother and niece and nephew scramble to find a seat in the packed church.  Dang…..Grandma V must’ve really been loved by alot of people.

5pm- I’d gotten a semi-random call from an old “friend” and we decide to go see a movie.  Coincidence that he just happened to call when I landed?   Not sure, but I take it as a sign (lol).

9pm- The sign proved to be non-life-altering.  He’s was, and still is, simply my homeboy who I’ll probably always link with until I’m married (lol).  That good ole’ comfort thing, I guess.  He takes me home and I watch cartoons with the kids.

11pm- Hit those sheets and think, even though I love seeing and being with my family,  it’ll sure be great to get back to the A =)

Next day…MY DAMN TRUCK DIED!!!  Booooooo!  Anyone wanna sell a car cheap?