Friday!!! Technically, I am posting this on Friday because it is after midnight but I doubt I will get it linked up until much later. Unless I keep my computer on and maybe will be reminded before I leave in the morning.
I have to get up early because I have an hour and half drive to a
Freedom Conference!! And I have to get up extra early to get my quiet time in and check in with my #hellomornings group. And my parents and nephew are down for the weekend. Busy. Busy. Busy. And hubs is coming home.
I took a quick peek ahead and saw #5 so I need to get started quickly; this is going to be a long post.
1. Where do you hide the reeeally good snacks?
In the cabinet, top shelf, far back. No one else can reach it and they can't see it either. Unless it's a reallly good snack, then it's hidden in my cd box on my computer desk. That's where my Lara bars are.
2. Do u keep your vehicle clean or am I the only one who has things falling out of their van?
Some weeks it seems like we live in our van, so yes, there might be things falling out at times. I do clean it out at least once a week. Not deep cleaning like vacuuming but a good pick up.
3. Have you ever been to Vegas?
Not yet. But hubs has been and keeps saying he is going to take me. He is a truck driver and now drives a route Florida to California and back. I've never been west of Mississippi so I am hoping to actually go along with him sometime. If and when I do, we are making a detour.
4. Warm room light blankets or cold room warm snuggly blanket?
Cool room, warm blankets. I don't like the room really cold though. And a slight breeze. Even if the room is hot, I have to at least have a sheet on me - I need to feel the weight of something.
5. What is the worst airplane/flying experience you've ever had?
Oh. My. Word. Do you really want to me to relive this? Okay, here goes. I will try to make this short. I am 21 and flying back from Detroit with a six month old. It is Christmas Day and the only reason I am leaving my in-laws early is because I had started a job with a bank a few months before and their policy was anyone that didn't show up after the holiday was fired. I flew back with the baby because I didn't want hubs to drive 12 hrs back home alone with her.
So we are on this itty, bitty commuter plane that only seats like fourteen (I get claustrophobic easily so this was Warning Sign #1) and we are running at least 30 minutes late because the wings keep freezing up and the runway guys have to keep coming out and spraying them down to unfreeze them. Warning sign #2. Finally, we take off. A severe snowstorm was coming and we hit EVERY air pocket and with a little plane, you feel it. I remember clutching Megan's car carrier and praying with my eyes closed that if God allowed me to live through that flight I would not ever get back on a plane. (btw, I actually kept that promise for a very long time and when I did fly next, it was a last resort) I remember a stewardess asked me if I was okay and I nodded without opening my eyes. We finally arrived in Cleveland. Or was it Cincinnati? Where ever it was, it was COLD. The plane was almost an hour late and we missed our connecting flight.
The airline at least put us up in a motel and then the shuttle was to bring us back early the next morning to get another flight out. Which would be okay, except remember I was flying with a baby? I only had one diaper left, and one bottle left. And I wore contacts that needed to be taken out nightly and everything I needed was in my luggage which the airline kept in baggage claim. But it was late and I was exhausted. I remember a nice lady gave me a diaper, way too big for Megan but I made it work. Thankfully, she was a great baby and must've realized somehow that if she started cry, I would too. And I am sure I could've out-cried her because on top of everything going wrong, I was worried I would lose my job. This is before cell phones and I had no way of calling my employer. I did call my parents (collect) because they were supposed to be picking me up on the other end and my mom was going to call into work for me the next morning.
We finally get settled into the motel. It was a little after midnight and we had to catch the shuttle back at 5 am. We just fell on the bed, and immediately fell asleep. Then about 1:30 am I heard loud banging in the hallway. Geesh. Then I heard yelling. I opened up the door. Employees were running up and down the hallway evacuating the hotel. The kitchen had caught on fire and we all had to get out. They got the fire under so we weren't in terrible danger but still, I only had less than two hours of sleep. The shuttle came on and picked us up and we got to sleep in the airport on those uncomfortable chairs. At least the did upgrade my ticket to first class but all I remember about flying first class was getting a pillow and sleeping the whole flight back home.
Oh, and I didn't lose my job at least. In fact, I was told that since a snow storm was coming into Detroit, I would've have been excused anyway and could've just rode back home with hubs. GRRR.
