Airports, Afghans and A Cake

I picked my folks up from the airport yesterday. What an ordeal that was. There was little to no traffic and I just zipped my way there. The parking deck, however, was full and they were directing the cars to economy parking in New Jersey. Or maybe Delaware. Oh, alright. It was still in Philly, but it seemed like miles from the airport.

Meanwhile Mom and Dad had collected their bags and were beginning to feel as though they’d been forgotten. Finally the parking lot bus let me out on the departures side of the terminal so I had to run up and over to the arrivals side and found the parents in baggage claim. All alone.

We eventually made it on the bus to take us back to the economy lot and then I wasn’t exactly sure where I’d parked. I guessed right, however, and we didn’t have too far to walk from where the bus let us out. Then we had to find our way out of the parking lot. That in itself was a challenge, but we finally made it out and on our way back home.

“Economy Parking” is misleading. If you’re staying overnight it’s $11.00 a day and very economical. If you’re just picking up your parents and are parked for less than an hour it’s still $11.00. I had no cash on me. Nothing says, “Welcome to Philly” like begging for enough money to get out of the lot.

Sadly, our trip home wasn’t nearly as smooth as my trip to the airport. We hit traffic and our 45 minute ride turned into about two hours. We made it home, only for me to turn around and drive Taylor to church for Youth Leadership. I got home from there, honked from the driveway and drove Katie to her cake decorating class. Whew! What a night. Lucky for me Todd made it back from New Jersey in enough time to pick both kids up on his way home.

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It’s looking like I’ll have to do my own dang ironing. Mom is working on afghans (the blankets, not the people) for both the kids and would like to finish them before she leaves in two weeks so she’ll be crocheting instead of ironing. Why is it so difficult to get good help these days?

The kids picked out their yarns a few months ago and here’s a little peak. This is Taylor’s:

And this is Katie’s:

Aren’t they pretty??

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Katie got to decorate a cake in her class last night which worked out nicely because it was my birthday. (Twenty-nine. Thanks for asking.) Look at the beautiful job she did! It made me just the teensiest ferklemped.


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And that’s all I’ve got. My blogging will be sporadic at best the next two weeks and my blog hopping will be practically nil. So I leave you with this topic.

Barney Frank and Mr. McGoo – the same person?

Talk amongst yourselves.

0 thoughts on “Airports, Afghans and A Cake

  1. LOL on Mr. Magoo! Whatever made you think of that?!I love the afghans. They’re beautiful. Grandmas are great that way. My MIL did the same thing for the boys a few years back.And last but not least… Happy 29th birthday!!!! again 🙂

  2. Happy Birthday Jen! I loved the cake that Katie made, so loving. I also LOVE the afghans that your mom is making for the kids. My great aunt made one for me and all my siblings. I still have mine and Hannah loves to curl up in it. It is really special. Just last night I reminded her that every stitch was made with love. I think that is why it feels like a huge hug to me when I wrap up in it!XXXXXX

  3. Have fun with the parents! I love the afghans, beautiful!Can I just say, “Aw, cool” to Katie’s cake? So sweet. Tell her she did an excellent job!And Happy Birthday, again! I guess Facebook is good for something, remembering birthdays is one. lolAnd yes, Barney Frank and Mr. McGoo are the same person. (talking to myself out loud… or in write.)

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