Airport Woes and Books To Give Away!
It's 8 a.m.
And I've been up since 6:30.
I am soo ticked! This was one of those weeks where all that gets you through is the knowledge that you can sleep in on Saturday. So obviously there is some law of science or nature that says a Worn Out Body With the Opportunity to Sleep Until Nine Will Wake Up Before Roosters and Howling Neighbor Dogs. (AND it's even raining–PERFECT sleeping weather! AUGHHHHHHHH!)
Anyway, hope you had a good week.
Not only did I have a hard time adjusting to the time change between Hawaii and Arkansas (six hours), but it's like I was not only on Hawaii time this week, but also mentally in their climate. Sunday for Easter (did the church thing on Sat), I put on my capris, my short sleeve shirt, my flip flops. I go directly to my garage, get in car, and drive to my mom's. I get out…and freeze my BUNS OFF!! It was like 40 degrees! So wrong.
So my airport experience was interesting last week. I went with two good friends. Friends who know that I will always bring my pillow (my sister in law calls is my “woobie.” My friends call it my “baby.” They place more significance on it than I do. I call it something to drool on when you have a 6 hour flight.) Also these are friends who know that I don't pack until the last possible second, and I will overpack. I'm also so boastfully proud of my ability to pack a bag right up to 49.5 lbs. Well…I must confess to you that I failed this time. It was 52 pounds. I seriously needed a moment to collect myself after that. How could I have messed up? How could I have let two extra pounds get away from me? Did I even deserve to go to Hawaii? And if they asked for a human sacrifice for their volcano,should I just go ahead and volunteer? So yeah, that really weighed heavily on me.
I would also like to say (and sorry if this offends anyone) that if you travel you need to do everything in your power to avoid the LAX International airport. You think, “Oh, I'm going to Los Angeles. I will see famous people in the airport–they're always there.” NO, not if you're going to the hole known as their International terminal. Not only will you not see famous people, but you will see every day Joes–about five thousand of them–and you will all be headed for the same place–one of their TWO restaurants–a Burger King (wait–I'm gagging just thinking about it. Gimme a second to recover….Okay, I think I'm….nope, still gagging…) and a Chilis Too. (How about a Chilis Too Yucky? A Chilis Too Bad We Ran Out of Everything on the Menu? A Chilis Too Run Down To Take Anything But Cash. GOOD TIMES!!! So we waited an HOUR in line to eat at Booger King (going to my happy place, going to my happy place…). And then we had flight delays, so we went and ate AGAIN at Chilis (wanted to spread the love) and sat at the table for as long as we could stretch it out because there was absolutely NOTHING else to do.
At one point, after reading all the magazines in a store, we got so bored we started sniffing these horrible candles (on PURPOSE!) and it was like:
“Oh, sick. Smell this. This is the worst.”
“No! Try this one. It will make you want to totally yack up your Flame Broiler.”
“Yeah, well, this candle will make your stomach churn, your guts clench, and your head throb.”
“Ew, seriously? Lemme sniff.”
Okay, enough about my trip.
BUT…in case you missed book two, ON THE LOOSE, in the Katie Parker series or in case you want to get some extra copies for early Christmas presents, to hand out to a friend, or to stick in your 2050 time capsule, I'm giving away FIVE copies of ON THE LOOSE. Book III, THE BIG PICTURE, will be out in a matter of weeks (I just got my copy last night!!), and maybe somebody needs a refresher.
So if you'd like to win a FREE copy of ON THE LOOSE, just email me (jen at jennybjones.com) your name and addy, and you'll be thrown in the drawing. Well, not you. Your name.
Okay, so have a great weekend. Can't wait to show you my luau pictures. Ladies, did I find some hot men for you…