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Better Off Not Knowing

I consider myself a frequent flyer since I take to the skies at least once a month, and I’ve always been blissfully unaware of how uncommon “mishaps” are in the skies. And then, I found Aviation Herald which discusses EVERY incident, in detail. Like the guy two days ago who got naked on a US Airways plane from Charlotte to LAX and refused to get dressed again, or the stories of tires blown, and engines shut down mid-flight, and on and on and on.

The thing is, I KNOW there are a lot of flights that land safely every day and that it is by far the safest way to travel. But there’s still something unnatural about it to me (as much as I love it), and there still are all of these odd little strange things happening, that should they ever happen to me, I WILL FREAK OUT to a capacity that has never before been known.

Those of you that read Schnitzel read about the pneumatic line rupture on my landing in Frankfurt last month, and my panic, and how AWFUL I thought it was. And the thing is, THAT didn’t even make AvHerald. I REALLY thought death was imminent, but yet here it was more minor than a naked guy on a plane. If a flight of mine never makes it on AvHerald, I think I will be a happy girl.

Conversation with a Collegue

A conversation at work with a co-worker who is not my boss but who is important enough to boss me around.

Him: I know I was supposed to let you know last week if we’d have room for your presenation, but we do have room if you still want to do it.

Me: Actually, I have meetings the rest of the day and a deadline to meet as well, and I don’t think I can pull anything together by 8 a.m. tomorrow.

Him: Are you sure? We have room for you.

Me: Yes, I’m sure. I must get this deliverable met.

Him: But, it’s not that much work to put together a presenation is it?

Me: Absolutely, yes. I need to pull reports, assemble data - it is a few hours of work at least.

Him: But we have room for you to speak for 10 minutes.

Me: Sorry, I can’t commit to that.

Him: Are you SURE?

Me: Yes. Sorry.

(Five minutes later as the guilt sets in.)

Me: (Knocking on office door) - On second thought, if you really need me to talk, I can work tonight to put something together for tomorrow.

Him: Oh, great! Be sure to get me your slides before you leave today.

Pressure. Gah. And the worst of this is that throughout the year I’ve put together six of these presentations and only actually presented two because there wasn’t enough time for me. A bit of a demotivator, perhaps.

50 Random Questions

Stolen fromĀ  Completely Irrelevant, which I found through Zoot’s comments based on this post.

(And I felt the need to put commentary in italics. Just like this!)

50 Random Questions

1. What color is your toothbrush?
White and green

What a strange first question. And that’s two colors. If I have to say just one, let’s say white.

2. Name one person who made you smile today:
Jenni

I actually smiled at least twice today, but Jenni had the best news so she wins.

3. What were you doing at 8am this morning?
Thinking I should get a move on or else I’d be late.

I was late.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?
Writing my blog.

5. What is your favorite candy bar?
Anything with chocolate. Or candy. Or bars. I’m not picky.

6. Have you ever been to a strip club?
Yes.

I wasn’t working.

7. What is the last thing you said aloud?
“None of your business!”

No, really, that was what I said. It IS your business, that’s why I’m answering this.

8. What is your favorite ice cream?
Not a huge ice cream fan. I prefer my calories to come in liquid beer-shaped form.

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?
Ugh. Brandy.

10. Do you like your wallet?
Love it. Bought it in Italy. It’s a not-really-leather leather product.

11. What was the last thing you ate?
Portuguese food (see last blog entry).

12. Have you bought any new clothing items this week?
No, I don’t shop in Germany because it’s too confusing.

13. The last sporting event you watched?
Uh… um…

I used to be a huge sports junkie. I think there was some kind of rugby something or other on at the Irish bar I went to over the weekend.

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?
Chocolate covered caramel.

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?
Can’t remember last time I sent a text. Does BlackBerry IM count for anything?

16. Ever go camping?
Heck yeah, I lived in Colorado for ten years. I OWN CAMPING.

17. Do you take vitamins daily?
Never.

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?
No.

19. Do you have a tan?
Kinda, but it will be gone in a few days.

20. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza?
Both, please.

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?
Yes. But I call it “pop.”

The soda, not the straw.

22. What did your last text message say?
Er, see #15.

23. What are you doing tomorrow?
Work and lunch with Jenni.

25. Look to your left, what do you see?
A wall.

Painted a lovely tan color from when Travis accidentally spilled a glass of red wine on it and we couldn’t scrub it out so we just painted.

26. What color is your watch?
Silver and brown.

27. What do you think of when you hear Australia?
Vacation.

29. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?
I definitely go in. Trying to order in German over the box is WAY TOO HARD.

30. What is your favorite number?
13

31. Who’s the last person you talked to on the phone?
Andrea.

(Hey, what happened to #32?)

33. How many states have you lived in?
Two, and two countries.

34. Biggest annoyance right now?
The video Travis is watching that sounds like a jackhammer.

Who makes videos like this? And why???

35. Last song listened to?
Me, singing, “How could you be so heartless?”

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards?
I don’t know.

But I guarantee I can get to at least Y.

37. Do you have a maid service clean your house?
No.

38. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?
Flip flops.

39. Are you jealous of anyone?
No.

40. Is anyone jealous of you?
Why wouldn’t they be?

Can I answer a question with a question?

41. Do you love anyone?
Yes.

42. Do any of your friends have children?
Do any of my friends NOT have children?

43. What do you usually do during the day?
Work.

Lame answer I know, but I don’t want to go into it any more.

44. Do you hate anyone that you know right now?
Nope.

As opposed to hating people I don’t know?

45. Do you use the word “hello” daily?
Yes.

Or “Hallo” which (luckily) sounds the same.

46. What color is your car?
Black.

47. Do you like cats?
Yes, some more than others.

48. Are you thinking about someone right now?
Yes, my cat.

(That’s not a someone.)

49. Have you ever been to Six Flags?
Yes.

Didn’t I see that they just went bankrupt? What does that mean? Where does all that stuff go?

50. How did you get your worst scar?
Taking out the garbage.

It had a broken pickle jar in it. The jar totally reached out through the bag and grabbed my calf! Asshole jar.

Love Affair

We ate at a Portuguese restaurant tonight and I realized I might just have a major crush on Portugal. Islands? Check. Mountains? Check. Beaches, wine, brandy, really awesome food? Check.

We’ve been to 18 countries since we got here but not one of them is called PORTUGAL. And now that I’ve had Portuguese food - oh. my. god. yum. - I think I will catch the next plane out.

And to top it off, the island of Madeira came up in a conversation at work, and I think this might be my dream destination. SO, I’m going.

And hoping I can write it off with next year’s taxes. (I mean, we DID talk about it at work, so that makes it a business trip, right?)

(If you agree with me, can I pay you an obnoxiously large amount of money to do my taxes, in which I will be forced to pay the government an amount roughly equal to a small organ to finance?)

This is where I make out with my Blackberry

Yes, I know I’m horribly unhip to have a full-on love affair with my Blackberry (and NOT an iPhone because I don’t HAVE an iPhone), but OH. MY. GOD! Am I happy to have a BB today.

After more than TWO WEEKS out of the office, I’m not digging through hundreds of e-mails. I kept up on EVERY SINGLE ITEM on my vacation. Sure, there are a million and one things to respond to, but at least I’m not digging painfully through each and every response to an issue that was resolved 13 days ago. “Reply to all” needs to be banned from some users, I swear,

Anyway, I’m back at work but kind of depressed about it since this means no more vacation until October when we go to Greece, and - worse still - no more company holidays until CHRISTMAS. You fortunate souls with Labor Day and Thanksgiving still in your future - I’m jealous.

A Little Guilty

We’re leaving for a wedding in L.A. this weekend, and I’m following that up with a quick two day jaunt with my BFF in Las Vegas. I’m slightly guilty because this trip was tacked on at the last minute, and in the meantime I’m cutting short my visit to Iowa from seven days to five.

I know, surely five days in Iowa is PLENTY, right? But I am feeling bad because grandma is still so sick and here I will be off hobnobbing it at the Wynn when I could be bedside at the nursing home feeding her applesauce.

I’m a bad, bad person. I’m trying to justify it by looking at the fact that my BFF really misses me and needs to see me too. (Are you buying that?)

Butterflies

Ok, I know I still have a job and I know that I do a good job at work. But, I still get this uneasy, queasy feeling each and every time my boss says “I need to talk to you for a few minutes.” So now I have the next 30 minutes to go over every possible thing I could have maybe once done wrong and decide if that is coming back to haunt me. Like the time when I worked at Osco drugstore in 12th grade and called in sick to go to the senior keg! Oh. My. God. I knew this day would come back to haunt me.

When You’re Talking in Your Sleep

I’ve shared plenty of sleepwalking/talking/etc stories in the past, but last night we had a fun one. Rumor has it* I got up, went to the overhead light switch and turned it on, and then, when Travis said “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” as he rolled over and shielded his eyes, I giggled in a nasty little “I’m the devil, why, what are you doing?” way, turned it off, and went back to bed.

And then, as the story goes**, I let him sleep for another hour or so, then got up, went to his side of the bed and turned the fan off, and returned to my side of the bed with a big sigh. He thought I must have been cold, but since it was 97 degrees in the room he turned it back on after a few minutes.

* Clearly a malicious rumor.
** And an unlikely story. This guy is totally out to slander me.

Scratching my head…

People would actually DO THIS?

Celebrating

Travis and I have always been big celebrators of the holiday of Cinco de Mayo. Well, “big” as in we like to go out and drink margaritas together. So, last night on the way home from the work, I stopped at the gas station intending to clear them out of anything remotely Mexican related. I was surprised to find tortilla chips (even Doritos are rare here) and snatched them up, along with “hot” salsa (kind of tasted like chunky ketchup). Then off to the liquor aisle where I plucked the last bottle of tequila off of the shelf.

Yes! Tequila at a gas station! Back home we can only buy it in liquor stores.

And did I mention that the tequila was almost $40? Oh, I didn’t? That’s right. Because I’m STILL CRYING OVER THAT FACT.

Anyway, I got home and we made ghetto burritos and drank tequila shots and ate weird tortillas with ketchup. Probably the strangest Cinco de Mayo yet.



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