So my life has been a little insane lately. I'm working on a new film called Red Canyon. It's not the sort of film I usually work on - horror flick, but it's still pretty cool. It's allowed me to work with some cool peeps. Christine Lakin, Norman Reedus, Justin Hartley...nice client list. ;)
Hubby's still on the pain train. Military is trying to figure out what pain meds will work best for him. It's insane. Each new pain med is just a new ride - seriously. The one from over the weekend made him feel like he kept stepping on electric wires and giving him shocks. Made him totally grumpy - to say the least. So that one's out.
My mother is coming to visit. So is my grandma. They're coming here for ten days over Thanksgiving. They're getting on a plane. That's huge. When my grandma was little, her sisters locked her in a coal chute for several hours, so she's been highly claustrophobic for the rest of her life. When they came to visit last year, they came on a train. Five days. FIVE DAYS. They're terrifed of getting on the plane though. My mother hasn't flown in over forty years - since she took a puddle jumper flight in PA. So she's assuming a lot of things....she told my grandmother the other day that they would be in folding chairs with strappy seat belts. She also told my grandma that they would be locked in tubes and standing there for hours while they wait to board. When I asked my mom where she got that information she said "I've driven past the Pittsburgh Airport lots of times Lori. I know these things."
She refuses to allow my grandma to check baggage because she says she doesn't want to juggle all the bags in her lap during the flight - or carry them from airport to airport....
When I try to tell her that she's wrong, she gets really angry at me. See, I know nothing cause I'm her daughter. Even though I'm in my 30's - doesn't matter. She still knows more. Last year when they visited, she argued with me because the Internet runs on Eastern time. (My mom hasn't been out of Eastern time more than once in her life and then she didn't access the Internet...) So every website, ticket, reservation, etc that happens online, is Eastern time. The rest of the ENTIRE PLANET must adjust accordingly.
That's pretty much a great example of what my Mom sees life as...she's got her opinions...the rest of the world must adjust accordingly.
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Well, as somebody who has never lived in the Eastern time zone but has always had to make the conversion... I'd say that she might actually have a point. ;)
I'm going to wager it's going to be a loooooooooong 10 days.
But could you do something for me? Can you find out what the tubes at the airport there in Pittsburgh smell like? We don't have them out here and they sound so futuristic... :P
You have no idea....
The tubes at the airport? They smell like Steelers Country... ;) I love the 'Burgh Airport. Statues of Franco next to Washington - and everyone dressed in black and gold.
And you have no idea how long this will be.....I may expire before 2010.
A little something you'll appreciate...
How goes the battle Twichie my dear?
I'll have to blog about this - but my life has been insane! This past weekend was a big event with the cast of Friday Night Lights...and my mom is arriving in 48 hours....
Oh and dude - my son was diagnosed with opening stages of pneumonia yesterday. Still trying to figure out whether to let him go back to school or not.
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