Entitled

I think that today, of all days, I'd be entitled to freak out a tad if things didn't go JUST the way I wanted them to. Yes, it's not the mature, grown up, 28-year old way to react, but I mean, I have just done 1 year, 11 weeks, and 3 days sans my hubby--at least in the "we live in the same continent, country, state, city, house" kind of way.
Anywho. That's exactly what I did. The day started by me waking up ON MY OWN from a totally nutty dream 2 minutes before my alarm went off--at 3:15am. Something about my getting ready process took a million more years than normal (oh, I supposed b/c today is not a normal day) and I was later than I had hoped to be getting out the door--with a bag that I was pretty sure was sitting at 52lbs. But God was good and Mom and I saw all of 4 cars on the road this morning (hello--4:30am on a Sunday?) and my bag was 50 lbs ON THE DOT and I had a great little flight to Cincinnati and when I got there, I totally induldged myself and bought "The Time Traveler's Wife" which I'm now on page 142. The flight to Phoenix was decent, I didn't get my typically requested asile seat, but the multiple babies on board didn't make a peep, which was quite considerate of them. My brand new birthday sound canceling headphones work WONDERS I tell you, and I swear I saw the Grand Canyon off in the distance as we flew into Arizona. And then I got off the flight. Chatted with the gate agent that yes, my checked back would be waiting for me at the Delta office in 3 1/2 hours. But wait. Where was J's gate. Why were there only like, 20 gates. Where were ANY United flights? OH, wait . . . I had to LEAVE security. That was my only option. There were no busses and trains and trolley's like so many other airports have to take you from terminal to terminal. I was on the verge of freaking out. I left security. I panicked. I had made J a Red/White/Blue sign for goodness sake. (Welcome Home, Buddy!!!) I was in Terminal 3. Terminal 2 was nowhere to be found. Let alone someone who would let me just go SIT and wait to kiss my husband the minute he got off his plane. And then J called--his flight was going to be an hour late. So I decided the world was going to end, I had my 3 minute cry, and then I promptly found the walkway to Terminal 2 (outside--but it's a dry heat here :)), walked up to the oh-so-sweet United lady, flashed my ID, got a pass, flew through security, enjoyed a baked potato and salad at Wendy's, and am currently enjoying free internet.
Now you know I don't noramlly ever write "this is what i did today moment by moment" but come on people, I'm waiting for J. I have to come up with something to take up time. HENCE the blog with my minute by minute of my first 11 1/2 hours today :)
And one other thought--you know some airports give free internet and some make you pay and some you have to have a Wi-Fi service . . . this one, you have to give one person that works for the airport/airlines/TSA a compliment (they have a space for you to type it in) and then they grant you access. I just have to say I think that's cool. Way to go Sky Harbor.
By the way--Time Traveler's Wife--Audrey Niffenegger--it's great so far. I mean, the movie is coming out. I have to have to have to read it. And due to the moving issues, my precious library card isn't quite so useful right now.