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wendymay
May 13, 2006
Time to go home soon.. it's been wonderful and it feels like I just left yeaterday not a year and a half ago....
Here's my journal from the plane ride over:
Plane Blog
Air Tran flight 55 ATL->LAX.
Listening to David Gray sing from my ipod and flying over Mississippi... lulled into a sleep from the soothing tones on my ipod, I was jarred awake by a live track that had cheering and whooping... I popped my eyes opened and jolted in my seat thinking the plane was going down.. All is well, but adenaline is flowing.
A little guy in the row next to me has been screaming from exhaustion now and then... his poor mom should have really bought another seat for him, he's two and can't understand why he has to stay in her lap for five hours in a completely full flight.
Mom said to me yesterday that she admired me after watching Oprah the other day about single women in their thirties... That they feel this pressure to marry and when they do they lose themselves in the other person. I am happy to my own girl. (Is anyone else worried about the power of Oprah?!?!)
I have been feeling tubby recently and being less vigilant about WW... and I have been staying about the same even though I need to push on to goal... There's no food on AirTran, which is good and bad. I didn't pack snacks so I will probably be starving when I land... but good because I don't have to eat the unhealthy airplane food.
Right now I am flying over my old home... the mighty, muddy Mississippi River. I am, as a general rule over sentimental. I've said it before, the things I've loved, even if the relationships over, I always love them. Like my Commodore 64. We really don't speak--but i will always love SpyHunter and Bruce Lee. I look back on my life and feel these twinges of nostaglia.. Often I find I view my past with rose colored glasses. When I left LA, I felt so ready to get out-- until my goodbye party when I had so much fun, I wanted to stay!! Since I've left I've missed it and my friends so much. I am excited to get back on the 10 and see the skyline and the sign for the 101 freeway. Freeway! I haven't said that in a year! It's all interstates in Alabama.
Billy Joel is on now and I think I can manage to close my eyes again and try to nap. I didn't get very much sleep yesterday after working twelve hours, driving home, packing, and driving three hours to the airport to make a 9am flight.
I met a really nice woman at the airport who is in her second year of med school... She lives in LA and is visiting a friend from elementary school to relax. I got her through check in and she got me a seat on the flight.. (The gate guy told her she had the last seat, and she said, oh.. but we're together! he said he could get us both on, though not sitting together, We grinned in the shared strange instant comraderie forged by navagating the airport together trying to leave the stormy South for SoCal sun... )
Some bug bit me in three places on my arm and hand last night. At first it itched wildly and looked like a mosquito bite. Then this morning, the whole area was swollen and where I was bit was little fluid filled bubbles, Now it's turned into a red welt looking thing... What the hell bit me, I wonder?!?!? One of the bites on my hand is right where the little finger meets the ring finger--a very inconvient place to get bitten. Yeowsa.
The little guy that was screaming is now flinging himself into the woman with the seat in front of them.. She is looking more and more deperately pissed off. Her daughter/clone next to her keeps doing the uebersigh and glare... i can't blame them-I'd be miserable if that kid was kicking my seat the whole flight.
The flight attendant is from hammersmith. He called me "luv". I thought he was gay, i think he's just European... always such a hard call and I find them both really attractive... :)
Okay, I am going to try to wrote about something that I haven't fully formed an opinion on about people I don't know-- so it is most likely completely wrong. I was thinking about Rosie O'Donnell this morning and her mad crush on Tom Cruise... Leaving aside that she's gay.. I always wondered if she were thin if it would have been okay for her to have such a mad crush on him. When I was huge it was safe for me to flirt because being chubby it was harmless. When I first started losing weight and people took me up on my flirting it was a total shock. It's not so much anymore.
Almost to California! i got a few naps in... with the head bobbing when you fall asleep. I hate when I do that.
It reminded me of traveling with Justin by bus in Scotland. It was a wet day and they had the vent open so we were getting a bit of rain in now and then... a light misting... we were sleeping leaning on each other.. and suddenly I felt a little river of wetness down my arm. I peeped with one eye and saw Justin drooling all over me in his sleep. I don't think I've drooled on anyone this flight.
Here's my journal from the plane ride over:
Plane Blog
Air Tran flight 55 ATL->LAX.
Listening to David Gray sing from my ipod and flying over Mississippi... lulled into a sleep from the soothing tones on my ipod, I was jarred awake by a live track that had cheering and whooping... I popped my eyes opened and jolted in my seat thinking the plane was going down.. All is well, but adenaline is flowing.
A little guy in the row next to me has been screaming from exhaustion now and then... his poor mom should have really bought another seat for him, he's two and can't understand why he has to stay in her lap for five hours in a completely full flight.
Mom said to me yesterday that she admired me after watching Oprah the other day about single women in their thirties... That they feel this pressure to marry and when they do they lose themselves in the other person. I am happy to my own girl. (Is anyone else worried about the power of Oprah?!?!)
I have been feeling tubby recently and being less vigilant about WW... and I have been staying about the same even though I need to push on to goal... There's no food on AirTran, which is good and bad. I didn't pack snacks so I will probably be starving when I land... but good because I don't have to eat the unhealthy airplane food.
Right now I am flying over my old home... the mighty, muddy Mississippi River. I am, as a general rule over sentimental. I've said it before, the things I've loved, even if the relationships over, I always love them. Like my Commodore 64. We really don't speak--but i will always love SpyHunter and Bruce Lee. I look back on my life and feel these twinges of nostaglia.. Often I find I view my past with rose colored glasses. When I left LA, I felt so ready to get out-- until my goodbye party when I had so much fun, I wanted to stay!! Since I've left I've missed it and my friends so much. I am excited to get back on the 10 and see the skyline and the sign for the 101 freeway. Freeway! I haven't said that in a year! It's all interstates in Alabama.
Billy Joel is on now and I think I can manage to close my eyes again and try to nap. I didn't get very much sleep yesterday after working twelve hours, driving home, packing, and driving three hours to the airport to make a 9am flight.
I met a really nice woman at the airport who is in her second year of med school... She lives in LA and is visiting a friend from elementary school to relax. I got her through check in and she got me a seat on the flight.. (The gate guy told her she had the last seat, and she said, oh.. but we're together! he said he could get us both on, though not sitting together, We grinned in the shared strange instant comraderie forged by navagating the airport together trying to leave the stormy South for SoCal sun... )
Some bug bit me in three places on my arm and hand last night. At first it itched wildly and looked like a mosquito bite. Then this morning, the whole area was swollen and where I was bit was little fluid filled bubbles, Now it's turned into a red welt looking thing... What the hell bit me, I wonder?!?!? One of the bites on my hand is right where the little finger meets the ring finger--a very inconvient place to get bitten. Yeowsa.
The little guy that was screaming is now flinging himself into the woman with the seat in front of them.. She is looking more and more deperately pissed off. Her daughter/clone next to her keeps doing the uebersigh and glare... i can't blame them-I'd be miserable if that kid was kicking my seat the whole flight.
The flight attendant is from hammersmith. He called me "luv". I thought he was gay, i think he's just European... always such a hard call and I find them both really attractive... :)
Okay, I am going to try to wrote about something that I haven't fully formed an opinion on about people I don't know-- so it is most likely completely wrong. I was thinking about Rosie O'Donnell this morning and her mad crush on Tom Cruise... Leaving aside that she's gay.. I always wondered if she were thin if it would have been okay for her to have such a mad crush on him. When I was huge it was safe for me to flirt because being chubby it was harmless. When I first started losing weight and people took me up on my flirting it was a total shock. It's not so much anymore.
Almost to California! i got a few naps in... with the head bobbing when you fall asleep. I hate when I do that.
It reminded me of traveling with Justin by bus in Scotland. It was a wet day and they had the vent open so we were getting a bit of rain in now and then... a light misting... we were sleeping leaning on each other.. and suddenly I felt a little river of wetness down my arm. I peeped with one eye and saw Justin drooling all over me in his sleep. I don't think I've drooled on anyone this flight.
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