Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Bloggin' in the Airport

First things first, I would like to very vigorously and enthusiastically high-five whoever is responsible for bringing about free internet in the airport. One time, I was sitting at the airport and my flight got delayed by 3 hours. I only had my laptop with me and I was bored out of my mind, so I payed $9 to get on the internet. It made me very angry. But now it is free at the airports I've been to, and I am delighted. I am currently enjoying my very favorite traveling tradition, which is called TCBY White Chocolate Mousse soft-serve with strawberries. I don't even care that it costs 6 dollars and I eat it in 30 seconds. It is tradition and I love it. I don't know that I have ever consumed TCBY outside of an airport, and I don't plan on starting anytime soon. It would ruin my lovely little traveling ritual.

I had a dream a few nights ago that I brought my brand new baby to church. Except, instead of a baby, I had swaddled a honey baked ham. Everyone kept pointing out that my baby was in fact a ham, which made me very defensive and hostile. This is disturbing on several levels, not the least of which would be that I really do not particularly care for ham.

I graduate from college on Friday. I very excited about finally earning that very expensive and ultimately not extremely useful piece of paper. If I could go back in time and visit my college-freshman-self, I would tell myself to get a degree that someone might actually pay you to have. My degree really doesn't boast any marketable skills. I think it really just tells future employers, "I am smart, but not especially useful, and I tend to exercise poor decision making skills." But it's okay. I am rather enjoying my stint as a stay-at-home-Amy. I am not ready to have kids yet, but working sounds totally lame, and hey, someone's gotta keep the couch warm.

I am mostly kidding. As soon as I return from this graduation sensation, I am going to go about pursuing employment. This morning, I went to apply for a job on base that I am actually qualified for, and it had already been filled. It was only posted for 24 hours! Bummer, dude. But I'm over it, because that job would have required me to wear khakis every day of the week and we all know how I feel about khakis. Vienna sausage legs. No good, folks. And then, I would spiral into depression about looking like a frumpy polygamist all of the time, which would bring about binge eating and antidepressants, which would eat up my entire pay check, so really, it's for the best.

And now I am going to abandon this rambling blog post to resume my other favorite traveling past time: People watching. On my flight this morning, I listening to an old man tell his 350 year old wife that we were about to land in Denver, to which she replied, "Why are we going to Omaha??" This prompted him to tell her again that we would land in Denver in 10 minutes, which she answered with, "Who do we know in Omaha???" This continued for a good 15 minutes. It was delightful.


  1. You are funny. Enjoy yourself out there! :) And eat @ J-dawgs!

  2. Amy, I love you! And I'm sad I won't see you when you're in Denver/Provo. Have a blast at graduation! Congrats!