Somewhere over the rainbow

OK, so I finally decided it was time for me to start a blog up again because writing in my journal is just not going to happen. I made this sudden decision because 1. I can easily talk for hours on end without taking a breath and 2. I probably had the worst flying experience of my life and the world must know about it. 

First a little background information about this walk through hell they like to call traveling. I usually fly out to Virginia whenever I have breaks....alone. Solitude at its finest. But no, not this time! This time my sister was getting married in Virginia over the break which meant that the whole family was going on the 6 hour trek across America. Apparently the memo didn't pass that all 5 of my mother's offspring have traveled a minimum of 8 times per year because she insisted that we get there 3 hours early. As expected we checked our 11 bags in around 30 min. flat. Then I proceeded to eat the most disgusting piece of pizza ever. I'm 80% positive that that cheese went through another person's digestive track. Anyways, after a grueling 2 more hours we get the call that our flight from Chicago to Richmond has been cancelled, which means that we get to go home to nothing because all of our bags are on their way to Richmond. Yay. The most surprising part was that it took Michelle 23 years to realize how pessimistic our family really was, because she insisted on being happy. Let me just say that it was less than welcomed.

Round 2 was not bad at first. The flight from phenoix to Dallas Ft. Worth was pretty enjoyable. In texas I even managed to get some Wendy's out of Janette. I truly believe that the airport is one of the causes of cancer because I sat next to a seat with some sort of bodily fluid smeared on it. Finally, we arrive in Virginia!