Take Off!!

I am spending my 20 complimentary minutes of WiFi on here. Just throwin that out there. I arrived to the airport today just after noon, and was greeted by a (apparently) misinformed United employee who told me (without looking at my boarding pass or me having told him) that my flight to Denver was two hours delayed. Questions going through my mind: 1. How does he know I'm going to Denver? 2. How does he know it's delayed and why didn't I get a text update from Orbitz!?
I frantically called cousin Brit who is will be collecting me and my belongings when I land in Denver and we shared a sad moment wherein we realized that we wouldn't arrive to GJ until midnight.

I have no shame.

I proceeded to go through security anyway and figured 'hey i'll take advantage of that complimentary wifi for a few hours and get some homework done' (they left out the 20 minutes stipulation on the signs...) I was about to go through the security scanner and realized I had a full water bottle that I had filled last night and put in our mini fridge (so prepared, I know :) and proceeded to chug it like a champ. Just didn't feel right throwing it away! Super hydrated now.
I sat at gate B1 where my flight is scheduled to depart on time at 1:40... contradictory to what the man told me when I first got here. Initially I was sitting in between a lady doing a crossword and a dude, both in their late 30's, early 40's, and of course I try to strike up a conversation with the lady... she wasn't havin it. Now I'm sitting across the terminal from them keeping an eye on the gate, yet keeping my distance. Hope she's not my neighbor for the flight. It's times like these that my similarity to my mother scares me. I am just like her when it comes to talkin to folk. We both recognize that we should work on understanding when the person is interested in listening to us ramble or not, but when we find ourselves in situations like this (airport is a perfect example), we forget all about it. It's like when you're going through the check-out line at the grocery store... first they ask you how your day's been and you say its been good, and that you're tired but still trekking on, and that you were up really late last night because your husband was up sick all night because he bought smoked salmon from a gas station in Chimicum... their eyes glaze over. REALITY CHECK: They don't care about your husband, they dont even care about you, they just asked you how your day was to fill the awkward moment as your items beep across the scanner. Awareness of this is what we should strive for. :)

I had an interview today at 11 before I left campus with the Kennel Club Board. I'm applying for Freshman Representative for the board. I'm really excited about it! I feel the interview went well. They asked me many questions, one of which was "what's your favorite cooking utensil?" This threw me for a spin... I thought back to making baked goods and my instinct was to say "spatula". I did, and then I scrambled to have a reason to back it up. "...because it gets all of the ingredients..nothing's left behind!" *heh awkward laughter, move on*

I fear that my complimentary time here is just about up...I'll let you know how my trip goes!!
Let me leave you with this question: what's your favorite cooking utensil, and why?
More later,
Love Nat