She works hard for the money...until she misses her plane...

**DISCLOSURE**

If you work for an airline, especially as a ticket agent, don't read...even if you don't and feel like telling me I am wrong, go find another blog. I don't want your opinion, my blog, my story.

**END OF DISCLOSURE**

Yep, it happened...not the first time...nor the last I am sure. Seriously, I work until the absolute last minute when I am traveling and then rush from DC area to the Baltimore airport, gas up & get rid of the mental rental, check in (at the airport mind you) and have said boarding pass in hand...and then...................wait.........................and.....................WAIT.

Yep, I waited until another ticket agent came over to put the luggage tag on my bag and guess what?

"I'm sorry Ms Gadient we can't check your bag as it is beyond the cutoff, we'll need to book you on the next flight." SHIT

Look at watch...I'm sorry...I missed it by maybe 4 minutes you say? Should I remind you I have been standing here for at least 5 or more minutes watching dipshit type on his computer, probably ordering another ascot for his costume, I mean uniform.

"Let's see we can get you on the...7PM flight"

Oh sure no problem, I mean it's 2PM, what's another 5 FREAKING HOURS in the airport.

"You know there is a long line at security so you probably wouldn't make it anyway."

You're probably right, I mean I did just get demoted to Silver status which is about as being privileged as getting to use the 10 item lane at Walmart with *gasp* 13 items. Whatever. Irritated. Moving on.

I get through security in about 2 seconds...a breeze, especially for this ridonc airport...get to my "original" gate and they have just started to board.

Well isn't this just fan-freaking-tastic. So I go up to the gate agent...

"Can I get on this flight, the lady at the baggage counter thought I wouldn't make it but here I am"

"Oh, sorry, no...she already tagged your bag"

Um, how about I could give a shiz about my bag, lose it, I don't care...I just want to go home now, not in 5 LONG ASS HOURS!

"Ok, thank you"

*End Scene*

So here I am at the restaurant...bar (who am I kidding)...working...AGAIN, but at least with some vino in hand. Most of the time traveling doesn't bother me (hell I would even hug a TSA) but today not so much and yes there may be a teeny tiny part that was my fault, but we're not talking about that because it's my blog damn it!

Bottoms Up ~



Ps. How awesome...2 posts in a week? Holla!!!

Pss. Don't mind the time stamp, it's wrong...I have no idea what time zone my blog resides in.

Hey...I'm here...

Wow...holy shiz...it's been over a year since I have blogged. Wait...that sort of sounds like confession but I'm Lutheran. At any rate, I'm here, alive and ready to get the party started.

Welcome to 2012 People!!!

As I logged in I noticed that people actually still log in to see what happens...how CRAZY is that??? Me...Vinomommy...Crazy??! I mean really my main point of this blog is to spew nonsense...so without further adeiu lets roll...

Last week I had a little epiphany if you will about how fortunate I am. Of course my said epiphany was over wine, but lets not be too quick to judge. :)

Now please don't confuse fortunate with perfect, cause lord knows that is more than stretch! But I became a little overwhelmed with how fortunate I am in life. Somehow in my lifespan I have managed the following:

Born to 2 rockstar parents (yes I said rockstar because when your Mom & Dad are 19 when they get married, have a baby and manage to stay together HAPPILY...well you know with a couple of hiccups here and there...for 34 years...well that my friends equals rockstar status)

Met, fell in love & married the love of my life...who can be a snarky pain in the ass, but is hawt, beyond loving, is an exceptional father...and oh yeah still makes me swoon when he walks in the room...no lie...

Had 2 adorable, sweet-as-pie, brilliant boys who are as different as night & day and remind me constantly how lucky I am to be a Mom. They show me everyday what unconditional love really is and remind to have fun as much as possible...

Grew up with almost all my all my Grandparents & several of my Great Grandparents...to this day I still have 2 Great Grandmas (I know WTF...I want their youth serum too!) but more than that I have my one Grandma whose name doesn't even need to be spoken because if you really know me, you know who she is...and well with out her...I can't even imagine...

I have a best friend, like the kind you tell everything...I have no secrets with her, I can tell her exactly how I feel...even if it's about her & how we may not agree. But the best part is she listens, she loves and more than anything she is always there...

I have friends...lots of them (no I am not gloating)...I have friends I met at 12 and you know what? We are still all friends...it's crazy sometimes when we get together and realize how much we have been through and the stages we have watched each other transition through over the last 22 years (WOW!!!). And regardless of the weeks/months/years since it has been since we were together we pick up right where we left off...

Other friends I have met in College & became friends for life after bonding over midterms, 21st birthdays, marriage & babies...they saw a different part of me & stayed (yeah I know...they were desperate)...again regardless of time spent apart we are always there for each other to reminisce, support each other when times get tough & celebrate all the good that comes in between...

Cousins...I have lots...being an only child is different and I was fortunate to have cousins that have been like siblings...or as we say, should have been siblings (you know who you are)...but really how many 33 year olds still hang out with their cousins, stand up for them in their weddings, etc...not only are we friends, but family too...

Last but surely not least is the family I became part of the day I fell for that ridiculously handsome man I call my husband...as I said I am an only child and it is true you do tend to pine for what you don't have (aka siblings...) and when I married Mr Man I not only got a husband but a big ol' family to go with him. I hit the jackpot...I am SO LUCKY to be married into a family that I love to hang out with, party with, commiserate and everything in between...they too make this wild ride of life that much more fun...

So as you can see I could go on forever about how fortunate I am, because really, I am.

I am thankful every day that my parents decided to be a little reckless, fall in love, provide me with a home that was constant, let me make mistakes, sent me off to College, let me go when I met a guy who stole my heart, embraced his family & became friends, & supported us to where we are today. It surely hasn't always been an easy journey, but one I wouldn't have ever wanted to miss, and that my friends is just another reason why I consider myself fortunate...

A little add on to this post...I would also like to give shout out to all my OTHER friends and you know who you are...the coworkers, ex coworkers (who became friends which makes it that much sweeter), Twitter friends (yes people think we are crazy, but we know the truth), the CREEPS (aka LLF friends near & far) and everyone else who I truly do count as a friend. You all contribute to how fortunate I am and I am so lucky to call you friends!!!