It’s beginning to sound a lot like Christmas

It doesn't really look or feel like it (not a "typical" Christmas anyway), but it's close enough where I can enjoy listening to all the Christmas music on the radio. It makes me happy now instead of irritating me to death.I'm in arKansas with Israel. I flew out yesterday and have been helping him go through some stuff he is storing out here. We'll be driving some of it back tomorrow. Woo hoo. The past weeks have flown by and much has happened, but whenever I get to the end of the day I've been too tired to tell about it. I've seen a lot of people in the past week that i haven't seen in a very long time, which has been wonderful. I spent last Friday in San Diego with Peter and Roya. Ended up having to ride to LA to get a flight home, but it was really nice to see both of them. My trip this week overnighted in Key West on Monday and it was so beautful down there that it was a bit surreal. My crew was awesome so we had a fun time going out, then Tuesday morning I went and walked on the beach. It was so warm there were people laying out and swimming. On Wednesday I had a long overnight in Cinci which coincided with Matt's trip to Dayton from Atlanta. He picked me up on his way and I got to see the Chris and Erin and their lovely children. It amazes me to see my friends not just with babies but with children who are starting to grow up. Good times were had by all. Now I'm with Israel who I haven't seen since March or so. I'm not looking forward to the drive back, but it will be so nice to have nearly everyone at home. Over the last few weeks I've also come to a peace about the rejection I received last month and am becoming more open to other job options. More to come.

The world will never ever be the same, and you’re to blame

I think there's something wrong when it seems strange to be sleeping in my own bed. I really have only been gone two nights lately but it still feels odd. My bed sometimes makes me feel like I'm in a taco. I think it sags in the middle. It also makes some sort of noise every time I barely move. Sometimes breathing even makes it creak. But it's nice to be here.

It's been a very busy 4 days. I've done more flying since Monday than I normally do in 4 days. About 28 flight hours actually. It's nice to be able to get that much work crammed in but they really make you pay for it. Monday night I was in Leon, Mexico and I had all sorts of things to write about but alas, there isn't any internet connection in my room there. Then last night I had internet but was too tired to write about anything. Now I've forgotten most of it.

My car hit 90k on the way home from work Tuesday night. Despite the fact that I only wash it once a year and I can't go blazing past people like I'd like to, I do like my car. I got a lecture from some guy the other night because it doesn't have a name. I'm not even sure if it'd be a girl or a guy... What a quandry.

I'm getting deep into my crossword puzzles these days. The excitement of the week so far was that I finished the one on Tuesday. Laugh all you want both they're really hard so I'm going to be proud of myself.

I finished this really great book the other day - "The Lighting Thief". Someone my dad works with lent it to him and he liked it, then Michal liked it, so I figured I'd read it. It looks like a kid's book. I think it might be actually, but it was really good. And like my dad said, it's a great way to learn about Greek mythology. I got one of the answers on the crossword yesterday from something I learned in this book. Go me :).

I'm going to San Diego in the morning and am going to be le tired if I don't go to sleep pronto. It's been nice seeing you Georgia. I'll be back soon.

Peach(y) on earth

I'm really craving ice cream right now. Probably eggnog. It would be tasty.

I'm sitting at home. It's fantastic. I'm watching tv with two of my roommates. Molly is studying so she can be rich one day.

I'm glad there isn't any snow here. It's kind of cold but compared to New York it's practically hot. I had to wear my brown casual shoes with my uniform this morning on the plane cause my feet were so cold. I would be concerned about how I looked but everyone was asleep, it being 5:50am and all. Then I came home, took a nap, went to the doctor, then I got a haircut, ate lunch, bought a wallet (it's much harder than you'd think) - and it was only 2pm by then.

My Name is Earl and 30 Rock are hilarious.

Too tired for words

Well for more than a few...

I'm in Syracuse. It is snowing quite heavily outside. It's really pretty until it gets blown horizontally in your eyes. I'm not prepared for this kind of cold. It's times like this when I miss having hair to cover my neck and ears.

Today was so very long. Got to work at 1235. Am in my bed in at the hotel 13 hours later. I have too many worries and cares. I seem to have forgotten how to give them over to the only One who can truly do anything about them.

I am so tired. I kind of wish we would get snowed in here. I wouldn't mind at all.

Monterrey

I forgot how much I like this city. I like flying down here. It's a long flight but the passengers are nice and there's almost always at least one expat who will have interesting conversations with me. I like to get off the plane and have all the airport staff be so friendly. I like going to a hotel where they treat us like regular guests instead of second rate ones because we're air crew. I like how different it is from home. I don't like the poverty down here but it is good to help me remember how blessed I am. I like how the people seem to be very happy with themselves. I like how there are always families walking together. I like how I can look out my window and see the lights of the houses as they creep up the mountains. Any city surrounded by mountains is nice. I like to see the sidewalk vendors with their random foods. I like to see what other people feel is normal and wonderful, even though I might disagree. I like that I saw a horse pulling a cart down the side of the interestate. I like to see lots and lots of people who are under 5 feet tall and don't seem to feel short. It seem like Monterrey is being rejuvenated. It seems a little more cleaned up and together than on previous visits (though it still smells awful at times.) I like all the funny little cars. I like the walking street with all the shops with funny, cheap clothes. I like that you can stand in front of one 7-11 and see two more down the street. Even though I'm only about 2 hours from Texas I feel like I've gone somewhere. I'm glad I'm here today.

Triumph!

I feel like I've come 180 degrees today. When I got the hotel today I was really frustrated. Frustrated with so many things that I couldn't do anything about. The main two at that point were our old apartment complex and my employer. I've been playing phone tag for about 3 weeks with our old complex. They said we owed them money. They sent us a letter about it. Tanya went over there. They said they'd get back to us. They never did. Collections started calling us. We went back over there. They said they'd call us. Collections called us. The apartment never called us back. Even when we called. And called. And called. So I got really mad. Molly talked to her lawyer boss. Confirmed that what they were doing was illegal. We were running out of time. They weren't calling us back. I wasn't paying money I didn't owe. Finally today, after a million unreturned calls I yelled (as much as I can) at two innocent receptionists. One finally decided to stop being stupid. She finally called me back after 2 calls today and said they weren't charging us the rent for when we didn't live there. That's awfully nice of them. It's really said when you have to be a complete jerk to get anything accomplished. But I am very, very relieved that it's taken care of. I'm still going to call the collections people to make sure it actually happened. I don't want to have to go through the hassle of getting it taken off my credit.

I also decided I have to do something about the way I feel about work these days. I'm still not sure what to do but I went for a walk around Lafayette. I don't know if it was the physical activity, the nice scenery, the sun, or the awesome sandwich I ate but I feel better. I have to get up at 4:10am tomorrow so I'm going to watch some tv and go to sleep soon. I'm too much fun. At least I'm not a grouch now.

Borderline feels like I’m going to lose my mind

I have reached that point where I feel like all I can do is complain about work. It's not so much my actual job that I want to complain about as the never staying at home for more than 5 minutes-ness of it. I just saw that I got integrated. This means that I have to do a nap on Saturday night. This means that I will be working 12 days in a row. It's legal as long as I have a 24 hour break in there somewhere. This ruins lots of my plans. Arg...

I've had all sorts of interesting people on my flights lately. I had a stupid idiot who thought that because there weren't any "no smoking" signs on the ramp in Tulsa, then he could smoke while waiting to board the plane. Nevermind that the jet was being fueled about 30 feet away. I had a lady who was so yellow that I thought it was makeup at first. I've seen people who were jaundiced but this was unreal. I felt really bad for her cause I know she couldn't have been healthy. I've also begun judging pilots by the passwords they use. If they say a brand of soda or our passwords I immediately file them in the loser category. And it takes a lot to work your way out of that once you're there. So unimaginative...

If I go to sleep now I can sleep for 9.6 hours and that would make me happy.

PS. I've decided if I'm ever going to live in a hotel, other than the one in Key West, it would be here. This tempurapedic (sp) is scrumptious. And did I mention that I love king size beds?

Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic and when that fog horn blows I will be coming home

My Thanksgiving weekend is over. I'm getting ready to go to work for the first of at least six days. I did it to myself so I really shouldn't complain. I should be thankful I have a job. I'm thankful for a lot of things. I'm just not in a very "let's blog about thankfulness" mood. I'm not sure what kind of mood I'm in.

I spent the day yesterday cooking with my mother and two of my sisters. I sometimes forget how amazing my family is. I wish my other sisters and brothers had been there. The tea still wasn't as good as when Peter makes it. When I spend time with Joy I am reminded what a self centered life I lead. She's a rockstar. When I hear about what Israel is up to these days I'm reminded how small my world is right now. When I talk to Peter I think of how unadventurous I've become. These all seem negative but they actually inspire me to change, which is good.

I rearranged my room on Thursday (under Jamie's supervision - though he didn't actually do anything :-P). We'll see if it helps with the neatness issue I have.

I bought a black, knee-length peacoat and I'm really excited about wearing it to work today.

I love Davefm on Saturday and Sunday mornings.

I ate so much good food in the last week.

I flew 26 hours in 4 days this week. Sometimes I feel like I never stop going. Then I wonder if my life will always be like this. Tonight I'll be in Flint, MI. Tomorrow night I'll be home. Tues-Thurs I'll be in Wilmington, NC, Lafayette, LA, and Monterrey, Mexico. That's the plan anyway. I saw my first snow of the year the other day when we did a Minneapolis turn. The flakes were the size of my eyeball.

broadcasting live from melbourne, fl

Last night I dreamed I saw one of the new A380s take off. It was a very funny shaped plane to begin with. Kind of had the nose of a dolphin. Then as it got in the air I saw it had a trailer it was towing. It started to dive for the ground and then went back up, almost as if to say "ha! just kidding". Last time I checked you can't send a plane diving toward the earth and then immediately change back to the regularly heaven bound course. Not an A380 anyway. And definitely not like they did in my dream.

I feel like all I've done lately is work and travel. I had a wonderful visit with Kim and family Friday night. I got to meet the new Mia Grace. Both of her children are quite scrumptious. We wouldn't expect anything less from her. The rest of the weekend was running errands, the Jones House Thanksgiving, Mama's birthday, J's birthday, church, sleep. Then back to work at 6am on Monday morning. I was in Key West Monday night. It was beautiful. I am quite in love with the hotel we stay in down there. I'd love to be able to stay there for more than 14 or 19 hours at a time. I went home last night, got a clean shirt, slept, and am back at work now. I bought an extended life battery for my phone since the one I have keeps dying in one day. It's far, far worse. I went to bed last night with 3 of 4 bars on it and this morning I woke up at 7:35 - an hour late to see that my phone was dead. I still made it work on time but it was awful. J brought Molly and me food from the new kebab place in PTC. It was very good and I got to have the leftovers today. I probably killed my passengers with my hummus breath, but some of them deserved it. I had a man offer to let me keep the change from his $100 in exchange for my phone number... Talk about temptation. He wasn't too bad either. But what kind of girl sells her phone number.... Yeah, that kind.

It's a jolly good night in Melbourne. There is some party going on out at the pool and they're playing extremely loud rock music, so for possibly the first time in my life I'm giong to sleep with earplugs in. I just hope I hear my alarm when it goes off at 4:10.

Oh Atlanta, I hear you calling...

Whenever I'm really ready to go home this song comes to mind.

Yesterday I was thinking that I couldn't remember the last time I saw it rain. It's been a dry year in Georgia. We usually get so much rain we're sick of it. Now it's been a long, long time. It just started pouring down rain here in Little Rock. Even have some thunder going on. It's beautiful. I love to watch it and love the sound of it. There's a church in view right outside that I've been looking at all day. Crazy thing is, I can barely see it now it's raining so hard.

My life has been very full lately. After receiving the unpleasant news last week I was surrounded by loved ones all weekend. We celebrated Jamie's birthday. Had a lovely brunch at my new favorite breakfast place - J. Christopher's. Got to go to the Church of the Apostles with the parents and had the best mashed potatoes I've ever had at the dinner afterwards. Cooked dinner with Jersey. Good times all around.

I'm headed back to Atlanta in a couple hours and then on to Mobile for the night. Should be home tomorrow around 9pm. Then I'm going to Cincinnati to see the fabulous Kimba Jean. The rest of the weekend will be celebrating birthdays and early Thanksgivings.
I'm so unmotivated to go to work.

When the frost is on the punkin...

Then it's officially too cold for me. I'm about to scurry, yes scurry like a little mouse off to work. Yesterday, in my infinite wisdom and forethought, I picked up a dayline for today. I needed to make more money to save up for potentially training for a new job. Then after I got off the phone picking that up I checked my email and saw that no, there will be no training for any new job. Don't now why. Guess they didn't like my interview. I'm coping. Very disappointed. Not liking rejection. Tired of thinking about it, but you know how your mind doesn't just let it go like that. At least I get time and a half for the dayline. Like my dad has reminded me, it's all in God's hands. And like J says, I still have a good job and am fabulously healthy. Always look on the bright side of life, huh Jamie. Still...arg.

Off to work - that is, if I can find my way out of this disaster I call my room. It's reached an all time catastrophe level. Who wants to clean it for me?

Breaking news - there's an onion warning on the interstate. Beware.

Happy Birthday Jamie!

Coincidences/ coincidenci/ coincidi

I feel like everything I write these days is very "this is what I had for lunch" type writing. I kind of feel like not writing until I have something good, but I need to keep at it. Sorry for those who have to suffer through it.

So for lunch today.... Just kidding. I've been having thoughts about coincidences (I think coincidenci sounds much better) lately. I was raised to think that things weren't so much coincidences as from God. If something ever seemed a little odd or too coincidental I would try to see if there was something I needed to learn or some way I could grow from the incident - like God was trying to get my attention. I still don't believe anything happens by chance and do believe that God directs our paths and is ever present in our lives, but sometimes I have a hard time finding the God-ness in what seems like a total random coincidence. And not that God isn't involved in the tiny things of life, I believe He is, but these are just too tiny and silly.

The other day I flew with a guy and we were talking about speaking incorrectly. We discussed how people really shouldn't say "I could care less" because if they could care less it defeats the point they're trying to get across. Then my FO mentioned the phrase 'the proof of the pudding is in the eating'. I've never ever heard this before. I always thought it was 'the proof is in the pudding', not realizing what it meant. Then, not 8 hours later, I'm back home and in the doctor's office for my stupid back. We're discussing chiropractors and his answer as to whether they're really any good is... yes, you guessed it 'the proof of the pudding is in the eating'. I'm just like wtf mate? This may seem really stupid to non word Nazis, but I couldn't believe that I was hearing this twice. We decided that God must be telling me to go buy some pudding on the way home.

Last week I was reading Hemingway. I finished it while I was at home and had another collection of his short stories in my car that I meant to bring with me but forgot when I was hurrying. I was really bummed and was scanning the planes for left books so I wouldn't get bored on my trip. We get to the airport yesterday and as we're waiting 3 hours for the plane someone mentions their lost and found box. I asked if they had any books in there. I'm expecting these dime a dozen action thriller paperbacks. Sometimes I can suffer through them. He said that there were a few but there was only good one. And what does he bring back to me? Hemingway's Farewell to Arms. One that I was very interested in reading. This may not seem that coincidental except that never when you are actually wanting to read someone do you find their books. And a few months ago I probably wouldn't have even been interested in reading Hemingway. Anyway... it's a really good book and I'm pleased that I found it. It's the story of an American ambulance driver who is in the Italian army in WW1. He's falling in love with an English nurse. We'll see what happens...

I'm in Tulsa and have to get up at 6am but am not even tired. I took some ambien but it hasn't done anything for me. Blah. Three more legs and I'm home. Woo hoo.

I had a two hour break in Atlanta tonight and 4 of my passengers from my first flight asked me to eat dinner with them. They're 4 military types, 3 men, 1 lady, on their to Dubai and then one somewhere else for a conference. I've realized that if you're going to go on a date, the airport could possibly be the safest place ever to do it. You're always in wide open public. There's nowhere for someone to run should there be an indiscretion. If it turns out terrible it's pretty easy to lose yourself in the airport. We had a nice, fun dinner though. It's funny cause one of my friends was telling me yesterday that he views every one of my flights like playing the lottery. Every time you get a chance to have someone amazing on there. The odds are kind of like the lottery as well, but every once in a while you win and meet someone cool.

The subject is due to my love for using an i to pluralize words. It makes me happy.

You see the smile that’s on my mouth, it’s hiding the words that won’t come out

All of the great many fascinating things I have to blog about have been one-upped by the phone interview I just did. I wasn't going to write anything on here about my potential job, just because if I don't get it I'm going to be really sad, but you'd all find out anyway. We all know I can't keep my own secrets. I just did a phone interview and I feel like it was awful. One of the questions I didn't even have an answer for, and instead of saying why I didn't have an answer I just said I didn't know. I think I did really well on some of the other ones though... I guess we'll just have to wait and see. You can only expect so much from on the spot question asking. Hopefully they don't make that the be-all end-all of who I am. So far I've had one mini phone interview, filled out a ridiculous assessment, and now had this interview. Hopefully I get another one.

Other than that, I'm back at work now. I basically had 4 days off over the weekend and it was really great. I got to spend time with a lot of different friends and family. I got to have dinner with TanJoe on Thursday and hear about the honeymoon. It sounded like such a good time that I'm thinking about going on one soon. I did lots of errands. Got things taken care of, which always makes me feel good. I saw my family (well what's left of it in Georgia) a couple of times. Mrs. Fields and I made an IKEA run. I found out that one of the reasons my battery barely lasts a day is because I haven't updated it in 5 months so evidently it's still searching for towers that no longer are there. Word to you Verizon users, do your updates. It helps.

The weather has taken a sudden turn toward winter and I'm not really a fan. I actually broke out the hideous work pants for the first time since last winter. I could get another pair that looks better, but I'd really rather not buy more uniform pieces for my current job.

I'm thinking of venturing out into the great unknown of Bloomington. I have 2.5 hours left until I go to the airport and I'm kind of getting tired of breathing hot, dry air.

dreams, books, work

I just had the most bizarre dreams. I don't remember the point exactly. I just remember that we were staying in some really nice hotel. There was an old guy who seemed to have a few young black mistresses or something. There were parrot heads mounted on curved poles used to deliver messages. We were in a field and they were blowing something up so what looked like huge pieces of sidewalk kept flying up in the air. I was afraid they were going to land on my head. A friend of mine that I haven't seen in years was in the dream and we were making drinks that involved icy pops and trash bags... His adult sister was also mad cause she couldn't find all her barbie heels (for actual barbies). I also dreamed it was 8:30am when I woke up, but it was really 10am. I didn't even eat anything before I went to sleep...

I've been reading Hemingway's "Green Hills of Africa" and wonder how much a part that played in my dreams. How bizarre. I don't know if it's because of his writing skill/style, because he was a traveler or because he's in Africa, which I can actually imagine, but I find myself getting very lost in this book. It's odd to sit in the galley on the plane and read and when I stop I feel like I've forgotten where I am and what I'm doing. This is my first Hemingway, as far as I can remember, and I'm enjoying it. It's become almost a Pavlovian response that whenever I see, read, hear the word Africa Toto's "Africa" starts playing in my head. It's a good thing I like the song, otherwise I'd get really annoyed.

Other than that it's all work these days. I did a 2-day Sunday and Monday, came home, did some laundry, repacked, and am doing a ridiculous 3-day now. It's a waste of time. I'm still happy though because it isn't even the first of the month and I've already gotten 3 great swaps. I'm trying to get more hours next month and would rather maximize the days I'm already working instead of picking up extra days of work. So far I've gotten 12 more hours just by swapping. It makes me happy. I'm once again addicted to Flica, but in the long run it makes my life better, so I'm okay with it. For the first time since I started here I'm holding complete weekends off. I like it a lot :-D. I also realized yesterday that despite all that bad stuff I say and feel sometimes, I really like what I do.

Oh yeah, I got my hair cut and colored yesterday. I'm completely dark brown now. I really like it. I'm thinking about changing my color every few months. Probably just because I have short hair and I can and it makes me happy :). Platinum will be coming one of these days...

Currently reading : Green Hills of Africa By Ernest Hemingway

cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies

Just a few things I thought of...

I love king sized beds.

I'm glad the Red Sox won. Though I think the sweep was a bit anti climactic. I would've prefered a little more competition and excitement.

I like wearing jeans to work. They should give us reasons to do it more often. (This month is Breast Cancer Awareness Month and on Fri, Sat, and Sun they give us the option to wear a nice breast cancer shirt and jeans.)

I talked to a Delta flight attendant tonight on one of my flights and his biggest gripe with the job was working with old people. That makes me happy. I hope that soon my biggest gripe can be the age of my fellow crew members.

The world is getting smaller. I met a guy in Florida a while back. He lives in New Hampshire. I live in Georgia. We are talking and discover that his brother lives in Portland, ME and works with my dear Mrs. White. How weird is that?

I already got one swap approved for next month. I'm going to try to work a whole lot. We'll see how that goes. Today was my first day back at work after 9 days off. I guess after I work 11 out of the next 12 days we can talk again about working extra this month.

The temperature in this room is impossible. There isn't a happy medium between hot and cold. Speaking of, I called the hotel and reported the creepy van guy.

I'm le tired.

Oh yeah, I saw a man today with white hair and the craziest, thickest black eyebrows.. I mean eyebrow. Never have I seen such a thorough and insane unibrow. I couldn't stop staring and I wanted to laugh a little :-P.

News flash: I’ll never be a doctor

I learned something new about myself today. I learned that even though my mind doesn't have a problem with blood, stitches, cuts, etc... my stomach does. And evidently it controls the rest of my body. I brought Adri home this morning. While she slept this afternoon her dressings shifted around so we took them off to rearrange them. I've never passed out before so I don't know what it feels like, but I imagine that I was pretty close. I started sweating really bad, even though I was cold, and felt like I was going to fall down. My face was also a very unattractive shade of gray. The cuts actually look really good. I hate that it bothers me, but there was absolutely nothing my mind could do to overcome my body's reaction. This also seems to be something that is worsening with age. I remember when I was little and I use to give my dad his insulin shots and let him prick my finger to test my blood sugar. I also used to get huge amounts of blood drawn on a regular basis. I don't think I could do it now.

That having been said, everything is going well here. Adri is being a really good sport and suffering well. I wish she would realize that she doesn't have to be tough and brave. She's had massive surgery and is allowed to be miserable.

It's kind of fun being up here during the world series. Everyone up here is ridiculously crazy about the Red Sox. Even the nurses at the hospital seem to have arranged their schedules so they could watch the games. They're all in their Sox scrubs with their pins and lanyards. Definitely a good, lively team spirit up here. It's infectious.

The quicker picker upper

I am now in Amherst and have just been educated in the ways of the swiffer. I'm not really sure how I feel about it.

I didn't go to work yesterday. I was pretty much lazy and did a little bit around my room. I did hang out with my family some which was nice. I learned all about the mole from Michal. It's quite fascinating. Today was evidently mole day.

I went to the library and wandered around aimlessly. The one book that I could remember that Christine recommended was not there. It wasn't even in the system. If you read my blog, even if you never comment, I want everyone to leave me a book suggestion comment. Either your favorite book or something you've read recently. I ended up checking out two by Hemingway, one by the lady who wrote "The Secret Life of Bees", and another fiction about Vivaldi.

Tomorrow morning Adri goes under the knife. She's nervous, but I know she's going to be fine. (I checked the books out cause I'm going to be spending a lot of time sitting around waiting.)

It's raining everywhere these days. It's a good thing. I got off the plane in Connecticut wearing short sleeves and flip flops and was actually hot. Not typical late October weather anywhere it seems. I'm looking forward to daylight when I can see how pretty the trees are up here.

I seemed to have skipped blogging about a lot of events lately. It isn't like there hasn't been anything going on. We had the great TanJoe extravaganza on Sunday. It was really beautiful. Good times were had by all (except all the dancing haters I suppose. We didn't want them to have fun anyway.) Most of the other stuff that has been going on in my head lately hasn't really been for public consumption.

Adri keeps thinking tomorrow is Thursday. I think she's trying to make Wednesday be over already. Guess we should get on with it.

online/ real world privacy

I'm currently experimenting with some of the privacy settings here on myspace. Yesterday I received a message from a 15yr old boy who said he was on my flight Jun 8th. I guess it was a somewhere memorable flight due to it being the inaugural SCE-ATL flight. He messaged me and I eventually found out that he had seen my pic on a fellow FA's site and recognized me. I don't mind people, even odd kids from flights I do, being able to find my page on here and reading a little about me. But I don't want them to be able to find out where I live, who my family is, and other potentially harmful info. A few weeks ago I went through my profile and removed a lot of the more personal info about me. Made it a little more general. I tend to open up too easily, which is fine within the "circle of trust" (HAHA), but outside of that I have to make efforts to be more safe and guarded. Trying to find that happy balance.

Tonight I made two photo albums. I like to have mine public in case someone is looking for me and the profile pic doesn't suffice (not everyone can recognize my toes). At the same time, my main concern for privacy on here is for others. Thus the Family/friends album. Only people I know can see that one. We'll see how this works.

I've received two more messages from weird boy.

From: Isaac
Date: Oct 17, 2007 4:07 AM
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: why
Body: How are you doing?? You don't want to talk to me? :)

From: Isaac
Date: Oct 18, 2007 3:52 AM
Subject: :)
Body: So you don't even want to say hello? I'm a nice Christian guy really. You look great in the profile pic...but why did you set them to private? :(


It's quite sad and unfortunate how clueless some people are.

I also had an interesting incident with the van driver from our hotel last night coming into my room to "check on the air conditioner" and then somehow our conversation turning to what kind of wine I like, am I going to bed, and that he thought I wore thigh highs and thongs... Thanks to Peter's encouragement I continue to get more and more irritated by that and think I'm going to call the hotel about it.

I'm tired and should've gone to sleep about 2 hours ago. I'm about to get to it.

I don’t know of any songs about Virginia

I survived my six leg day. I don't know how it happened. Everything was on schedule. We did six flights in just under twelve hours. Skies were bright, fall blue and very clear. I lost my sweater in Tulsa and was shocked by the windy, cool fall weather that greeted me in Atlanta and Asheville. The first three flights of the day were a bit tough due to screaming, crying children, but somehow I managed to be the nicest flight attendant those people have or will ever have :-D. My niceness continued through the day and I had some people actually ask for my name so they could write a letter saying how fabulous I was. I think that God has really helped give me a love for the people I work with. Before I went to work yesterday I read the John Piper daily devotional (which I never do) and it was talking about loving others. "Little children, let us stop saying we love people; let us really love them, and show it by our actions." (1 John 3:18 LB) It's funny cause I had a conversation about this on Sunday with my family. I guess it isn't so much coincidence as it is reinforcement of something I need to be reminded of. I like it. I point out that I was nice, not so much to say how nice I am, but because usually after 4 legs it's impossible for me to be anything but barely polite. It was a good day.

I'm looking forward to going home. Can't wait to see the newlyweds and hear about the honeymoon. My Bonnie young sister will also be home which makes me le happy. It's going to be a busy weekend but should be a lot of fun. I'm working almost all day tomorrow for a caterer I worked for once before. Not too thrilled about working at 7am on Saturday morning but I'm really happy to have the extra money right now.

I just have to add here that this hotel is really stupid. Most hotels these days have wireless internet. Even the crappy ones in Albany, GA do. So you'd think when you stay at a nice "Resort & Conference Center" it would have it. But it doesn't. Internet connection isn't even mentioned in the guide book. I go to the front desk and ask and they say to "just plug in". But they don't have any ethernet cords at the time. I go back this morning and get one and then spend the next 30 min looking for where I'm supposed to "just plug it in". Arg... For being a business hotel it shouldn't be this difficult. Finally, an hour later I find the plug on the back of the little box attached to the bottom of my desk. Then I plug in and see that they want to charge me $9.95 to use it... So I'm billing it to my room :-P.

I had a lot more consequential things to write about but can't remember now. I say that a lot, I know. Did I mention that I'm ready to go home? We have one leg home that gets us into ATL around 5:40pm. Talk about efficient crew use... Don't get me started. Other than thinking about how efficient my company is and how cold my feet are I've been feeling very happy lately. It feels good. I feel loved and it makes me happy to love.

going to the chapel and we’re gonna get married

I have to say that despite me getting stuck with one of the yuckiest trips ever and the week getting off to a bad start I'm loving life today. I'm in the Hampton Inn in SC. There isn't anything around here and we get to stay here until 4pm. I love these hotels though. I love the king size beds. I love pistachios. I love when my family is happy. I love getting pedicures and having perfect bright red toenails.

Amie got married this past weekend. I think I'm still a little bit in denial about it. She's talked about getting married as long as I've known her so I guess it's hard to believe that it's really happened. The wedding was really beautiful, and even though I griped a lot, I was really honored and happy to be in it. The cowboy boots looked awesome (despite all my griping as well :-P). I'll see if I can get some pictures from someone and post them. I think good times were had by all. I'm really happy that she married Jay cause even though part of me feels like I've lost her, I know that in all reality things won't be that much different. I love Jay and am glad we get to keep him :-D.

It was great to see the other parts of my life present at the wedding as well - family and friends. It really makes me happy to be able to bring all my different friends and family together and for them to all become friends and family. (I wrote that thinking of them all getting along with each other, but my friends - third pair now - have literally become friends, then family. Fourth pair is already discussing their wedding reception... Haha.)

Speaking of - now we're gearing up for the great TanJoe extravaganza. It's going to be another fun weekend, despite all those who are giving her grief and being big idiots. I don't understand why some people have to make life so hard on themselves and everyone around them. It's funny how most people err on the side of going along to get along, but others - you can't get them to go along or get along for anything... I don't even want to get started on that. Off my soapbox... The weather has been amazing lately and hopefully it continues to be for another couple of weeks. October is evidently the perfect time to have an outdoor wedding in GA.