The Airport in July

I have been making frequent trips to the airport lately.

Two weekends ago, it was to pick up (and subsequently drop-off) this nut job:
We had a great time together. Shopping, wandering, eating, watching people catch crabs (from the ocean, weirdos) among other things.
Then a few days later I made the drive to catch a plane myself in order to attend my Great Uncle Billy's 80th birthday party. It was quite a bash. I was also able to meet Carlynne's boyfriend Dan for the first time...Then this past weekend I yet again ventured out to pick up another guest. I'd seen Jen just once, for a few hours, since Craig and I's wedding so this weekend was sorely needed. We talk quite often but I was sad to bring her back yesterday. As a matter of fact I made her promise another visit in order to let her go. We ate, went to the beach (and got burnt in the weirdest places), shopped (beautiful, beautiful shoes), and laughed a lot. Sadly, I only have one picture of us from this weekend. And even though it's not good I'm going to post it.(look at how red my arm is even in the picture...yep, I got pretty burnt...yes, Mum and Dad, I wore sunscreen--I did not apply it 30-45 minutes before going out in the sun as recommended though--I even reapplied after swimming!)
Now, July is almost over and my airport trips are not. On Friday I head there once again to fly to Calgary. On Saturday some good friends get married in Cowtown and then I head home to hang out and help prepare for Julie's wedding. Can you believe it? Only 10 more days!