One of my favorite little people. We are watching cartoons.
How does one run across the Bob Hope Airport Terminals without shoes…?
Sad to say but my Amtrak train was 1 hour late! Oh boy. I pretty much stayed calm, the whole train ride till we got to the Van Nuys station, which is 1 stop before Burbank. It was 10 minutes after 9pm and my flight leaves at 9:30pm. What!!!
I felt myself starting to get inpatient. I kept thinking of the fruits of the Spirit in Galatians. The scripture was helping but… let’s be honest, I am a ways away from being perfect. So, my thought process and conclusion was don’t get upset, it won’t change anything. Jesus cares how you react, if I missed my flight I could always get another one or… whatever the Lord would have for me, but once theses doors open, game on.
I started mapping out my game plan in my head. I took my hat and belt off, strategically placed my liquids where I could pull them out quickly, boarding pass and id in left zip pocket, laptop… check, camera…check. Ok!
My train rolled up to the burbank station at 9:17pm. Really! I was waiting by the doors in my sprinting stance. The train doors opened and I was off! Running running, running! Across the parking lot, stop light, across the street looking both ways, past the rental car lots, running by people, passing skycaps, running in the airport doors, trying to catch my breath at the southwest counter, can’t talk, hold the flight, I’m already checked in, the lady telling me to run, yes ma’am! Security, boarding pass, id, bag, jacket, laptop, camera, liquids, boots, Bam! Through the metal detector, compiling all my stuff, TSA saying run! Don’t put your shoes on, gate A4! Happy Holidays! Me yelling Praise Jesus! Ahhhhhhhh! All the TSA agents were watching the blond girl go crazy because there was nothing else to do. Bag, suitcase, jacket, shoes in hand, running past 4 terminals in my socks as a southwest employee yells Cassandra from the gate? Yeah! The intercom is calling Cassandra Koval please go to gate A4 your flight is leaving. I know!!! All this time people are telling me to be on time next time. Really! My train was an hour late! I made it. They took my bag as I was putting on my boots and pulling out my boarding pass. I still can’t talk because I am so out of breath. Hurried up the stairs to board the plane. Coughing and sweating like crazy. Attractive I know. A guy on the flight said, “Whoa she’s been running.”
I sat in my seat with no time to spare. I was so out of breath, coughing I almost threw up. Yummy!
But! I made it. Crazy Vegas, let the games begin.
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Trying to do some work and I got intercepted by Judah! :)
My keys smell like ham… why you ask!?!?!
Oh man… Last night after work I drove all the way down to Ventura to pick up a delicious 9.6lb Honelybaked Ham for Thanksgiving.
This morning, I got up, got ready for work, needing to leave my house and… where are my keys…?????!!!!!????? Okay… They aren’t in my purse, they aren’t on the key hanger, not on the floor, not in my jacket or pockets… not in the laundry… I checked all my bags from last night, looked in the fridge where I put away the groceries… did I put them in the freezer? Hmmmmmmmmm. I was praying, looking, cleaning you name it trying to find my keys. 4 1/2 hours of searching for keys can get a little mind boggling. Thinking… did I leave them in the door, did someone take them, is my car still here, I obviously am not going to work today.
As I continued to search for my keys I could feel my emotions turn for the worse. Then I remembered, God cares about our reaction in tuff situations. I took a deep breath and kept on looking and cleaning, thinking there is a reason for everything.
I decided to take a break and eat something. As I sat on my couch eating a bowl of cereal, I was getting told to go check the ham bag in the fridge. Ok, I already check the ham bag but at this point what do I have to loose. This time I untied, UNTIED the ham bag and picked up the ham out of the bag and there I saw my beautiful shiny keys waiting for me to rescue them from pig butt and its juices. At this point I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or scream. 4 1/2 hours! Honesty!!!
I washed my keys off and they still smell like ham. :(
