I’m really glad I didn’t read the news until after my plane landed safely in Vegas today. Apparently a wave of in-flight weirdness is plaguing the U.S. in the wake of the Paris tragedies–flights being diverted and delayed due to strange passenger behavior and bomb threats. No, thank you.
My flight to the National Communication Association annual convention was blessedly un-eventful, save for the gorgeous scenery outside and some uncharacteristic chivalry. Seriously, the gentleman on the aisle retrieved no less than four heavy bags from the overhead bins without being asked. I thought the elderly southern belles on their way home to Texas were going to kidnap this man.
Anyway! Instead of ranting about being sexually harassed on the cab ride to the hotel (seriously, the cabbie suggested I could get a job stripping if I wanted to and pointed out at least five places I could easily make my debut this weekend, including the world’s largest strip club which is nearby), I’d rather reminisce about the day’s beautiful views…
The best laid plans
I just realized how much I miss Google Reader
Christmas tree diet report
A grateful heart: Coffee-n-walks
Slow clap for Canada (and gender equity)
Flashback Friday: Swimming with dolphins
6 things I’m going to do before 2016, dammit
A grateful heart: A grump and a pint-sized bookworm
Why I appreciate Veterans in the classroom
V is for Victory. And Vitamix.
Je suis Paris
A grateful heart: Paella and friends
Embracing “old lady” shoes. Maybe.
Controlling the teacher rage. Barely.