much to my disappointment. Traveling with the MIL was rough to say the least. Stupid me booking a flight out of Louisville when they are Code Red because of Derby Weekend (OMG)it is just awful when the handicapped are treated like major security threats because they are in a wheelchair or wearing a cast... (although I do understand the necessity). Also a huge :-P to the ignorant persons working a Louisville Airport for not listening when I explained I was traveling with a handicapped passenger in a car with a handicapped tag and telling me I could park right next to the airport doors and not out in no man's land where the shuttle never shows up, (isn't wheelchair accessible anyway as we found out going back)and who can't understand when I say someone can't walk, that means they can't get on a plane that isn't wheelchair accessible without assistance! Good grief...

On the flip side, it was wonderful to be with my family, excellent that I got to see a myriad of cousins that I don't normally, phenomenal that my cancer battling SIL is doing better and beyond compare that I got to see all but 3 of my nieces and nephews this trip. I will post some pix later. I had a wonderful girls night out with my 7 yo niece and I never knew there was so much pink in the world...or at least at Michaels. And a spent some quality time with my head in the engine of a '66 Chevelle that can kick the ass of anything on the road. Not sure about that Sonoma truck though, just not my choice to play with... LOL

It is always very hard to come back to this. Well the washer has beeped so I'd better go dump everything in the dryer so I can go to work. Talk about depressing. I do believe it is time to seriously job hunt. That job is sucking the life out of me.