Monday, July 27, 2009

Just Plane Scared

I used to hate to fly. Now I fly enough where I'm used to it and I guess I'm a little less nervous each time I fly. The first time I went home to visit my family (after I moved to CO) it was a surprise for my mom. My sister told her they were going to pick up a friend of Heather's and then instead it was me! Mom loved that! Anyway...So, this was like October of 2007 and it was the first trip home I could make since moving in January 2007. I flew with NW airlines I think and the plane was very small. Two seats on each side of the aisle. So, the first leg of the flight was to Memphis, then from Memphis to North AL. My assigned seat placed me right next to a very attractive guy about 3-4 years older than me. I remember he had some faint tropical accent and he was very nice. Once I got settled he made small talk with me and we chatted about where we were headed. He, too, was headed to North AL. Neat! I thought.

I had brought a book to read to try to take my mind off of being scared of flying. I hadn't started reading yet, mostly because Mr. McFriendly next to me was just chatting me up. So, about 45 minutes into the 3 hour flight we hit a little turbulence...it was out of the blue really. I had no warning (not even the seat belt light) that the plane was about to feel like it was plunging to my death.

Without warning (did I mention there was no warning?) the plane takes a serious nosedive and my wonderful knee-jerk reaction was to GRAB THE LEG of Mr. McFriendly.

Now, hold up. Let's pause for a second. I am a very shy person when it comes to men/boys. I get embarrassed and flustered. In fact, I get flustered when a boy has his shirt off, mostly because I don't know where to look. I don't touch boys, or hug them unless I have to because I feel shy and embarrassed. So, keep that in mind as we go back to our story...

I GRABBED MR. MCFRIENDLY'S LEG--no, no, not just his leg...his thigh. I saw what I was doing and my brain was screaming, "LET GO!!! LET GO OF HIS LEG!!ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" but I couldn't force my hand to actually let go. All of it happened really fast. Before I knew it the plane was horizontal again and all was good...except, I very quickly snatched my hand back, turned towards Mr. McFriendly, and said, "Oh, gosh. I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry." And you know what he did? He smiled his McFriendly smile and said, "Oh, that's okay. That was pretty scary for a second." and I swear I heard a {ping} off his teeth when he smiled at me. Well, I was humiliated. I mean, utter embarrassment. I grabbed my book and started pretending to read so he would stop looking at me and talking to me. I am sure my face was beet red. And what did Mr. McFriendly do? OH, he kept talking to me. He wanted to make sure I didn't feel embarrassed or flustered OR he wanted to make sure I continued to feel embarrassed (I'm not sure which one) because he WOULDN'T! STOP! TALKING ABOUT IT!! oh gosh!

So, when we stopped in Memphis he said to me, "maybe we'll be assigned seats next to each other on the next flight too. That way if you get scared there'll be a friendly face."

I smiled, praying, "God, I know you have a sense of humor, but please don't let it be in the form of sitting next to this guy again!" Thankfully, I was not seated next to him on the next flight. He looked genuinely disappointed. CRAZY!

Now when I fly, I only fly South*west. Luckily with South*west you don't have assigned seats--so you know what I do? I look for a seat next to an empty one, or if I have to sit next to someone, I try to find a woman. (or at least an older guy.) There's no way I'm going to have some Friendly thinking I'm making a move on the airplane just because we're dying again!

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Sleepy Sweet Home Alabama, Roll Tide Roll...

That title doesn't really have anything to do with anything, except my post is going to be about the dream I had last night (sleepy) and there's a song that says that in the chorus. Me being an absolute UA fan loves it because it says "roll tide" in it. :)

Anyway, occasionally I have dreams that haunt me a little bit after I have them. They'll be the kind that you wake up during and you vividly remember and they won't leave your head all day! I hate that! Especially when they are about something you try not to think about. Sometimes I dream about my dad and that makes me mad b/c I don't like devoting any brain cells towards thinking of him.

Anyway, (side-track sally) Last night I dreamed about having a boyfriend. I am not really looking for a boyfriend...I'm not really worried about boys/having a boyfriend. I don't decide my wealth/worth based on a boyfriend/boys. I am trusting God for my future...and that includes boyfriend material. But. Yesterday there was a little bit of drama in Jules' family life that included lots of talking and thinking about fiances and boyfriends. I devoted a lot of thought to these particular subjects yesterday and I think that's why I dreamed of them.

So, in my dream I had this boyfriend and everyone liked him. Jules really liked him, and they were really good friends (which is perfect). And in the dream i was taking him home to meet my family. His name in the dream was Mike, but he wasn't any Mike I've ever met, so I wasn't projecting anyone from my real life into my dream. Anyway, we went to introduce him to my family and they hit it off immediately. Him and my brother got along, he played with my nieces and even played basketball with my nephew (who was like 8 in the dream, so it was far in the future. funny that I just remembered that part!) He chatted it up with my mom and sister and they really liked him. I remember he was a really good guy who had a healthy fear of God and I remember in one part of the dream him making me laugh so hard I had tears rolling down my face. I think he prayed to bless our meal at suppertime.

Most of the time I (thank God) don't spend much thought on my future boyfriend/husband. I truly trust God to take care of that area. I'd rather wait (and possibly be single for the rest of my life) than to rush into something and it not be what God had planned for me and me be either miserable or get hurt. I honestly don't worry about it. I have full faith that God has my future in his hands. BUT, when I dream things like that...and it was so perfect...it makes me think about it too much. I don't like to think about it b/c when I'm thinking about it it makes me feel like I'm not trusting God to take care of it. Isn't that crazy?? I'm crazy. Much too hard on myself most of the time. I mean, really--who has control over what they dream!?

Anyway, my point (oh, you HAD one?? i had no idea!) is that I think that God was using this dream to show me what I might have if I just keep trusting him. I think that it was a picture into how happy I can be if I allow God to bring that person into my life. So, although the dream got me thinking about boyfriends and stuff...it also reminded me that God is in control--and if I trust him, I can truly have something spectacular!

I think I'll hold onto that, instead of the dream. :)

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Wongs, Pancakes, and (FINALLY) the dancing Grandma!

I'm sorry I haven't been around lately. I just haven't gotten back in the swing of things. I'm trying to get back to things...

So, today we saw a patient who had to come in to the office fasting, so she had to eat her breakfast before we could start the visit so that her blood sugar didn't go low. So, she pulls out her breakfast while I'm taking her history and she's got CHOCOLATE CHIP PANCAKES!! oh my.

I very calmly and nicely told her that I might hip-check her and steal her pancakes. She laughed...until she realized I might be serious, then she just gobbled her pancakes down. I think she really was a little nervous.

Then while we were doing a visual field test she had to wear what we oh-so-very-professionally call a "pirate patch" and her mom got out her camera and the girl posed and said "arrrg" to the camera! it was sooo funny. This girl was like 18 and such a good sport!!

Tonight I'm going to the Sugarland/Keith Urban concert! I'm really excited. If i get any good pictures I'll post them. I still have yet to figure out how to post that video of the granny dancing. I'll try to post it in this blog, but if it doesn't work someone tell me so I can take it off. :)


So there go...we'll see if it works. There's lot of me and Julie laughing on the video...and the main voice you hear is Jules. She was holding the camera.

In other news, poor Jules has been having lots of trouble with her carpal tunnel or whatever the problem is and last night she only slept a couple hours. I would wake up and she'd be just bawling her eyes out because of the pain. The only way she could sleep was sitting up. Isn't that just the saddest thing you've ever heard?? Okay, not the saddest you've ever heard, but still. She's going to go to the Workman's Comp doctor as soon as she can file a report at work. :) Poor thing!!

And the last thing that is probably WAYYYYY too much info, but it made me laugh:

I wore pants the other day that were the kind of pants that you can REALLY see lumpy underwear lines on. I typically don't care, nor do I worry about that sort of thing...but these were the "weight-loss pants" and I was really excited to wear them...but they weren't very thick pants and you could see my lumpy behind and my squishy panty-lines...So, I don't own the kind of underwear that you need to wear for that sort of problem. You know...Wongs. (go with me...I don't want people googling that other word). I don't own a wong. So, you know what i did? I took my current underwear and I gave myself a wedgie. I walked around with yards and yards of fabric tucked into my...umm...bottom. All day. I have never felt such sweet relief as when I un-wedgied myself that night when I changed clothes!

Ok...enough of that. I hope that was funny and not offensive. Sorry. :)

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Marco?

Hi.

Someone from Corinth, Mississippi visits my blog.

Um, hi. Who are you?

The reason I ask is because I know people in Corinth...and I wonder if you're them.

I'd just like to know.

If you don't want to comment and leave your name, please email me and tell me who you are. If you want. If you don't want to, then I'll just pretend we never had this little conversation.

Thanks! Tootles!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Big News

I have big news. So big, in fact, that I forgot to tell you!!

I went to the doctor just miserable the other day, saying that they had to help me with my allergies or send me to a specialist, because I was literally SICK everyday from them.

They upped my dosages, added new meds, and put me on short-term steroids. And guess what?


I haven't sneezed in 4 days. FOUR DAYS!? If you know me, and know that I sneeze like 150 + times a day, you know how huge this is. Heather can attest to the fact that I have been a high-number sneezer since I can remember. As far back as my memory goes I have sneezed and sneezed and sneezed.

There's not a time in my life I can remember going more than hours without sneezing. It's a big deal, y'all!

Monday, July 6, 2009

the 4th of July was FUNNY!

Oh, man, I had a great 4th of July! I really didn't do much...went for a swim that morning and then it clouded up so I just went back inside. Then I lounged around and read for the rest of the day until it was time to go to the Community 4th of July Celebration! yay! It's illegal to have/shoot fireworks here in CO, which is totally foreign to me because in AL you can shoot them anytime you want...heck! You can shoot them at each other if you want, and no one cares. But here, I guess it's too dry and the potential for wildfires is too great, so you cannot shoot them off. Thus, all the different suburbs have these community celebrations. Ours was so nice and relaxing.



It had rained most of the afternoon, though, and I forgot about the ground being wet. So, instead of going to walmart or something to get a plastic tarp, we just put trash bags down under our sitting blankets. It worked out pretty good, but the plastic made the blanket really slippery and so everytime we moved we were shifting the blanket or the plastic. It started raining again during the thing anyway, so it didn't matter...we all ended up damp.



A funny thing happened while we were at the celebration. We arrived around 6:30 and placed our blankets in an open space right behind a family that was having a cookout. The rules say that you cannot bring grills to the celebration but people did anyway. This family was a grandma, about 4 daughters, one of those daughters brought her husband and son. They were all, let's say, 25ish and older (except the son, of course, he was like 13). And let me tell you! Grandma was getting down!! We secretly took a video with my digital camera of grandma dancing, and it was SOOOO funny! I'm not really super-techno-savvy so I'll have to figure out how to upload it, then I'll show y'all. This family was sooooo funny! they were just getting down! But, you know what? They were just having the BEST time with one another! That's what was important!

There was a family behind us that had three small dogs...two yorkies and one cha-weenie and they just barked and barked and barked at people walking by. It made us feel better because Westin is such a sweet dog, but he barks his head off at people! it's really embarrassing! So, we made sure these ladies knew we knew how they felt, and not to worry about their barking bothering us.

I started this post on Monday, and now I can't remember what the point was.

Sidetrack Sally.

A really funny thing happened at work today, in regards to a service dog that a patient had with her, so remind me to tell you that story tomorrow!! It'll at least give me something interesting to write about and it'll give you something to look forward to. :-D

Oh, and P.S. I've lost 33 pounds. :)