Long Trip to Atlanta

I left my house this morning at 4:30 am (pst) and headed to the airport.  Unfortunately my daughter, Hope, was up until 1:38 am (yep, I know it to the minute).  Not sure if it was gas, teething, or I gave her too many shots of espresso but she was awake and pointing to everything in the house saying, “Whoaw.”  She’s half way between “wow” and “whoa” at this stage.  Anyway, after a whopping 2 1/2 hrs of sleep I headed to the airport.  Park, walk to the terminal, and see this:

Don’t you love security lines!?  

Now, I’m here, thankfully.  I’m spending a couple days here brainstorming with a couple friends: Abbie Smith and Reggie Joiner.  We have some ideas about a few things and we’re having a two day “pow-wow.”  Details to come, but for now, I desperately need something to eat - that Vanilla Latte and blueberry muffin that probably had a 5 year shelf life at the Denver airport just isn’t cutting it.

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  1. WOW. That does not look fun. This weekend was my first airplane ride (blogged about it), and my Dad insisted on getting there 2 hours early, and there was nobody there! But I’m sure what you had to deal with is what he’s scared of. So now I’m thankful!

    Marlene | Aug 5, 2008 | Reply

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