Interstellar Adventures

November 28, 2006

Tuesday Stew

Filed under: Rants & Opinions — by InterstellarLass @ 8:14 am

I’m back and I’m bitchin’. No, vacation wasn’t bad. I had a fantastic time. It was very relaxing for us to get away and hang out with Nick’s friends. But, Miss Laura at Vitamin Sea needed to get a bit of Thanksgiving steam off her chest, and I had a few tidbits to bemoan as well, so here we go.

I love my grandfather, but the older he gets, the more difficult he is to be around. Twenty-five plus years of diabetes is taking it’s toll on him, and about the only things it hasn’t affected is his hearing, his voice, his malice and his need to be the center of attention. You may recall the memory book I made for my mom’s birthday. My cousin, who hosted Thanksgiving, is also a scrapbooker (she’s a thousand times better than me). So, my grandfather had to do his own ‘book’ which turned out to be pictures placed in 4-per-page picture slots in a standard album. While my mom was showing the out-of-town family her book she got for her birthday, he had to sit down next to everyone and force-feed his book to them, often interrupting my mother’s sharing. I didn’t know she was bringing the book, and I said nothing but ‘thank you’ when people commented on it. When he wasn’t chasing everyone down with the book, he was complaining about Kelly Clarkson (she has the most off key-voice ever and he had to warble over her singing of the national anthem while everyone was trying to listen), telling off-color jokes that no one wanted to hear, and expounding on exactly what the offensive coordinator for the Cowboys is doing wrong.

During our airport experience on Friday morning, I got upset about two things. Thing the first – I took my knitting bag with me, and I inadvertently left my knitting scissors in the knitting bag. I wasn’t worried about the knitting needles – they were bamboo and blunted. But the scissors went through security with nary a word said. These are your standard ‘craft’ scissors, fairly sharp, pointed, and with 3.5″ blades and plastic handles. Plus, I discovered I had a perfume aerosol in my purse. Also got through. Instead, they chose to pull aside for examination the 70+ year old woman with such bad rheumatoid arthritis that she had lost all use of her hands. They looked like floppy rubber hands on the ends of her wrists, and she had elbow pads on to cushion what I assumed to be badly swollen elbow joints. They had to feel her up, squeezing her elbow pads and the rest of her arms, plus examine all of her medicines. Meanwhile, a man who looked strongly Middle Eastern, and that had ridden our car shuttle bus with us and seemed to be talking to himself and smiling strangely (I looked – no iPod or phone ear piece), was allowed through with a wave and a smile. Amazing. Oh, and the Kansas City airport really needs to set up a concession stand inside security. All their shops are outside the security border, so you can’t get anything to take on the plane.

I forgot my camera on our trip. I had to buy disposables. Pictures will be delayed due to processing, and will possibly be quite shitty in quality and quantitiy. My only excuse is we had to get up at 3:45 am on Friday to catch our 6:40 am flight. Oh, and one last thing. It was warm in KC during our stay. Dangit. It was supposed to be my taste of real winter, and I was in a t-shirt during the day. 😦 And when does it get cold? Thursday. My birthday. And it’s supposed to snow there. Waaa!


  1. Brilliant! I have a relative who does the same thing as your grandfather from time to time. I’ve come to the conclusion that the faults people have when they’re young don’t always disappear as they age. I suppose he just wanted the attention for his photo album, which was fine, but he could also have backed off after awhile too.
    Sorry about my post being up so late! I’ll email you a few things I thought of about this.. LOL.

    As for the knitting needles, I figure they thought maybe you could use them as weapons in case the terrorists WERE on the plane, disguised as that little old lady…

    Oh, and welcome back!!

    Comment by Laura — November 28, 2006 @ 10:33 am |Reply

  2. Twenty-five plus years of diabetes is taking it’s toll on him, and about the only things it hasn’t affected is his hearing, his voice, his malice and his need to be the center of attention.

    Wow-that sounds exactly like one of my grandfathers. So sorry!

    Comment by Jenny Ryan — November 28, 2006 @ 11:07 am |Reply

  3. Makes me hate holidays. Mine wasn’t too bad this year.

    About the flying thing…I can’t stand to fly anymore. It is so embarrassing when they stop you.

    Comment by Carrie — November 28, 2006 @ 12:46 pm |Reply

  4. There has got to be a better way to do airport security.

    Comment by Gypsy — November 28, 2006 @ 1:13 pm |Reply

  5. TSA people seem more fickle than they should be, generally lacking consistency. They took my good Gingher scissors that had a 3 inch blade but my daughter inadvertently left her shark knife in the back of her dive computer instead of pulling it to put in her checked luggage- and that got through in her backpack.

    Grandpa sounds like the life of the party. But hey! You have a birthday coming up! Good deal! I’ll be back to toast that on Thursday.

    Comment by vicki — November 28, 2006 @ 5:11 pm |Reply

  6. …there’s one in every family 😉

    Comment by poopie — November 28, 2006 @ 5:18 pm |Reply

  7. I pretty much avoid airports. Can’t believe you got through with your craft scissors!

    Seems like there’s always someone in the bunch who, for whatever reason, needs to be the center of attention. Considering that’s EVERYONE on my in-law side of things, we don’t do in-law gatherings anymore. YAY!

    Ready for Christmas?

    Comment by AbbyNormal — November 28, 2006 @ 5:48 pm |Reply

  8. Drives me crazy when security does that to obviously harmless old people. I can see if they had a bunch of gadgets or ginzu knifes, but come on.

    Comment by creative-type dad — November 29, 2006 @ 1:26 am |Reply

  9. Ew, yuk, there’s nothing like a trip to the airport to put a damper on things. Security in airports makes no sense. I’m glad I wasn’t traveling with you, certainly I would have been pulled aside and had an orafice check. It always seems to happen to me.

    Grandpa…he’s getting old, feeling useless maybe. We’ll be there one day unfortunately, no matter how much we don’t want to be.

    Comment by carnealian — November 29, 2006 @ 5:25 am |Reply

  10. I think part of the problem with airport security is political correctness. I’m afraid it’s going to take another terrible attack on our country before they stop searching our grandparents and start searching arab men between the ages of 18 and 35. I know you’re not going to like my comment on this, but, that’s just the way I feel.

    I don’t have any grandparents left. I would kill to be able to listen to either of my grandfather’s off color jokes and their irritating stories again. I guess you really don’t miss them until they’re gone.

    Kinda sucks that he was stealing your cousins thunder with his scrapbook, but, we just have to be patient with the fogies. We too will be fogies one day.

    Comment by tony — November 29, 2006 @ 6:38 am |Reply

  11. I echo the sentiments of the previous comment. I miss my grandparents.

    How ’bout them Cowboys!

    Ro-mo! Ro-mo! Ro-mo!

    Comment by Bone — November 29, 2006 @ 9:23 am |Reply

  12. Ah well, you are home now.

    Airport security is very comical when you try to analyze it. The concentration on liquids kills me.

    Comment by Raehan — November 29, 2006 @ 9:40 am |Reply

  13. Airport security is just a silly show. It’s pretty difficult to take it seriously.

    Comment by utenzi — November 29, 2006 @ 11:28 am |Reply

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