Leavin' on a jet plane

My bags are packed.

Packed to the brim.

I fly out to Utah tomorrow morning and I still have a list of things to do:

-Get a haircut (A girls gotta get ready for Back-to-School beauty)

-Pluck my eyebrow...yep folks, eyebrow. I'm inches away from having a uni goin' on. Not cute.

-Charge my ipod so I can have some rockin' tunes to listen to when Holly falls asleep....because without fail, she will :p

-Find a comfortable flight outfit

-Shave my legs

-Do a final sweep of the house to make sure I have everything

-Talk to the BYU financial office about my loan

One thing on my list that I probably won't have time for:

-Stopping to BREATHE

Here's hoping that I will have a normal flight full of sane people. 

I'm double hoping that I do not make too much of a scene when I say goodbye to my momma tomorrow. For some reason I can hug my dad goodbye and be fine...but once I make it to mom, the tears start falling. 

I am a momma's girl. True story.

Quote of the Day 

This is certainly true for me today.

Well kids, I'm off to get back to packing....cross your fingers for me that my bags will be under 50 lbs!

Also, cross your toes that the Airport workers....technicians, whatever they are called, will be nice. 

For some reason I always run into the grumpy ones. Well, minus a creepy middle-aged male worker that kept touching me and calling me honey. 


The way he was looking at me kind of made me start to wonder if he was mistaking me for said sweet condiment.....yeah, not okay Southwest....not okay.