Random Musings and Weekend Preview

I'm putting in a quick couple hours in the office, and then high tailing it to Terminal 1 for a 12:01 flight.  I really hate Terminal 1 at the Minneapolis St Paul airport for business travel, but it came with the cheap round trip ticket.  Parking is more complex and pricey, security takes longer, and the gates are spread out, so leaving enough time to overcome any bottle necks is critical.  I have my Nook well charged and loaded with a few new free download books, and a boatload of printed read ahead items for my meetings.  Connecting flights through Milwaukee and home through Chicago, also came with the ticket, so I will spend an estimated 20 hours of travel time, round trip, for a cumulative 20 hours of meetings. I usually try not to do the math.  I'll get some good people watching done, particularly Saturday night back through Chicago.  Did I ever mention how glam the non profit life is?


I had to coordinate car pooling for DD#2 for Saturday's basketball tournament since DH will be working and I'll be out of town.  While I am always more than happy to drive another child with us, and assume other parents feel the same, I'm never really  at ease sending my kid for a day with another family, particularly out of town for sports.  I know that is very narrow thinking of me, and helicopter parentesque.  I find I have first child anxiety again with her.  Ironically, I had very few qualms leaving her in the care of her older sister two years ago when DH and I were on a week long cruise for our 25th anniversary. 


This Sunday is the television event of the year in the US-the Super Bowl.  My team, through good or mostly bad, the Minnesota Vikings, have not been in a Super Bowl since 1977.  I was 11 years old, and still had dreams at that time that I could grow up to be the first woman in the NFL.  Never mind  that I couldn't throw a spiral, or kick a ball with any great distance. I was never a cheer leader type of gal; I wanted to be on the field.  Now the Super Bowl is so little about the game itself but the spectacle of the game surroundings, the half time show, and the bragging rights for the best tv commercial.  My biggest triumph will be if I can get to the grocery store on Sunday, and then have time to make appetizers and snacks to bring to my sister's Super Bowl Party after travelling most of the night before into the early morning hours from Washington.   Frozen Trader Joe spinach artichoke dip may have to do.


Thanks for letting me indulge in a few random thoughts. I hope those of you hammered with snow are getting back to normal.  I'm still waiting for a snowy forecast.