Home again, Home again, jiggelong jay.......

Wow, Thursday already.
Came home from my trip on Tuesday.
Long airplane ride (9 hours +) but not uncomfortable. With those little individual screens, you can pretty much watch movies, TV sitcoms, the news, or play games for the entire time you're in the air.
The food, however, is horrendous! No matter which airline, economy class, first or business class, the food always stinks!

Pasta or chicken??? Anyone out there ever come up with something different???
I mean, they claim to try these "new" menus. They try different stuff like Chinese, Indian, Spanish food. But to me it all tastes the same.
I had a particular problem opening those sealed cellophane packages. Just could NOT open them. Would need a sharp utensil for that, like a pair of scissors. So since the food that was so safely sealed didn't look very appetizing anyway, I didn't mind just not eating it.

Getting off the plane in Atlanta is always an interesting experience. Especially when you come from abroad. First you need to go through customs, show your passport, hand off the forms you filled out on the plane. Of course there are separate windows for US citizens, and on the other side, windows for aliens, and other forms of life.

Either no one can read, or the signs are too high, but everyone trouped over to the US citizen side. Which bogged things down considerably.
Of course the airport personnel, at least the little group of 6 I saw, were too busy enlightening each other about their personal lives. No one noticed the hubbub going on, and no one was directed to the correct windows.
SO...it was slow going. But hey, I had time.

Then you go and pick up your suitcases. Which you than drag through the other custom part where they either let you just walk through, or they take everything apart with a fine hair brush, or tooth brush (tooth pick? *L*). I just played dumb and walked with confident determination to the place where we had to throw our suitcases on yet another thing to watch them go on another trip through the bowels of the airport. To be picked up once again at the baggage carousels downstairs.
Took me about 60 minutes to go through all of that.

Then the confusing walk to the new (and certainly NOT improved) parking spot for my "free" transportation shuttle to the off-site parking lot.
Thanks God my car was where I parked it, but I could not find my ticket. No problem. I guess I have an honest face and they took my word for it that I came and parked when I did.
Finally I got on the freeway, now smack right in the middle of rush hour. Took me a good hour and a half to get home.

At this point my jet lag is starting to sink in. But I drove on auto pilot, and things went smoothly, albeit slowly.
While on the road I checked in with Wheelie. He was happy to hear my voice. Then a quick call to Bugs...and got an immediate UH OH message.

It never fails. I go to Holland, I come back, and something significant happens with my daughter.
Last time it was the fact that she bought a house. WHATDIDYOUDO??????

This time she informed me she kicked out Daddy. We could not really get into "it" right there and then, but I understand that this has been in the works for quite sometime now. She finally got tired of finding him drunk as a skunk on the couch, barf bucket next to him on the ground.
She also lost her patience with the fact that after 4 years he is still dragging his ass to getting back his drivers license.
Don't get me wrong, this boy is sweet, but as dumb as a rock, and does not have an ambitious bone in his body.
Good riddance on one side, aw shit on the other. Boo-Boo won't have a full time daddy.
I don't know how Bugs is going to handle everything from now on, like paying her mortgage, her bills, etc. But I'm butting out this time. We'll sit and watch it (for now) and see what happens.
I asked Bugs how she felt this morning. She said she is tired, a little sad, but also hugely relieved.
Atta Girl!

So bottom line. She changed all the locks on the house, will try and get his phone back (they were on one of those share plans) and will start getting on his ass about child support.
In this state fathers of children out of wedlock do not have any rights, but they ARE responsible for paying the mother child support.
We'll see.

So here we are, home again, home again, never a dull moment.

I took Boo-boo to the library this morning for Story time. The regular lady was out sick, so they had this super hyper active gramma type do the program. I swear this woman must have consumed 5 double espressos this morning. She was loud and shrill, and moved around like a jumping bean. But the kids loved it.
Boo-boo sat on my lap and intently listened to the stories, went ape shit when the songs were sung and rocked herself silly. Clapped her little hands, yelled out loud.
That went well :>)

Then we went to the local hobby shop to find a few nice frames, but I could tell she had HAD it. SO off we went. Back home I scooped her out of the car seat and dumped her into the crib, she never moved. So there she is, still in her jacket, sprawled out.
God to be that little again, and able to just take a good nap!

It started raining today. We need it.

And now my head is empty. I will try and recoup (and recap) more of my travel stories later, when I remember them, HA.

SGMKJ!