I Might Not Be Cut Out ........

........ for a constantly traveling lifestyle.

I'm pooped.
And I'm getting awfully tired of the Houston airport.

Not that I'm complaining.  Because I'm not.
It just sounds like that.
A little.

Or maybe it sounds more like whining.
But it's not.

Or maybe it is.
Just a bit.

I realized Sunday night as Son #3 and I walked off of the plane in Houston and into the airport that it's a good thing I don't have to travel for a living.
I think I'd be grumpy a lot.

Don't get me wrong ...... it's fun to travel.  It's great to see old friends and family.
It's wonderful to see new sites and visit new places.
It's usually neat to eat new and different food.
Usually.
And it's wonderful to meet new people and make new friends.

But dang, it's exhausting.
Or maybe it's just me.
Because I'm getting old.
Er.
Did you catch that?
Not old.
OldER.

Don't laugh, because you are, too.
It happens.

This past weekend was Homecoming at OSU.
Did you know that we have THE biggest Homecoming in the United States?  (I'm guessing that we probably have the biggest Homecoming in the world, since I've never heard of Homecoming events outside of the U.S.  But I could be wrong.  But if I'm not, how cool is that world record?!)
Anyway, I didn't know that until last week.
And after being there this weekend, and among the thousands of orange-wearing Cowboys, I have no doubt that we hold the record.
Either that, or the Boston marathon has changed venues.
And outfits.
And shoes.

Homecoming wasn't this huge "back in my day".
Yes, I just used a phrase that I think I learned on "Hee Haw".
(see above comment re: oldER)
I have no recollection of fearing that I'd fall down and never be found again.
And yes, you might think that's because beer flowed a bit freer "back in my day".
But not for me.  I hate beer.  Always have.
I did give it the ol' college try, though.
ROFL!!!!  Get it?  College try?  I crack myself up.  :)

But I did.
Because someone told me that beer is an "acquired taste".
I totally call B.S. on that now.
Dry red wine is an acquired taste.
Sushi is an acquired taste.
Jeggings are an acquired taste.
Beer?
Not so much.

But I was youngER then and didn't know better, so I tried my best to acquire it ("back in my day" 18 was the legal age for drinking beer --- sorry to those of you who are 18 now and still can't drink.  NOT!!  Who am I kidding?  No one under the age of 30 reads this blog).
But after a few months of having to hold my nose to drink that gaggy stuff down, I figured it wasn't going to happen.  I was doomed to miss this one ritual of college ..... drinking beer until I barfed.
I don't think I missed out on too much.
And I never gained the "Freshman 10", or 15, or 20.
Which I can only attribute to my distaste of beer.
Thank God.

So anyway, Son #3 and I had another good weekend.
Thankfully, the Cowboys won.
Whew.

I have one more game to attend and then I'm done.
And off to Kenya.

Did I tell you that I'm pooped?
I can't remember.
But I am.
:)

Happy Tuesday, Peeps.