Fly me away............

Some of you may know I hate flying. It's not just the actual being up in the air, it's all the crap that goes along with it. Be there 90 minutes ahead, wait in lines, show driver's license, wait in another line, show driver's license again,  strip down, re-dress, hang onto bags, wait some more, and some more. Argue with crew about whether carry-on is too big. Stress out over whether all liquids are under 3.4 oz., feel like a sardine, take off, clear skies, bumpy ride (wtf?), land, wait to get out of sardine can, wait for golf bag that's been checked, wait for husband to get rental car, wait for him to locate checked golf bag that's been sent to the counter since husband was getting rental car and waited too long to get checked golf bag, get ride to rental car, tip driver with only cash you have, smoke because you can't in rental car, drive to destination, enjoy week of vacation at destination, pack up, only not all you want to pack since the baggage police will surely not let you carry on that same bag filled with shells and driftwood along with dirty clothes,  and do it all in reverse and again. Wait for husband to locate lost sunglasses left on plane. Wait for crew to return said glasses. Smoke, because you can't in daughter's car and because you haven't had a cig since you arrived at the airport an hour and a half before your two hour + flight. Unpack, discover broken driftwood, do laundry, do laundry, do laundry.  Ugh.
And now...I present to you my arguments for driving to your destination: 

Pack what you want. Take full sized containers of all sorts of creams, gels, and liquids. Take one bag just for shoes. Take another bag with plenty of clothes so that you don't run out and have to do laundry to have clothes to come home in. Leave when you want, stop when you want-as often as you want. Actually use a bathroom that's bigger than a casket, get out, stretch your legs, if you're law abiding, you don't ever have to show your driver's license, drive til you're tired, spend the night in some place you've never been, arrive excited instead of beat down from dealing with airlines, pick up treasures on the beach, have them arrive home in one piece, make your own schedule, not have to deal with rental car, sight see along the way, drive like hell to get home so you can start your daily routine all over again in...oh...about 7 hours!!

Long time....no bloggy

What can I say? I've been living, working, sleeping, vacationing, eating, drinking and flying since I last posted. I have some fun stories, but I'm too effin' tired tonight after making chili for a cook-off tomorrow, picking up a freezer full of cookie dough from the grand girls, conjuring up a costume for tomorrow and catching up on a popular social networking site. Good night for now, my three followers. I'll have some good stuff for y'all this weekend (with pics).