The Traveling Cowboy

Grant and I ventured south this weekend to attend Forrest's first birthday party.  We had a great time....once we actually got there. Oklahoma had some terrible weather this weekend and our flight was delayed. Which resulted in Grant and I running to our connecting flight in Dallas. We had to hop on a tram to another terminal, take escalator after escalator to  make the flight.




Watching and waiting as the storms started in OKC



Grant's first plane trip he remembers and he gets a
window seat with a view of the engine....

Did I mention I thought it would be smart to NOT check bags? And wear heels?

You can imagine the scene. I'm running with a purse, a duffel bag, Grant's backpack, Grant's hand and trying not to break an ankle with my heels. It was tough.

But, once we arrived J met us with a hugs and helpful arms to carry the debacle of items I had. He had a soccer ball waiting for Grant in the back seat and a rose for me in the front. So sweet.

We met Candy and Chuck for dinner at my most favorite restaurant in San Antonio, Alamo Cafe. We sat outside and a bunch of kids were chasing frogs in the outdoor pond. Grant had a blast, made new friends, screamed like a little girl when he was supposed to hold a frog  and enjoyed a hamburger for dinner at a MEXICAN restaurant. I give up!

The next day we slept late (very odd for us) and got ready for Forrest's birthday. And when I say got ready, I mean I went and got a manicure/pedicure while J and Grant went to the park and played soccer. J spoils us when we come and visit, as do his parents.

Grant woke up and got to feed the deer with Chuck. Their back yard is amazing and deer come every morning for breakfast.

Harvey, Grant and Chuck feeding the deer.

See. All the deer. I told you.

We had so much fun at Forrest's birthday party. There were ponies, piglets, chickens and a goat. Kids ran around and played and I got all caught up with people I hadn't seen in years.

Grant rode the brown pony several times, but the
white one was his favorite. (The brown one had pink bows
tied to it, which I think had something to do with it).

Sunday morning started leisurely. We enjoyed coffee and breakfast on the back porch, worked on a few plants and then Grant and J blew off the leaves with the giant loud blower.

We stopped by Courtney and Phil's on the way out of town and then the long, annoying, tiring day began. We arrived at the airport at "original check-in time", however we had no seats and our flight was delayed. Over and over again. Instead of leaving at 2:10, we left at 4:15. Keep in mind we arrived at the airport at 1:12.

That's 3 hours. Of waiting. And, for additional annoyance to me, the airport security people decide my 6 year old is harboring something dangerous in his backpack. They x-rayed his stick horse's head for I don't know what and then took apart his backpack, swabbed it, re-ran it through x-ray, and took out the DVD.

Then. They said thanks. You're all good.

This amped my irritability up considerably.

We continued on to our gate only for me to stand in line for an eternity to get "assigned" our seats. I got up there and the lady handed me my tickets like she knew me. She said she had been paging us for awhile....

Really? Umm, because I had been at the airport for 2.5 hours at this point and had not heard my name once. I had been texted five hundred times about the delayed flight status, though.

This is us killing time while waiting for flight 670.

We made it to Dallas only to run even faster than we did trying to get to San Antonio ( I wore different shoes this time, but still heels, you know me). We jumped on a tram and hauled you know what to the LAST gate in our terminal. I still can't believe we made it. We arrived at the gate at the exact same time the plane was to depart. It was very Hollywood.

Needless to say, the trip was great. The traveling was not. American Airlines will no longer be a part of our flying family.

The traveling cowboy.