Airport ponderings

I love airports. Yes, you heard me right – love them. I know, I’m an oddity. But tell me, where else but the airport could you spot a grown woman wearing bright pink galoshes, a little old man eating out of a homemade lunch pail, a platinum blonde diva with 4-inch heels, an entire family adorned with Mickey Mouse memorabilia and countless retired couples in matching attire? Where else would you find a businessman in a $2000 suit standing in line next to a vacationer in worn out flip flops, cutoff jean shorts and a Laguna Beach t-shirt? Airports are a stop within an itinerary that is not our norm. An interruption in our regular schedule, but a potentially welcome one.

Sure the airport has its share of annoyances. I’m actually at the Charlotte airport right now and already this morning have witnessed the usual ones. The guy on his Blackberry talking too loudly to notice hordes of travelers rushing by him. The intolerably long lines at the coffee/pizza/burger stand (or bathroom). My biggest pet peeve is the casual traveler who is oblivious to others around him/her – walking slowly, gazing around, then suddenly coming to a stop smack dab in the middle of the walkway to dig through his/her luggage for something (presumably his/her boarding pass?).

But there is something else about an airport that’s particularly exciting. Airports are our “holding area” – the place where we wait to be taken to somewhere else. Somewhere hot and sunny or somewhere cold where a warm fireplace awaits us. Somewhere new and adventurous or somewhere comfortable and familiar. Somewhere we’ll get to meet new people or somewhere that reunites us with those we love. And on the return trip, the airport is where we wait to be taken to the place we belong – home.

So as I wait for my flight (to somewhere many would call paradise) I will just sit back and people-watch. Wonder where these people are going, who they are going to see, and what circumstances are bringing them there. And that’s one of my favorite things to do.

Just for fun: Fake vintage ads

I have recently developed an affinity for all things vintage, and especially advertising. The love affair I have with Mad Men on AMC might have something to do with that, of course. I just stumbled across this blog post on the Internet and found the concept intriguing.

When you need a break from your day, go ahead and take a look at all of them here.

PS – that ad to the right —> is a REAL ad from the 50s.

Monday silliness a day late

I really needed a good laugh this morning… and I found it with this classic Monty Python sketch!

World’s most obedient dog

and his master is a bit of a sadist I think…

Ah, the joy of progress bars

Because it’s Monday after a long weekend and I need a big dose of silly

They need a quiz for this?

Well, maybe except for that last part…

You Are a Champagne Woman

A true mystery, no one can quite figure you out… That is, until you start drinking. Then you tend to let loose. You’re fun to drink with, but it definitely takes you a few drinks to loosen up. You prefer to date a man who likes the finer things in life… like a five star dinner with that champagne.

What Kind of Drinking Woman Are You?

As American as…

You Are Apple Pie

You’re the perfect combo of comforting and traditional. You prefer things the way you’ve always known them. You’ll admit that you’re old fashioned, and you don’t see anything wrong with that. Your tastes and preferences are classic. And classic never goes out of style.Those who like you crave security. People can rely on you to be true to yourself – and true to them. You’re loyal, trustworthy, and comfortable in your own skin. And because of these qualities, you’ve definitely earned a lot of respect.

What Kind of Pie Are You?