Obersvations

If given the choice between an escalator and a set of stairs the people at my conference will ALWAYS choose the escalator . . . even if the line for the escalator is so long that I've reached the top of the stairs before the person I by-passed has stepped foot on the escalator. Taking advantage of technology? Or just plain laziness?

A full to overflowing garbage can is not a deterrant to just stacking your used lunch pack on the floor next to the garbage can. EVEN when there is a nice and empty can about 10 yards away.

Snack has a very different definition at the church and at the nearby Renaissance Hotel. Church = water bottles, granola bars, pretzles. Hotel = this AND smoothies in champange flutes, rassberry yogurt shooter (seriously am I at a children's ministry conference? shooters? The trouble maker part of me wants to ask when Happy Hour is or where the keg is stored. Don't worry I didn't . . . yet.)

Lunch also has a different take. Yesterday at church= Chicken salad, yogurt, roll, chocolate. Hotel= Some sort of asian noodle with carrots and bell peppers along with spring rolls. I think I might have liked the sandwich and pasta salad they had at the church. I'm a simple girl.

Hmmm that's it for now. I'm sure there are more observations I'll come up with. One thing is for sure this isn't the woman's conference I went to last year with lots of NEON and those sparkly purses that were co-oped from the pre-teen set by the 40+ crowd.

Catch you all later.

OH I ALMOST FORGOT:
I'm rockin the Minivan. Just me and my minivan (reminds me of high school when i drove the family mini to school - I was so cool back then I could carry it off.) Really, I'm so cool I can barely stand myself.