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In an effort to launch something in a very short timeframe, after three months of coding in off hours for stints of a few minutes at a time, I used a framework to get *something* out. This is not code I would use for a client. Ever.
In fact, if you could see my face right now, you'd realize this is a little more than painful.
But, as sometimes has to happen with personal projects, the non-paying personal site takes a backseat to quality and gets dressed in handmedown code. Thanks to VMcore for the free ride here.
Your school bus story reminded me of a similar story of mine that I had almost completely forgotten. One of my first experiences on a bus was for kindergarten, and I grew up in a small enough city in Connecticut that they dropped you off right in front of your house. Well the bus driver drove right by my house on the way home from school, and I just sat quietly, too little and shy to speak up. Until all the other kids were gone, and she asked me where I belonged. I’m sure my mom was concerned as to why her daughter hadn’t made it home from school yet!
I am sending you a psychic hug and making the “there, there” sad-eyed, wrinkly lipped sympathy face. I admire that you can be relaxed enough in an airport to miss a flight by total accident. I am uber-paranoid about missing flights - so much so, that I am unable to read novels that I could potentially get engrossed in nor am I able to ignore any PA system announcement. I must look like a half-asleep kitten that suddenly discovered a bug flying overhead. That’s how hard I listen. It’s ridiculous.
At least your bus driver didn’t force you off the bus at age 5 in a neighborhood ten miles from your home because he “doesn’t do that neighborhood”. Isn’t it strange how history repeats its self if we don’t pay attention. I am glad you made it on another flight!! You know..you are very near my home now. I may come stalk you.
You big silly. I have nightmares about doing things like this.
Once, I thought my plane left at 12:45 from a regional airport, not 12:15. I had a leisurely lunch and walked out of the restaurant to hear them calling MY NAME on the loudspeaker. I was about 30 gates away from where I needed to be…I ran my fat ass about 200 yards before I couldn’t breathe, then snagged a nice man with a cart to drive me.
The doors were shut. And locked. But the nice airplane people let me on and I had to make the Long Walk of Shame down the aisle, with everyone glaring “Dumbass” at me, as I have so often done with other people, wondering “How can anyone be such an idiot?” KARMA!
A friend of mine missed TWO flights on her way home from BlogHer. Seriously. They even announced her name over the loud speaker…which, I’d assume they might have done with you.
She said that had they announced her twitter name, she might have heard them.
Hope you got there okay.
This was such a fun look into your personality! I have never visited your blog before today, and I’m so glad I came! I am perpetually late and often in the wrong place at the right time or vise versa.
It was wonderful meeting you at TypeAmom!!
Suebob, BAH! KARMA FTW. Blergh, I hear ya.
Issa, I did make it. I have zero idea if they said my name. I had headphones on. Which, right, remind me not to do that again next time.
Amber, I didn’t see you sneaking around behind me! Where did you go?! I love me a good stalker if they bring wine.
Frelle, I’m so glad I got to meet you! So fun to have a face to the text!
Kim! My felloW bus nerd! Weren’t we just so young and innocent? Now it’s just called lame. lol
I can top that. Another couple, my hubby & I sat right in our “little” airport & missed our boarding. Finally they called our names to see if we were there. We hopped up & ran down to ground level, ran to the plane, found our seats & just as we were sitting an employee said are you going to Philly? We laughed (going south to Atlanta then Florida) & said “Yea, right” thinking they were teasing us…then we noticed we were the only ones on the plane! We WERE on the wrong plane. Our was sitting next to it. The whole plane not only was waiting for us to board but they watched run to the wrong plane then get off & run to the correct plane. Pretty embarrassing.
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