So, this week, I have taken on a new challenge of keeping my friend kasey’s little yorkie, Dixie. Dixie is absolutely the easiest dog in the world. I mean, basically, she sleeps, eats, needs to be taken out a few times a day, and needs some loving and attention… do all these things, and you are golden… but I thought I’d provide you all with a few laughs, as I am so not used to dogs in my house and probably did a few things dixie’s mom doesn’t do, haha.
So, one of the main reasons why I was able to take care of Dixie this week is because I am in town and do not have any visits. Today was my first full day with her, and I think I took her out every two hours, haha. My mom informed me that was too much, but I say there is never too much when you are taking care of an animal that may have an accident in your house. (Note: If she did, I would be totally fine, but I don’t see anything wrong with trying to prevent one.) Our community does not have the little doggie “poo” trash bags, so I’ve been using my old grocery bags = those things come in good use. I’ve picked up more poo in the past 36 hours than ever in my life, haha.
So, Kasey said to leave Dixie in a confined area with her food and water close by (when I left the house), so tonight I had bible study and I was going to the gym afterwards. So, I laid a blanket over the couch, put her on the couch, and then put her food and water on the coffee table, right up against the couch… looked like a perfect setup to me. You see… I don’t have any closed off areas downstairs, I don’t have a doggie/baby gate, all the upstairs is carpeted, and I didn’t want to leave her in a room with a door shut. I even left the TV on for her, so she could watch So You Think You Can Dance, haha. I came home to a cute little dog quite comfy on the couch and she had eaten some of her food and had some water, all worked out well.
Today, I wanted to get out of the house for a minute, and not look at reports or training, so we took a little walk down my road, she is too cute. Who knew my neighborhood had so many people with dogs, haha.
I’ll update more later, if I have any interesting stories of my week with a dog.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
my coordinators in salisbury, md are a-mazing
so, with all this change coming to quintiles (they are trying to make all the monitor more localized to a specific region) i am losing pretty much all of my sites that i have developed relationships with. i am very sad about this, because i value the relationships i form at my sites. if you develop relationships with your coordinators, they want to do things for you, when you ask them, and it makes my trips much more enjoyable if i am going to visit coordinators that are easy to work with. sometimes, i get really lucky and the coordinators and i get along so well that we go out to dinner, we talk about our personal lives, and becomes friends - that is what i have found in salisbury, md!!!
i told my coordinators in salisbury, md (erica, megan, kathy, and christina) at the last visit that this visit would probably be my last (i am still holding out hope, that maybe it won't be), so we all planned to go out to dinner. we went to market st to eat tonight and i enjoyed my last dinner with them. the last time i was here, we all went to texas roadhouse. i am going to miss coming to this site and hearing stories about erica's adorable children, megan's pregnancy, crazy kathy fiddler, and joking around with them in general. they actually made traveling not seem so bad. i hope the new monitor appreciates what a great site they are getting.
i told my coordinators in salisbury, md (erica, megan, kathy, and christina) at the last visit that this visit would probably be my last (i am still holding out hope, that maybe it won't be), so we all planned to go out to dinner. we went to market st to eat tonight and i enjoyed my last dinner with them. the last time i was here, we all went to texas roadhouse. i am going to miss coming to this site and hearing stories about erica's adorable children, megan's pregnancy, crazy kathy fiddler, and joking around with them in general. they actually made traveling not seem so bad. i hope the new monitor appreciates what a great site they are getting.
a saduko partner, a very hot guy at 6 am
it is amazing how many interesting people i meet on the plane. last thursday i was on my way home from a site visit in connecticut and an older gentleman sat down beside of me. we started chatting, and he mentioned the church he attends in charlotte. i told him that i actually visited that church first when i moved to charlotte. somehow we ended doing a saduko puzzle together - it was hilarious. would you believe that we could not figure out the easiest one without a little assistance, haha.
i also met a very cute guy a few weeks back from charlotte on his way to san francisco. we had some great conversation, and talked about our walks with God and i am here to tell you, if i could see him again, it would be a-mazing. too bad when we landed in atlanta, i was in such a hurry. i had to take off running to make my connection to panama city.
sometimes i meet the most amazing people on planes, other times i meet annoying, smelling people. my travel experiences are definitely interesting.
i also met a very cute guy a few weeks back from charlotte on his way to san francisco. we had some great conversation, and talked about our walks with God and i am here to tell you, if i could see him again, it would be a-mazing. too bad when we landed in atlanta, i was in such a hurry. i had to take off running to make my connection to panama city.
sometimes i meet the most amazing people on planes, other times i meet annoying, smelling people. my travel experiences are definitely interesting.
a slit that kept growing
so, two weeks ago i was running a little late heading to the airport, the weather was not on my side either... it was pouring rain. i arrive at business valet approximately 57 minutes before my flight, yikes. i step out and the little lady is new = not good. but when i go to step out, my skirt that originally had a 1.5 inch slit, now has a 5 inch slit = holy cow, what in the world do you do. i had no time to turn around and go home, i seriously was so mortified. i immediately put my purse in front of my skirt and carried on. i searched in every store in the airport for an emergency sewing kit or safety pin, but what was i thinking, that would be considered a weapon... no go. the charlotte airport doesn't sell clothing, so i am starting to panic. then, i remember that the philly airport has an airport mall, and i am connecting there. so, when i land, i run to gap. i ask the nice lady in there for a size 8, black skirt immediately. i put it on, and walk out with the tags ripped off. she says, "are you flexible?" the sensor is still on my skirt... i have like 1o minutes to make it to my gate (through two terminals) and i have to jump up on the counter to get the sensor off the skirt. i pay and off i go. they actually paged me, last boarding call - so i just barely made it. what a day.
to make the day even more interesting, two of my friends had an engagement party i was trying to get back to that evening, and i got delayed in philly on the way home and didn't make it:( so much fun traveling i tell you.
to make the day even more interesting, two of my friends had an engagement party i was trying to get back to that evening, and i got delayed in philly on the way home and didn't make it:( so much fun traveling i tell you.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
6 hours worth of delays and i've been in three states in one day
so, last night i decided that i would try this whole carry on luggage thing and not check my bag. i'm thinking this can't be that hard, but oh my was it ever! i mean, it is nearly impossible for me to cram all my liquid items in a one quart bag (i left my shampoo/conditioner/body wash at home) and still my ziploc baggie is popping open, haha. i bought some no name hairspray and the smallest shaving cream known to man, put my facewash in a tiny little bottle, my perfume is in a tiny little tube, my concealer, mascara, face lotion, benzyl peroxide, and toothpaste had to come...how does it all fit. somehow i managed. probably won't be doing this again, just saying.
so, my day started around 5:20 am. i get to the airport this morning and my first flight from charlotte to bradley (hartford) left relatively close to on time and then i went to my site. it was located in downtown manchester, connecticut. i couldn't find anywhere to park, except main street (a downtown area) and there were signs that read, "free parking, two hours." i was thinking i am not sure how long i will be at my site, but probably not much longer than two hours due to the fact that i had to get back to the airport. i went to my visit, in which, the SC then watched me monitor (very strange) and hardly had anything entered into our electronic data capture system, but still managed to get finished in about 3 hours. i walk down and get in my car and realize about a minute down the road, that i have a parking ticket. the CT police have given me a $10 parking ticket!
i head to the airport to catch my flight to philly to get to salisbury, and all the fun begins. my flight was delayed 2 hours. we finally board the plane and i immediately fall asleep. i sleep through some of the drama, but i wake up after we have been on the plane for an hour and realize that we are still near the gate, we haven't even pushed back, FUN, not. the pilot says, the ground stop has been lifted, so we are clear, we are going to push back and get out of here ASAP, air traffic control has given us a time of wheels up at 6:15pm. (note: original flight should have left at 3:40pm, then the first delay was 5:00pm). so, we taxi out and we are like next in line to take off, and the pilot comes over the intercom and says, bad news: another ground stop in philly, at least an hour delay... so we go nowhere. so, around 7:15 we finally take off and land in philly at 8pm, whew, four hours of delays, not fun.
when i landed in philly, i get off the plane and realize that my salisbury, md flight left me. i am hoping and about to go into some serious prayer that there will be another flight to salisbury tonight. luckily there is an 8:50pm. the us airways staff was not very helpful to me, but i am an old pro, so it didn't stress me out that much. then we get on the plane for salisbury and that flight wasn't necessarily delayed, but traffic was backed up so we waited forever to take off.
when i landed in salisbury, finally, i realized that the heartz representative decided she was tired of waiting on me, how kind. avis only had one car left so i took it.
i am super tired now, finally i am at my hotel. goodnight folks.
so, my day started around 5:20 am. i get to the airport this morning and my first flight from charlotte to bradley (hartford) left relatively close to on time and then i went to my site. it was located in downtown manchester, connecticut. i couldn't find anywhere to park, except main street (a downtown area) and there were signs that read, "free parking, two hours." i was thinking i am not sure how long i will be at my site, but probably not much longer than two hours due to the fact that i had to get back to the airport. i went to my visit, in which, the SC then watched me monitor (very strange) and hardly had anything entered into our electronic data capture system, but still managed to get finished in about 3 hours. i walk down and get in my car and realize about a minute down the road, that i have a parking ticket. the CT police have given me a $10 parking ticket!
i head to the airport to catch my flight to philly to get to salisbury, and all the fun begins. my flight was delayed 2 hours. we finally board the plane and i immediately fall asleep. i sleep through some of the drama, but i wake up after we have been on the plane for an hour and realize that we are still near the gate, we haven't even pushed back, FUN, not. the pilot says, the ground stop has been lifted, so we are clear, we are going to push back and get out of here ASAP, air traffic control has given us a time of wheels up at 6:15pm. (note: original flight should have left at 3:40pm, then the first delay was 5:00pm). so, we taxi out and we are like next in line to take off, and the pilot comes over the intercom and says, bad news: another ground stop in philly, at least an hour delay... so we go nowhere. so, around 7:15 we finally take off and land in philly at 8pm, whew, four hours of delays, not fun.
when i landed in philly, i get off the plane and realize that my salisbury, md flight left me. i am hoping and about to go into some serious prayer that there will be another flight to salisbury tonight. luckily there is an 8:50pm. the us airways staff was not very helpful to me, but i am an old pro, so it didn't stress me out that much. then we get on the plane for salisbury and that flight wasn't necessarily delayed, but traffic was backed up so we waited forever to take off.
when i landed in salisbury, finally, i realized that the heartz representative decided she was tired of waiting on me, how kind. avis only had one car left so i took it.
i am super tired now, finally i am at my hotel. goodnight folks.
Monday, June 29, 2009
june has been absolutely crazy
so, quintiles requires us to have so many visits a month, and april and may i was short (we have a quarter to make up for slow months) so june was my month to make up for visits for quarter 2. i've been doing a lot of day visits, as i hate being gone here lately. here are some things to remember: don't get to the airport 27 minutes before your scheduled departure, you'll be running to your gate and your bag will be in an overhead bin totally far away from you, another thing, don't think you can fly standby without paying change fees the day before... stories to follow.
so, a few weeks ago, i had a three day, possibly four day visit in jacksonville, florida. i got finished early, but had booked my trip for four days. so i went to JAX and wanted to fly standby (with my status that normally doesn't cost any money - to most it is a minimum $150 change fee), but because it was not on the same day as my original ticket, i was there a day early, they charged me the fee, plus the change in fare... (side note: i had already changed my flight on sunday to monday due to a migraine headache, another $150). i begged and pleaded with the us air people, even spoke to a manager, but i got nowhere.... these airline attendants do not budge. can i just get on my soapbox, here. why is it that they can charge us all these change fees, but they can change our flights without any notice, cancel our flights, and we get nothing... i think it is so unfair. i could complain all day or offer my opinion on why i think the airlines rip customers off, but it will do no good, what started out as a $617 flight, ended up being a $1000 trip.
this past saturday i spent the day with one of my good friends michele at bridal mart, we spent about 5 hours there... can i just say that bridal mart is like a zoo.... the fitting room is like a large hallway, with no curtains or doors - so you are totally exposed, haha. you can take 3 dresses back at a time. one bride stole one of the dresses michele had back there to try on, so we had to watch her like a hawk to get it back... craziness. the bridesmiad's dresses were "organized" by designer and not by size which i hated, but i don't think one was decided on... it is ok though, we have time, the wedding isn't until september 18, 2010. the consultants weren't really a big help at this place either, at least at david's bridal, they take care of their dresses - the consultants get the dresses for you, not here, dresses are a free for all.
on saturday night i went to a toga party, can't say i ever went to one of those in college. we made a little scavenger hunt to spice the party up, molly won the scavenger hunt, fun times. she was so good. one of the things on the list was have a cop handcuff you, one guy at the party bought into this and totally embarrassed me, you had to be there, but lee, charlie, and molly saw it and let's just say that we all know why i am not a big flirt, my face turned 900 shades of red. i laughed so hard at the situation.
i'm going to try and update my blog more often. i've been so busy lately, it has been so hard.
happy 4th everyone, i'll be at the outer banks, so i'm sure i'll have a story or two. first, i got to cherry hill tomorrow.
so, a few weeks ago, i had a three day, possibly four day visit in jacksonville, florida. i got finished early, but had booked my trip for four days. so i went to JAX and wanted to fly standby (with my status that normally doesn't cost any money - to most it is a minimum $150 change fee), but because it was not on the same day as my original ticket, i was there a day early, they charged me the fee, plus the change in fare... (side note: i had already changed my flight on sunday to monday due to a migraine headache, another $150). i begged and pleaded with the us air people, even spoke to a manager, but i got nowhere.... these airline attendants do not budge. can i just get on my soapbox, here. why is it that they can charge us all these change fees, but they can change our flights without any notice, cancel our flights, and we get nothing... i think it is so unfair. i could complain all day or offer my opinion on why i think the airlines rip customers off, but it will do no good, what started out as a $617 flight, ended up being a $1000 trip.
this past saturday i spent the day with one of my good friends michele at bridal mart, we spent about 5 hours there... can i just say that bridal mart is like a zoo.... the fitting room is like a large hallway, with no curtains or doors - so you are totally exposed, haha. you can take 3 dresses back at a time. one bride stole one of the dresses michele had back there to try on, so we had to watch her like a hawk to get it back... craziness. the bridesmiad's dresses were "organized" by designer and not by size which i hated, but i don't think one was decided on... it is ok though, we have time, the wedding isn't until september 18, 2010. the consultants weren't really a big help at this place either, at least at david's bridal, they take care of their dresses - the consultants get the dresses for you, not here, dresses are a free for all.
on saturday night i went to a toga party, can't say i ever went to one of those in college. we made a little scavenger hunt to spice the party up, molly won the scavenger hunt, fun times. she was so good. one of the things on the list was have a cop handcuff you, one guy at the party bought into this and totally embarrassed me, you had to be there, but lee, charlie, and molly saw it and let's just say that we all know why i am not a big flirt, my face turned 900 shades of red. i laughed so hard at the situation.
i'm going to try and update my blog more often. i've been so busy lately, it has been so hard.
happy 4th everyone, i'll be at the outer banks, so i'm sure i'll have a story or two. first, i got to cherry hill tomorrow.
Monday, June 1, 2009
what not to do
so, sunday i was at the lake with friends, and i surely didn't want to leave, but as you know it, i had to fly out - one of my sites is being audited = no fun. i had a flight to catch at 8pm to salisbury, maryland. i knew i had a good 3.5 to 4 hour drive ahead of me to get back to charlotte, so off i go around 12:30ish from the lake. i finally make it to my house around 4:30 - what a long drive by yourself. HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I HATE DRIVING BY MYSELF? could it be more boring, haha. i am thinking, oh my gosh, i have to pack and get to my grandfather's to see him before i leave, how do i do all this. (oh a day in my life, haha.)
so, i pack up my stuff and get done by like 5ish on the dot, head out to lincolnton (a 30 min drive) and get to Pop's around 5:30pm and to my surprise my daddy is there too, woohoo. i get to see my dad and grandfather in one trip. pop had some items he wanted me to look over, and we chatted about my fun weekend at the lake, and before i knew it was 6:26pm, YIKES - get to the airport. so, i hop back in the car and book it to the airport. i had to get to the us airways counter by 7:15pm to check my bag. when i get to the business vallet location, the shuttle driver is MIA -what the heck. of all times, could they find someone else, i am flipping out. my watch says 7:09 pm. so, finally here comes this old man (who apparently had to use the bathroom - i mean, you can't blame the poor man) walking slow as ever... i basically beg him to speed to get us to the counter. i think i got to the counter at 7:12pm, whew, just under the deadline.
so, i made it to salisbury, md safely last night (not after some rocky turbulence - more than normal), but nothing i can't handle - i slept through most of it.
i'm in salisbury til wednesday. i come home wednesday night, then off to jacksonville thursday during the day. friday is brad paisley, woohoo, then saturday is joy's wedding - busy busy, but i wouldn't have it any other way!!!
so, i pack up my stuff and get done by like 5ish on the dot, head out to lincolnton (a 30 min drive) and get to Pop's around 5:30pm and to my surprise my daddy is there too, woohoo. i get to see my dad and grandfather in one trip. pop had some items he wanted me to look over, and we chatted about my fun weekend at the lake, and before i knew it was 6:26pm, YIKES - get to the airport. so, i hop back in the car and book it to the airport. i had to get to the us airways counter by 7:15pm to check my bag. when i get to the business vallet location, the shuttle driver is MIA -what the heck. of all times, could they find someone else, i am flipping out. my watch says 7:09 pm. so, finally here comes this old man (who apparently had to use the bathroom - i mean, you can't blame the poor man) walking slow as ever... i basically beg him to speed to get us to the counter. i think i got to the counter at 7:12pm, whew, just under the deadline.
so, i made it to salisbury, md safely last night (not after some rocky turbulence - more than normal), but nothing i can't handle - i slept through most of it.
i'm in salisbury til wednesday. i come home wednesday night, then off to jacksonville thursday during the day. friday is brad paisley, woohoo, then saturday is joy's wedding - busy busy, but i wouldn't have it any other way!!!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
a busy week
so, sunday i worked in the nursery at my church for the first time, what a huge blessing. having all the 18 month to 24 month olds love on me - well walk and climb on me in a tiny little room was so much fun. at first i had 9 of them in the room, all by myself, and then finally they brought in some reinforcement (just some help.) after that, i went home for a cookout with the family, which was so good for us, after the sudden death of my grandmother last week, we needed to rally together and try to have a good time and not be sad. my grandfather was even able to tell us about their first date without crying which was precious. i then headed back to charlotte and went over to christine's for "sunday funday!" since it was raining no park activities... we decided to play dominoes. who knew dominoes could be so much fun! i needed this so much, as i had had such a rough week the week before. i had to head to the airport to go to salisbury, md for work on sunday, so off i went.
i knew that monday morning when i called my grandparent's house and my grandmother wasn't there that would be rough for me, it was, but my grandfather was precious. he has tried to be both mom and pop - asking about the flight and trying to keep up with my schedule. my coordinator's in salisbury got me a daily devotional on how to deal with grieving, it was so special that they did that for me. i came home from salisbury on tuesday night.
on wednesday morning i had plans to meet a wish kid at the airport, then i met kasey for lunch, and then i had to catch a flight to richmond to go to the jason aldean concert in richmond with my study coordinator - whew what a busy day! so, i met little stephen who was so excited about going to the coca-cola 600 and to meet tony stewart! (this was kind of emotional for me, as my grandmother was a huge tony stewart fan.) i am not sure exactly what stephen's condition was, but he was too cute. after meeting him, i went to meet kasey and we got to talking... next thing i know i have like 15 minutes to get to the airport, oops. i get to the airport with 7 minutes to spare, wow. i get to richmond, and my SC picks me up for the concert. we went to the jason aldean concert, what fun - he played all the songs i love. then lisa and i went to the ale house in richmond to get a bite to eat, yummy!!!
yesterday, i monitored in richmond all day, then flew home and met kasey and jillian for dinner at big daddy's. after dinner, christine and i went to speedstreet to meet lee, carmen, and charlie to hear the group that sings, "poison," haha - but we didn't hear them because lee and them actually decided they wanted to go to buckhead and christine's show broke, oops - party foul.
today, i was supposed to go to florence, but i just couldn't do it, i felt horrible this morning, so i stayed in the office to get caught up. tonight, i'm going to hang out with friends in downtown charlotte, but not before i go see POP (my grandfather.)
i knew that monday morning when i called my grandparent's house and my grandmother wasn't there that would be rough for me, it was, but my grandfather was precious. he has tried to be both mom and pop - asking about the flight and trying to keep up with my schedule. my coordinator's in salisbury got me a daily devotional on how to deal with grieving, it was so special that they did that for me. i came home from salisbury on tuesday night.
on wednesday morning i had plans to meet a wish kid at the airport, then i met kasey for lunch, and then i had to catch a flight to richmond to go to the jason aldean concert in richmond with my study coordinator - whew what a busy day! so, i met little stephen who was so excited about going to the coca-cola 600 and to meet tony stewart! (this was kind of emotional for me, as my grandmother was a huge tony stewart fan.) i am not sure exactly what stephen's condition was, but he was too cute. after meeting him, i went to meet kasey and we got to talking... next thing i know i have like 15 minutes to get to the airport, oops. i get to the airport with 7 minutes to spare, wow. i get to richmond, and my SC picks me up for the concert. we went to the jason aldean concert, what fun - he played all the songs i love. then lisa and i went to the ale house in richmond to get a bite to eat, yummy!!!
yesterday, i monitored in richmond all day, then flew home and met kasey and jillian for dinner at big daddy's. after dinner, christine and i went to speedstreet to meet lee, carmen, and charlie to hear the group that sings, "poison," haha - but we didn't hear them because lee and them actually decided they wanted to go to buckhead and christine's show broke, oops - party foul.
today, i was supposed to go to florence, but i just couldn't do it, i felt horrible this morning, so i stayed in the office to get caught up. tonight, i'm going to hang out with friends in downtown charlotte, but not before i go see POP (my grandfather.)
a tribute to my grandmother
unfortunately, my grandmother, or as i called her, "mom" passed away last tuesday, may 12 - at this point in my life, i can honestly say was the saddest day of my life. words can't tell you how special this woman was to me. everyone has different relationships with people - some people are close to their parents (as I am), grandparents, others to their aunts/uncles, others it may be a cousin, well for me, i am pretty close to my mother's side of the family, as my biological father passed away when i was seven years old. i have always just had one set of grandparents, and close is not really the word. the relationship i had with mom was one-of-a-kind. i am going to post what i read at her funeral. i am on the mend, but i will miss her everyday of my life. unfortunately, her death was very sudden, and we are pretty sure that it was something that was missed at the emergency room the day before - more than likely it was a rupture in her colon, a GI bleed, or possibly a heart attack. it doesn't really matter what it was, as nothing will bring her back. we will remember all the wonderful times we had with her, and i praise and thank God for blessing me with the most AMAZING grandmother for 26 years of my life!
A Special “MOM”
I’d like to take a few minutes to talk about how wonderful my grandmother, Christine “Teeny” Saine was to my family and me. I should probably clear up any confusion now: all the grandkids called her something different. My sister and I called her “Mom,” Kenny’s children called her “Mimi,” and Dena called her Momaw. She was a woman loved by so many people; in the past two days alone we have already started to see how many lives she affected and how much people cared for her.
Growing up, I was extremely fortunate to live just five minutes away from Mom and Pop, so I spent a lot of time at their house. I was the first grandbaby, so I think it is safe to say that I was completely spoiled. As a child she would buy me lots of cute little Osh’Kosh outfits, so I feel certain that is where I get my shopping addiction from, so every time I go shopping now I’ll put a smile on my face and think of her. She cared and worried about people, and when I started traveling with my job two and a half years ago, she insisted that I send her my flight numbers for every trip and call her when I land after every flight. She would even ask Pop if it was ok if I called past his bedtime of 8 o’clock sometimes if my flight was going to come in later, and he knew that she would worry if she didn’t hear from me so he always said yes. She inspected my travel itineraries carefully, in fact, one time she found a mistake that I didn’t and called me to inform that I didn’t have a hotel in Memphis, TN, so she wanted me to call my travel agency with work right away – she couldn’t stand the thought that I would be arriving there without a hotel to stay in.
I went to UNC and then lived in Raleigh for three years after that, but this past September I bought a house in Charlotte. I had decided that I was moving back closer to home because I wanted to be closer to my family. I knew that Mom and Pop were getting older, and I wanted to be able to go their house on Sunday afternoons for our traditions. Mom absolutely loved having us over on Sunday afternoons and always made a delicious sweet treat for my momma and my aunt Paula. With a cup of coffee, a piece of Mom’s delicious pound cake, or piece of hidden candy (she had to hide all the candy with sugar from Pop), off we head to the living room to watch the race or golf if there wasn’t a race on. One of the other advantages was that I could go eat lunch or dinner at Mom and Pop’s on the days I wasn’t traveling, and I tried to do this once a week. I’d call her, and if I gave her a couple hours notice, I’d get there and she’d have a cake of cornbread already made up for me. Most Saturdays Momma, Mom, Pop, Kendall, and I would go to lunch, I always voted for Bar-B-Que King, and Mom never complained even though I know she would have preferred to go eat Chinese sometimes. I’m going to miss having her around, but Pop I promise we’ll still do all of these things!
She was always doing for others and so giving of herself and of her time. At all of our holiday meals, she was always asking everyone if there was anything specifically we wanted. She knew Kendall wanted crowder peas, Merideth wanted deviled eggs, Austin and Jason would eat pretty much anything, Dena wanted cornbread, and I had to have her special pinto beans and cornbread. Another amazing display of how giving she was, was how she took care of her aunt Nuttie. For nearly four years, Nuttie was in Cardinal Care, and Mom took crackers, sweets, and clean laundry to her twice a week if not more. Nuttie didn’t always make this a pleasant experience for Mom, but that didn’t stop her; she loved her and wanted to care of her.
I know many of you probably know her from when her and Pop ran the Dry Cleaners together, but I don’t have many memories of that except when Momma would take us up there, Mom would tell me I could have a few pieces of Super Bubble. I do, however, know how much she has enjoyed working at Magic Cleaners. Working two days a week for the past several years has provided so much joy in her life, as she has been able to see the customers and stay active, which was so important to her. Just in the past two days I have heard from so many people, “ I never saw her without a smile on her face.”
She loved my grandfather so much. It is like my Uncle Kenny said yesterday, the example of love that they have shown him over the past 55 years (well for me 26 years) has meant so much. They didn’t do anything without each other, and after 55 years of marriage, that is simply beautiful. Pop, I am so glad that you two were able to go to Pigeon Forge and spend your weekend together two weeks ago; I hope you will cherish those memories for the years to come. In recent years, Pop hasn’t been able to hear that well, and I can remember on Sundays when we would be over there, the TV would be so loud that I would fuss and say it was going to give me a headache, not Mom. She would just say, it is alright, I put tissue or cotton in my ears. I know you are going to miss her Pop, but believe me she knew how much you loved her, and she is in a better place and no longer in pain.
Kendall, I know you are really struggling right now because Mom will not be there on your wedding day. Just think about how proud she was about finding a dress in Pigeon Forge and think about how pretty she looked in it, at least she did get to wear it. She’ll be with us in spirit that day, and I know she will be smiling in Heaven because you are going to be a beautiful bride.
I’m not really sure how to finish talking about someone who truly was one of my best friends. I know it sounds crazy that my 77 year old grandmother was one of my best friends, but I talked to her every day of my life, she was my biggest cheerleader. She wanted to know everything that was going on in my life. I will miss her so much, and I know my entire family will, but I know with our faith in God we will get through this.
We love you Mom, Mimi, Momaw, Teeny, and Christine.
I’d like to take a few minutes to talk about how wonderful my grandmother, Christine “Teeny” Saine was to my family and me. I should probably clear up any confusion now: all the grandkids called her something different. My sister and I called her “Mom,” Kenny’s children called her “Mimi,” and Dena called her Momaw. She was a woman loved by so many people; in the past two days alone we have already started to see how many lives she affected and how much people cared for her.
Growing up, I was extremely fortunate to live just five minutes away from Mom and Pop, so I spent a lot of time at their house. I was the first grandbaby, so I think it is safe to say that I was completely spoiled. As a child she would buy me lots of cute little Osh’Kosh outfits, so I feel certain that is where I get my shopping addiction from, so every time I go shopping now I’ll put a smile on my face and think of her. She cared and worried about people, and when I started traveling with my job two and a half years ago, she insisted that I send her my flight numbers for every trip and call her when I land after every flight. She would even ask Pop if it was ok if I called past his bedtime of 8 o’clock sometimes if my flight was going to come in later, and he knew that she would worry if she didn’t hear from me so he always said yes. She inspected my travel itineraries carefully, in fact, one time she found a mistake that I didn’t and called me to inform that I didn’t have a hotel in Memphis, TN, so she wanted me to call my travel agency with work right away – she couldn’t stand the thought that I would be arriving there without a hotel to stay in.
I went to UNC and then lived in Raleigh for three years after that, but this past September I bought a house in Charlotte. I had decided that I was moving back closer to home because I wanted to be closer to my family. I knew that Mom and Pop were getting older, and I wanted to be able to go their house on Sunday afternoons for our traditions. Mom absolutely loved having us over on Sunday afternoons and always made a delicious sweet treat for my momma and my aunt Paula. With a cup of coffee, a piece of Mom’s delicious pound cake, or piece of hidden candy (she had to hide all the candy with sugar from Pop), off we head to the living room to watch the race or golf if there wasn’t a race on. One of the other advantages was that I could go eat lunch or dinner at Mom and Pop’s on the days I wasn’t traveling, and I tried to do this once a week. I’d call her, and if I gave her a couple hours notice, I’d get there and she’d have a cake of cornbread already made up for me. Most Saturdays Momma, Mom, Pop, Kendall, and I would go to lunch, I always voted for Bar-B-Que King, and Mom never complained even though I know she would have preferred to go eat Chinese sometimes. I’m going to miss having her around, but Pop I promise we’ll still do all of these things!
She was always doing for others and so giving of herself and of her time. At all of our holiday meals, she was always asking everyone if there was anything specifically we wanted. She knew Kendall wanted crowder peas, Merideth wanted deviled eggs, Austin and Jason would eat pretty much anything, Dena wanted cornbread, and I had to have her special pinto beans and cornbread. Another amazing display of how giving she was, was how she took care of her aunt Nuttie. For nearly four years, Nuttie was in Cardinal Care, and Mom took crackers, sweets, and clean laundry to her twice a week if not more. Nuttie didn’t always make this a pleasant experience for Mom, but that didn’t stop her; she loved her and wanted to care of her.
I know many of you probably know her from when her and Pop ran the Dry Cleaners together, but I don’t have many memories of that except when Momma would take us up there, Mom would tell me I could have a few pieces of Super Bubble. I do, however, know how much she has enjoyed working at Magic Cleaners. Working two days a week for the past several years has provided so much joy in her life, as she has been able to see the customers and stay active, which was so important to her. Just in the past two days I have heard from so many people, “ I never saw her without a smile on her face.”
She loved my grandfather so much. It is like my Uncle Kenny said yesterday, the example of love that they have shown him over the past 55 years (well for me 26 years) has meant so much. They didn’t do anything without each other, and after 55 years of marriage, that is simply beautiful. Pop, I am so glad that you two were able to go to Pigeon Forge and spend your weekend together two weeks ago; I hope you will cherish those memories for the years to come. In recent years, Pop hasn’t been able to hear that well, and I can remember on Sundays when we would be over there, the TV would be so loud that I would fuss and say it was going to give me a headache, not Mom. She would just say, it is alright, I put tissue or cotton in my ears. I know you are going to miss her Pop, but believe me she knew how much you loved her, and she is in a better place and no longer in pain.
Kendall, I know you are really struggling right now because Mom will not be there on your wedding day. Just think about how proud she was about finding a dress in Pigeon Forge and think about how pretty she looked in it, at least she did get to wear it. She’ll be with us in spirit that day, and I know she will be smiling in Heaven because you are going to be a beautiful bride.
I’m not really sure how to finish talking about someone who truly was one of my best friends. I know it sounds crazy that my 77 year old grandmother was one of my best friends, but I talked to her every day of my life, she was my biggest cheerleader. She wanted to know everything that was going on in my life. I will miss her so much, and I know my entire family will, but I know with our faith in God we will get through this.
We love you Mom, Mimi, Momaw, Teeny, and Christine.
Monday, May 4, 2009
the best welcome home ever
so, last thursday, my best friend in the world, lindsey jo wilson returned home after ten months in africa - as a missionary. here is the tricky part. she wasn't supposed to fly home until saturday... so, cindy, crystal, and i were the only ones that knew. cindy and i were her welcome home committee at the airport, as crystal was out to eat with her family for her birthday. so, with our welcome home posters, we went to the airport and met adam's parents (they had made shirts that said welcome home adam, austin, katie, and lindsey). eventually, katie's family and austin's family joined us as well!!! so, we all waited, as their flight was a little late, but that didn't matter, it was nice getting to the know the other families. we couldn't get any word on whether the flight had landed or not, so i said i would go and ask the united people, of course, when i walk away is right when they arrive, so i hear everyone clapping and welcoming them and start running - and finally get to see her!!!
it was so wonderful to see my best friend after 10 months. i thought we'd be more emotional, but it felt like we hadn't missed a beat. so, we go down to baggage claim and get all of lindsey's stuff - lindsey jo didn't have enough room in her luggage, so poor lindsey had a bunch of stuff in katie's luggage. lindsey should have told me to bring an extra suitcase, but she didn't. oh well. we managed.
so we load up my car, and head to my house and lindsey got to see my house for the first time finished, woohoo. she was so funny, saying stuff like, "this house looks like it should be in a magazine." i think she had been in africa too long. don't get me wrong, i love my house, but i think she had been living in her living quarters in africa so long that my house looked too nice to her, haha, but i appreciated all the compliments, haha. so then we headed to chic-fil-a to get her a chicken sandwich, yum yum! then to complete the night with the biggest surprises...
first stop, dale's - lindsey's dad. i knock on the door, and say hello. i didn't really have a plan of what to say, as my plan got canned in the car, lindsey and cindy didn't like it. so, when dale finally saw lindsey, he couldn't believe it, it was so cool to see his reaction, cindy got some great pictures. we ate birthday cake for crystal's birthday and then chatted for a while, and then headed to stop 2....
first stop, dale's - lindsey's dad. i knock on the door, and say hello. i didn't really have a plan of what to say, as my plan got canned in the car, lindsey and cindy didn't like it. so, when dale finally saw lindsey, he couldn't believe it, it was so cool to see his reaction, cindy got some great pictures. we ate birthday cake for crystal's birthday and then chatted for a while, and then headed to stop 2....
second stop, gail's - lindsey's mom. crystal knocks on the door and tells gail that her and i had been to the flat rock grill and thought since we were so close that we would stop by and say hello. she welcomes us in, and as she is closing her all glass door, lindsey and cindy are standing there. she jumps up and down and screams, cindy got a great picture of it. she cried, and i think lindsey did as well. mike was excited that his saturday wouldn't be interrupted by going to the airport, so silly. we stayed for about 30 minutes. then back to dale's as lindsey was exhausted, she hadn't slept in 48 hours - so i slept there. funny thing is, i haven't slept there in years. i haven't slept without my sound machine in years, so that was difficult, but it was worth it - i got to hang out with my best friend.
enjoy the pictures!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
will i be a night owl forever?
so, this morning i was to get up early and head to spartanburg, sc for a day visit. i told my sc that i would be there around 9:00 or 9:30am, but my alarm went off, and as always, i just couldn't get out of bed. seriously the actual act of getting out of bed, is the worst part of my day. i hate it, haha. if only someone saw my actual routine, it is very entertaining. i hit the snooze button 5-10 times, on any given morning. that snooze button doesn't phase me one bit. i keep hitting it, acting like it hasn't just interrupted my precious sleep. does it matter that the sun is also shinning right in my face most mornings, heck no... i just turn over to the other side and sleep away. so i finally get up around 7:20 am and hop in the shower, once up i am usually fine, but if i allowed myself to crawl back in bed after my shower, i feel 100% certain that i could fall back asleep.
i get in the car, and head down to spartanburg, sc - which is actually not a bad drive at all from charlotte (just about an hour.) i try to make a list of things to do, mainly call people and schedule visits, so i am entertained or busy, so i will not get sleepy. i decided i needed a biscuit, as i will not stop and eat lunch today, because i am leaving early, so i stop at mcdonalds for a plain biscuit and a ice water.... the lady is so not friendly... she hands me my ice water, and i spill it all over me, freezing cold ice water all over the side of me, can we say cold. i just kind of laughed, because i will not let this ruin my day. she says absolutely nothing. she just says, here is another water. talk about stellar customer service.
so now i am in spartanburg, and i am thinking, it would be so nice to take a nap right about now, haha. i'll probably stay up til like 1 am again tonight, and be tired again tomorrow - it is a vicious cycle, my mother says i've been like pretty much since i was a baby, so i'm wondering will i ever learn to go to bed early, and get up earlier?
i get in the car, and head down to spartanburg, sc - which is actually not a bad drive at all from charlotte (just about an hour.) i try to make a list of things to do, mainly call people and schedule visits, so i am entertained or busy, so i will not get sleepy. i decided i needed a biscuit, as i will not stop and eat lunch today, because i am leaving early, so i stop at mcdonalds for a plain biscuit and a ice water.... the lady is so not friendly... she hands me my ice water, and i spill it all over me, freezing cold ice water all over the side of me, can we say cold. i just kind of laughed, because i will not let this ruin my day. she says absolutely nothing. she just says, here is another water. talk about stellar customer service.
so now i am in spartanburg, and i am thinking, it would be so nice to take a nap right about now, haha. i'll probably stay up til like 1 am again tonight, and be tired again tomorrow - it is a vicious cycle, my mother says i've been like pretty much since i was a baby, so i'm wondering will i ever learn to go to bed early, and get up earlier?
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
overpack much?
so i haven't forgotten about my blog, but with all my madness in march, no pun intended - april has been a slow month, and i have needed that. i am sorry i haven't been writing too much on here, but really not much has been going on, and i like to share funny stories, and really nothing has been that funny. so, last week my friend crystal and i went on vacation to ft. lauderdale for a week of fun in the sun. i had been looking forward to this for many weeks, as the thought of staying in one place for a whole week without rushing around to get to my next flight or site visit was very exciting - relaxing to say the least.
so, i should start by saying that when i travel for business, i by no means over pack. if i am going on a three day trip, i'll wear black pants twice and take two different tops or something of that nature, as i like to condense and minimize what i pack. so, when it comes time to pack for a vacation and take "fun clothes," i tend to go a little overboard. a little might be an understatement for this trip - as crystal will attest, haha. my largest suitcase in my set, as my friends like to call it, is referred to as "the dead body." so, crystal arrives at my house and sees the dead body on my bed, completely full of clothes, i am sure she was thinking i had lost my mind.... i realize i had. i knew that because i had status with us air that i could check as many bags as i wanted, so crystal's bag would be checked under my name and so would mine - i thought that if my bag was over the allowed weight that wouldn't matter either because of "my status" - wrong! so we get to the airport and my bag weighs a whopping 61 pounds - are you kidding me? i am sure crystal wanted to laugh out loud, but she didn't. we put some of my heavy items in her bag, as it only weighed 33 pounds, haha. and off we go!
(note: when natalie, crystal, lindsey, and i went to NYC last year i was a smart girl and took an empty suitcase with just a heavy coat because i knew we would all buy things and would need the extra space to bring the stuff home, but i didn't think about that this time.)
once in ft. lauderdale, crystal and i had a blast. we had gorgeous weather the whole time, we had one day where it rained in the afternoon, so we went shopping - remember i have no room in my suitcase, but do you think that kept kelsey morgan from buying clothes, shoes, and lots of fun things - negative. so, i then decided my next purchase would need to be another bag to carry my extra items in, as i knew i was already over the weight limit... do i have a problem? so we get back to the airport, and guess what, my suitcase is still over the limit... 56 pounds. ahhh. i take a few things out, and put them in the extra bag that i bought and now it has like 30 pounds in it, so the moral of this story is that i packed enough to last for like 3 or 4 weeks - crystal said i packed more than our friend lindsey packed for a year in africa, oops, haha - i like to have options.
i learned my lesson. i will no longer over pack like this. crystal says i've always been like this, but i think this trip taught me a lesson, haha - we shall see.
so, i should start by saying that when i travel for business, i by no means over pack. if i am going on a three day trip, i'll wear black pants twice and take two different tops or something of that nature, as i like to condense and minimize what i pack. so, when it comes time to pack for a vacation and take "fun clothes," i tend to go a little overboard. a little might be an understatement for this trip - as crystal will attest, haha. my largest suitcase in my set, as my friends like to call it, is referred to as "the dead body." so, crystal arrives at my house and sees the dead body on my bed, completely full of clothes, i am sure she was thinking i had lost my mind.... i realize i had. i knew that because i had status with us air that i could check as many bags as i wanted, so crystal's bag would be checked under my name and so would mine - i thought that if my bag was over the allowed weight that wouldn't matter either because of "my status" - wrong! so we get to the airport and my bag weighs a whopping 61 pounds - are you kidding me? i am sure crystal wanted to laugh out loud, but she didn't. we put some of my heavy items in her bag, as it only weighed 33 pounds, haha. and off we go!
(note: when natalie, crystal, lindsey, and i went to NYC last year i was a smart girl and took an empty suitcase with just a heavy coat because i knew we would all buy things and would need the extra space to bring the stuff home, but i didn't think about that this time.)
once in ft. lauderdale, crystal and i had a blast. we had gorgeous weather the whole time, we had one day where it rained in the afternoon, so we went shopping - remember i have no room in my suitcase, but do you think that kept kelsey morgan from buying clothes, shoes, and lots of fun things - negative. so, i then decided my next purchase would need to be another bag to carry my extra items in, as i knew i was already over the weight limit... do i have a problem? so we get back to the airport, and guess what, my suitcase is still over the limit... 56 pounds. ahhh. i take a few things out, and put them in the extra bag that i bought and now it has like 30 pounds in it, so the moral of this story is that i packed enough to last for like 3 or 4 weeks - crystal said i packed more than our friend lindsey packed for a year in africa, oops, haha - i like to have options.
i learned my lesson. i will no longer over pack like this. crystal says i've always been like this, but i think this trip taught me a lesson, haha - we shall see.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
carolina cup in the rain
so, today holly and i packed up the car in our pretty dresses and gorgeous hats (hoping and praying) for the rain to hold off... no such luck. we drive down to camden, sc for the carolina cup, a horserace, which is held every year in a big field - and the weather forecast had predicted terrible weather. we arrived there before our friends from raleigh. they had all taken a party bus from raleigh (14 of them) and while holly and i sat there waiting, it started to rain.... let the fun begin. luckily for us, the nice people beside of us had a tent already set up with a full food spread, and they offered shelter for us! so, after about an hour, we see zach and charlie coming down the pathway, carrying a tent. by this time, it is absolutely pouring. charlie looks at holly and i for help in setting up the tent, but there was no way, i felt horrible - but we wanted to stay dry. so, they set up this tent, it smelled like death, and then will brings another one - problem is, it leaked. someone did have a good idea to bring an extra tarp, but it collected lots of water, so that provided lots of pockets of water, and many times when will had to take an umbrella and poke the water off the side of the tent. everyone brought their own food, but holly and i drove trough deliverence to get there.... in other words, we didn't pass anywhere to get food. if i am going to tailgate and be somewhere all day, i would like to truly tailgate. i would like to set up a full spread. hopefully, next year if we go, we will do that. when the thunder/lightening started, i looked at holly and said, "i'm done." she agreed, so we left. we walked back to the car in the rain, by the time we got there - our legs and flip flops were covered in mud/grass, but luckily (most important for us) our dresses didn't get any mud on them, woohoo. we were soaked from head to toe it seemed, but we managed to save our dresses, haha. we drove back to charlotte, and i slept most of the evening, but at least i was dry, haha. the rest of the gang stayed, they said the rain let up for a couple hours, but the bottom fell out of the sky again when they were leaving. hopefully next year, if we go, will be a better turnout.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
huey p bridge, construction worker has a heart attack, and what?
so, i'm sorry i have been kind of slack lately on my blog entries... i'll do better, for the few of you that actually read about my travel adventures.
last week i was in new orleans for a site visit, i was on my way back to the airport, and i was a little pushed for time. i entered this old, old bridge (the huey p) and was traveling along. (sidenote: the bridge is so not nice, it is shakey and old, and no lanes for emergency vehicles.) you are probably thinking, why would i point out the issue about emergency vehicles... and the fun begins. a lady two cars in front of me wrecks. we all slam on brakes.... the lady directly in front of me gets out to help, and i think... well, i can either sit here and think about how i am going to miss my flight or i can get out and help. i see the lady who has wrecked her car flipping out and getting her baby out of the car. anyone who knows me, knows that as soon as i saw the baby, i thought... i have to get out and help. so, i called us air to tell them that i was going to miss my flight. they informed me that my flight had been delayed by two hours... for once, i told the representative, that was "great news." she laughed. we hung up, and i got out of the rental car to help the lady and young baby.
i walked up to the van (the lady who was directly in front of me, had let the lady who wrecked her car sit in the van along with her baby (mia was her name)) - so i just wanted to try and talk to her and calm her down. i told her about how i wasn't even going to miss my flight that it had been delayed, she laughed. then she kept looking back at the miles of backed up traffic, i told her not to stress, that they had all done something before...been in an accident or caused one, so they could wait. then they needed pictures of the vehicles, so they asked me to go take the pictures, i was happy to do so. once again, anyone who knows me, knows that this was great for me, i love taking pictures, i took about 10, when they probably only need two or three, haha. one thing is for sure, the insurance adjuster/company has plenty of pictures along with the police. then i went back to the van, and we all continued to talk. i went over to little, precious mia... she was sleeping for a little, then i talked to her and continued to try and help calm the mom. it helped me not stress about the fact that we were indeed stuck on a bridge.
the police finally arrived. once the police arrived (by reversing up the other side of the bridge), he informed us that the reason it took so long is because a construction worker on part 2 of the bridge (we were all headed) had a heart attack. so, we not going anywhere, anyway. what are the chances? i thought i am going to be stuck on this bridge FOREVER. after they towed the two vehicles, they were totaled... a truck had to bring sand/dirt to put over the oil that had spilled on the bridge... another 15 minutes. yikes.
i finally arrived at the airport in just enough time to make it home on the original flight i was scheduled for... what a day!
last week i was in new orleans for a site visit, i was on my way back to the airport, and i was a little pushed for time. i entered this old, old bridge (the huey p) and was traveling along. (sidenote: the bridge is so not nice, it is shakey and old, and no lanes for emergency vehicles.) you are probably thinking, why would i point out the issue about emergency vehicles... and the fun begins. a lady two cars in front of me wrecks. we all slam on brakes.... the lady directly in front of me gets out to help, and i think... well, i can either sit here and think about how i am going to miss my flight or i can get out and help. i see the lady who has wrecked her car flipping out and getting her baby out of the car. anyone who knows me, knows that as soon as i saw the baby, i thought... i have to get out and help. so, i called us air to tell them that i was going to miss my flight. they informed me that my flight had been delayed by two hours... for once, i told the representative, that was "great news." she laughed. we hung up, and i got out of the rental car to help the lady and young baby.
i walked up to the van (the lady who was directly in front of me, had let the lady who wrecked her car sit in the van along with her baby (mia was her name)) - so i just wanted to try and talk to her and calm her down. i told her about how i wasn't even going to miss my flight that it had been delayed, she laughed. then she kept looking back at the miles of backed up traffic, i told her not to stress, that they had all done something before...been in an accident or caused one, so they could wait. then they needed pictures of the vehicles, so they asked me to go take the pictures, i was happy to do so. once again, anyone who knows me, knows that this was great for me, i love taking pictures, i took about 10, when they probably only need two or three, haha. one thing is for sure, the insurance adjuster/company has plenty of pictures along with the police. then i went back to the van, and we all continued to talk. i went over to little, precious mia... she was sleeping for a little, then i talked to her and continued to try and help calm the mom. it helped me not stress about the fact that we were indeed stuck on a bridge.
the police finally arrived. once the police arrived (by reversing up the other side of the bridge), he informed us that the reason it took so long is because a construction worker on part 2 of the bridge (we were all headed) had a heart attack. so, we not going anywhere, anyway. what are the chances? i thought i am going to be stuck on this bridge FOREVER. after they towed the two vehicles, they were totaled... a truck had to bring sand/dirt to put over the oil that had spilled on the bridge... another 15 minutes. yikes.
i finally arrived at the airport in just enough time to make it home on the original flight i was scheduled for... what a day!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
how does an entire airport run out of rental cars
so, here we go again... sunday, i flew to ft. lauderdale, after searching for more than 45 minutes for my hotel (it was only 15 miles from the airport)... seriously, i hate the navigation system on my blackberry sometimes.... i didn't get much sleep that night, i had an early morning on monday co-monitoring with a coworker. i flew from florida to charlotte. once i got to charlotte, i only had about 20 minutes to get to my next gate. i was walking as fast as possible, but still trying to be careful in my ankle brace... this lady on one of those sky cap things, says... "hey, where you going with that limp?" i turn around and say, "D9." i was at B12. the charlotte airport is not designed for the quick connections, at all. she says, "hop on honey, i'll get you there." meanwhile, the drivers of these skycaps are dangerous. i had to hold on for dear life. i mean, i wonder if i wouldn't be safer walking with my bum ankle, haha. she would honk the horn and scream at people to get out of her way. i seriously thought that she was going to take out quite a few people on our way. good thing though, when she dropped me off, they were boarding my flight.
when i arrived in richmond, i get my bag. then, i go to the gold booth for hertz, and it is was closed. so i go to the regular counter, and the line is very long... like at least 10 people are in front of me...that is abnormal. usually for gold members, they have our reservations lined up and we just show our IDs and go on out to get our cars... problem... after standing in line for about 45 minutes, i get to the counter to hear the following words (at 12:15 am)... "i am sorry for the inconvenience ma'am, but we are out of cars, even though you have a reservation." i cannot believe it. there are like some 17 people behind me. i say to the lady, can you at least make an announcement for the people behind me... so they do, which causes chaos. they tell us that they are going to reimburse us for cab fares to our destinations for monday night, then deliver cars to us by noon on tuesday, ha. so, i give them my cell number, and they tell me the manager will call me in the morning to arrange the delivery of my rental car... so by 11:30 am i still have not heard from arya (the manager) of hertz, so i call her. she tells me that she couldn't read some of the handwriting of the numbers, and i tell her that i regret to inform her, but i have some of the neatest handwriting she has probably ever seen, so there is no way that my cell number was hard to read. she then says, "i apologize, i just haven't had a chance to call all the numbers on the list." busted. so, they finally bring my rental car to me at 2:30pm. it was still ridiculous, so the manager gives me a $50 waiver or certificate to upgrade a rental car to something i would like...i'm thinking mercedes... my dream car.
now i'm home for one night this week, tomorrow morning i'm off to biloxi, mississippi then to allentown, pa - then home for the weekend, i'm truly exhausted and ready for the weekend. i hope everyone has a great week. hopefully no crazy stories for the next two days, but let's be real, i probably won't be that lucky... by the time friday hits, i will have been on 11 flights in 6 days, whew.
when i arrived in richmond, i get my bag. then, i go to the gold booth for hertz, and it is was closed. so i go to the regular counter, and the line is very long... like at least 10 people are in front of me...that is abnormal. usually for gold members, they have our reservations lined up and we just show our IDs and go on out to get our cars... problem... after standing in line for about 45 minutes, i get to the counter to hear the following words (at 12:15 am)... "i am sorry for the inconvenience ma'am, but we are out of cars, even though you have a reservation." i cannot believe it. there are like some 17 people behind me. i say to the lady, can you at least make an announcement for the people behind me... so they do, which causes chaos. they tell us that they are going to reimburse us for cab fares to our destinations for monday night, then deliver cars to us by noon on tuesday, ha. so, i give them my cell number, and they tell me the manager will call me in the morning to arrange the delivery of my rental car... so by 11:30 am i still have not heard from arya (the manager) of hertz, so i call her. she tells me that she couldn't read some of the handwriting of the numbers, and i tell her that i regret to inform her, but i have some of the neatest handwriting she has probably ever seen, so there is no way that my cell number was hard to read. she then says, "i apologize, i just haven't had a chance to call all the numbers on the list." busted. so, they finally bring my rental car to me at 2:30pm. it was still ridiculous, so the manager gives me a $50 waiver or certificate to upgrade a rental car to something i would like...i'm thinking mercedes... my dream car.
now i'm home for one night this week, tomorrow morning i'm off to biloxi, mississippi then to allentown, pa - then home for the weekend, i'm truly exhausted and ready for the weekend. i hope everyone has a great week. hopefully no crazy stories for the next two days, but let's be real, i probably won't be that lucky... by the time friday hits, i will have been on 11 flights in 6 days, whew.
Monday, March 9, 2009
snow, de-icing fun, stomach bugs, no surgery
so, i'm summarizing last week's adventures, because this week should be full of exciting tales. i have a visit every single day. sunday, charlotte got 4-6 inches of snow - don't worry i sat on a plane and watched the pretty white stuff fall. i didn't get to play in it. i couldn't believe the faa let us take off during the "snowstorm." the pilot later tells us that we were one of the last flights to get to leave charlotte, can we say nightmare. it was so turbulent, and so not safe. i prayed, and i feel 100 % confident that God was the pilot on the plane that night. i made it to johnson city, tennessee. on monday, i returned to charlotte (just to connect through) to fly to nashville, all to find out my flight had been cancelled. the later flight was completely booked/oversold, so they tried to give me a hotel voucher (us air = dumb) i live in charlotte, why would i need a hotel voucher? so i head home, oh wait... without a bag, because they refused to pull our bags, "they had to go to the final destination." which in my case was nashville. so annoying. i finally got to nashville tuesday morning, then flew to memphis on tuesday afternoon.... i returned to the hotel where i had the fall and had to go to the ER... i was a little nervous. so, i finished my visits for my other study on wednesday, returned home, and went to bible study. all seemed good...
thursday morning i had my doctor's appointment to find out the results of my MRI. i wake up around 6:45am all to realize that i have a stomach virus/bug = no fun. i called orthocarolina, my doctor to see if i could possibly just talk to my orthopedist over the phone but of course they say no, so i somehow managed to get it together long enough to make it through the appointment. i did, however, find out some great news... i do not have to have surgery, woohoo. they said i have strained ligaments.... the doc thinks with home therapy i can strengthen the ligaments for now... so i pray that it will work. he said, obviously, that if i continue to have major issues or fall again, then surgery will probably have to be looked at as what will have to happen. luckily, i live closer to home now so my moma brought me some meds and gatorade the day i was sick, so i survived, i slept from 6pm on thursday to 10 am on friday morning. whew, what a day.
friday night, crystal, nicole, holly, and i went to texas roadhouse for dinner - it was a great meal to replenish me, haha - great excuse to get my friends to go there, right, haha. saturday, holly and i went shopping for dresses for carolina cup - we had success. we actually had a blast shopping all day. i think holly bought enough sunglasses to last for the next two years, haha. i think her and crystal could rival each other, haha with their sunglasses obsession. saturday night, i went to church with kasey (since we knew we would not enjoy the time change) and then we went to wham and then to rankin's to watch a movie. i have been so blessed to meet such a great lifegroup leader (and friend now) because i have met so many new people. i always have such a great time hanging out with everyone from forest hill. i love my church! God is so good.
oh, and last bit of information, for this blog.... my friend hayley called to tell me that she is expecting. she and her husband are due october 10, 2009 - i am so excited to be an aunt - i cannot wait. i am going to spoil this kid rotten. so today we watched the carolina/dook game at their house. i wanted to take them something for the baby, carolina of course, and my grandmother said i should take two onsies instead of one, just in case (because hayley is a twin) - so i took two carolina onsies for them, haha. guess what... CAROLINA WON!!! 79-71, and we are regular season acc champs, great way to end the weekend.
countdown til lindsey comes home: 56 days!!!! i cannot wait.
thursday morning i had my doctor's appointment to find out the results of my MRI. i wake up around 6:45am all to realize that i have a stomach virus/bug = no fun. i called orthocarolina, my doctor to see if i could possibly just talk to my orthopedist over the phone but of course they say no, so i somehow managed to get it together long enough to make it through the appointment. i did, however, find out some great news... i do not have to have surgery, woohoo. they said i have strained ligaments.... the doc thinks with home therapy i can strengthen the ligaments for now... so i pray that it will work. he said, obviously, that if i continue to have major issues or fall again, then surgery will probably have to be looked at as what will have to happen. luckily, i live closer to home now so my moma brought me some meds and gatorade the day i was sick, so i survived, i slept from 6pm on thursday to 10 am on friday morning. whew, what a day.
friday night, crystal, nicole, holly, and i went to texas roadhouse for dinner - it was a great meal to replenish me, haha - great excuse to get my friends to go there, right, haha. saturday, holly and i went shopping for dresses for carolina cup - we had success. we actually had a blast shopping all day. i think holly bought enough sunglasses to last for the next two years, haha. i think her and crystal could rival each other, haha with their sunglasses obsession. saturday night, i went to church with kasey (since we knew we would not enjoy the time change) and then we went to wham and then to rankin's to watch a movie. i have been so blessed to meet such a great lifegroup leader (and friend now) because i have met so many new people. i always have such a great time hanging out with everyone from forest hill. i love my church! God is so good.
oh, and last bit of information, for this blog.... my friend hayley called to tell me that she is expecting. she and her husband are due october 10, 2009 - i am so excited to be an aunt - i cannot wait. i am going to spoil this kid rotten. so today we watched the carolina/dook game at their house. i wanted to take them something for the baby, carolina of course, and my grandmother said i should take two onsies instead of one, just in case (because hayley is a twin) - so i took two carolina onsies for them, haha. guess what... CAROLINA WON!!! 79-71, and we are regular season acc champs, great way to end the weekend.
countdown til lindsey comes home: 56 days!!!! i cannot wait.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
delays galore = no fun
so today i was to leave monroe, louisiana at noon central time. i get to the airport and when i scan my credit card, i see the ole so fun words... "YOUR FLIGHT HAS BEEN DELAYED." at the same time, in this tiny little airport, they are calling us to go through security, so i am slightly confused. i asked the ticket agent if it was truly delayed and he said, there was a weather block, but it has been lifted, "we are going to get you out of here right on time." ha. famous last words. so i go through security... once i get through security, i forget that this airport is so old that it doesn't even have a restroom in the secure area. i'm thinking, it is only an hour flight or so to atlanta, i'll be fine. well, let the fun begin. so they call us to board. we get on the plane. no sooner than 75% of the passengers get on the plane, the pilot comes over the intercom and says, "Folks, it looks like air traffic control in Atlanta has put a one hour ground/weather hold on all air traffic, at least. We are going to be here for at least another hour, we don't have an updated departure time. The weather is terrible in Atlanta, and it only looks to get worse." So, we are then given the choice to sit on the plane and wait or get off the plane and hang out in the shoebox size airport, either way, i'm thinking, please don't let me be stuck in monroe, louisiana for the night. So, I go back inside, and go out of security to take a potty break (i am how ridiculous) and to get a sandwich. I return and Delta calls my phone to alert me in a change in the time of my travel, this is 45 min after my scheduled departure time. a little late, but i guess better late than never, haha. so, at this point they tell us the flight will leave at 1:15pm, then 1:30pm, then 1:36pm, then finally 1:59pm - imagine the excitement every time you hear an update and then you see the minute hand pass by 1:36pm and you are still not boarding the plane. we finally get on the plane to take off for a "scheduled" 1:59pm departure.
once on the plane, the pilot comes over the intercom (i'm thinking oh no, please no... don't let this be happening again), he says, "Folks, I apologize again for all the delays, but we have been cleared for take off. Go ahead and prepare yourselves for a bumpy ride. The weather is horrible today; it is very bumpy up there, but we've been told there is some smooth air, so we will try and find that." i'm thinking, great... vermont trip memories start replaying in my head... i highly doubt that the turbulence i experienced on that trip will ever be matched, if so, more than likely i won't live to tell about it, haha. we take off, i slept through most of it, and then we land. the times i was awake, it was bumpy, but a few ups and downs doesn't bother me at all. the flight attendant tells us that he wasn't given any connecting flight information, so once we deplane, we will need to find a board and see if our original flight has left, if not take off running and try to make it - if not, not to worry we've been confirmed on the next flight out. i'm thinking, running (with my ankle in the shape it is in, ha). so once we actually get inside the terminal, it is 4:08, my original flight was delayed going to charlotte, but it will be leaving at 4:15pm (i am in C, and it is leaving from E), i just look at the board and laugh. there is no way on God's green earth that i am going to make that, and i'm not going to break my ankle again to make a flight. so, i just casually walk to my next flight (the one i was backed up on) that was leaving at 5:19pm.
i get to the gate, and everything is going really well. we board. we push back from the gate/terminal. the pilot comes over the intercom (here we go again) and says, "well, i hate to bring some bad news, but Charlotte air traffic control has put a 30 minute ground stop on all flights. we are just going to sit here, and we'll now be taking off at 6:17pm." i'm thinking, really. so at this point, they tell us we can turn our cellphones back on. the flight attendant comes back to me, specifically, and says, "Excuse me, where/what was your original seat?" i'm like what the heck is she talking about. i said, "4A, right here, where i am sitting." (i mean there are only so many choices in first class). she says, "we didn't see you or count you in the first tally when we pushed back from the gate." i'm thinking is this woman crazy. i've been sitting in this seat for over an hour now. how can you miss a whole body? last week i get asked if i am preggers, this week i'm non-existent. i call my mother to let her know what is going on, that i have been delayed again, thinking she might be concerned about where i am or where i am sitting, and she is whispering to me. i ask her what is going on, and she says this to me, "can i call you back, i'm in the woods, and we are watching an owl?" i had to laugh. my parents go on a walk in the woods (behind their house) probably 5-6 times a week, but i can't say that i've gotten that reply before. then we finally land in charlotte. the flight attendant comes over the intercom and says the normal spill about how we can turn on our cellphones, except she says this: "you may now use your cellphone and other portable electronic devices; however, please remember that once we close the boarding door for takeoff these items will have to be stored." everyone just looks around like, this woman is dumb. most of the time, when a flight attendant makes a mistake, they laugh it off, but not her. she paused, and then tried to finish, but it was a mess. i just wanted to get off the plane, so i could get home.
so i get into the terminal and i want a white chocolate mocha from starbucks, somehow i think this is going to help my long day of travel delays better. i get to the starbucks counter, and order my mocha. there is a lady there, who seems frazzled. she is searching for her credit card. she finally tells the guy working the register that she can't pay for her coffee because she can't find her credit card, i'm thinking after the day i've had, maybe if i by this girl some coffee, my day will get better. so i did my good deed of the day, and i bought a complete stranger a coffee, haha.
now i am home, it is like 1am, and i am off to bed. goodnight and everyone have a great weekend.
once on the plane, the pilot comes over the intercom (i'm thinking oh no, please no... don't let this be happening again), he says, "Folks, I apologize again for all the delays, but we have been cleared for take off. Go ahead and prepare yourselves for a bumpy ride. The weather is horrible today; it is very bumpy up there, but we've been told there is some smooth air, so we will try and find that." i'm thinking, great... vermont trip memories start replaying in my head... i highly doubt that the turbulence i experienced on that trip will ever be matched, if so, more than likely i won't live to tell about it, haha. we take off, i slept through most of it, and then we land. the times i was awake, it was bumpy, but a few ups and downs doesn't bother me at all. the flight attendant tells us that he wasn't given any connecting flight information, so once we deplane, we will need to find a board and see if our original flight has left, if not take off running and try to make it - if not, not to worry we've been confirmed on the next flight out. i'm thinking, running (with my ankle in the shape it is in, ha). so once we actually get inside the terminal, it is 4:08, my original flight was delayed going to charlotte, but it will be leaving at 4:15pm (i am in C, and it is leaving from E), i just look at the board and laugh. there is no way on God's green earth that i am going to make that, and i'm not going to break my ankle again to make a flight. so, i just casually walk to my next flight (the one i was backed up on) that was leaving at 5:19pm.
i get to the gate, and everything is going really well. we board. we push back from the gate/terminal. the pilot comes over the intercom (here we go again) and says, "well, i hate to bring some bad news, but Charlotte air traffic control has put a 30 minute ground stop on all flights. we are just going to sit here, and we'll now be taking off at 6:17pm." i'm thinking, really. so at this point, they tell us we can turn our cellphones back on. the flight attendant comes back to me, specifically, and says, "Excuse me, where/what was your original seat?" i'm like what the heck is she talking about. i said, "4A, right here, where i am sitting." (i mean there are only so many choices in first class). she says, "we didn't see you or count you in the first tally when we pushed back from the gate." i'm thinking is this woman crazy. i've been sitting in this seat for over an hour now. how can you miss a whole body? last week i get asked if i am preggers, this week i'm non-existent. i call my mother to let her know what is going on, that i have been delayed again, thinking she might be concerned about where i am or where i am sitting, and she is whispering to me. i ask her what is going on, and she says this to me, "can i call you back, i'm in the woods, and we are watching an owl?" i had to laugh. my parents go on a walk in the woods (behind their house) probably 5-6 times a week, but i can't say that i've gotten that reply before. then we finally land in charlotte. the flight attendant comes over the intercom and says the normal spill about how we can turn on our cellphones, except she says this: "you may now use your cellphone and other portable electronic devices; however, please remember that once we close the boarding door for takeoff these items will have to be stored." everyone just looks around like, this woman is dumb. most of the time, when a flight attendant makes a mistake, they laugh it off, but not her. she paused, and then tried to finish, but it was a mess. i just wanted to get off the plane, so i could get home.
so i get into the terminal and i want a white chocolate mocha from starbucks, somehow i think this is going to help my long day of travel delays better. i get to the starbucks counter, and order my mocha. there is a lady there, who seems frazzled. she is searching for her credit card. she finally tells the guy working the register that she can't pay for her coffee because she can't find her credit card, i'm thinking after the day i've had, maybe if i by this girl some coffee, my day will get better. so i did my good deed of the day, and i bought a complete stranger a coffee, haha.
now i am home, it is like 1am, and i am off to bed. goodnight and everyone have a great weekend.
Friday, February 20, 2009
she's unbelievable!!!
ok, so this is a new one, for sure. never in my life. today i arrive at the newark airport to return home from my site visit in new jersey... i'm in the security line. there is this absolutely adorable little baby boy with his mother in front of me. i am admiring how cute he is. i speak to the mother first, you know... the basics.. oh, " he is precious. look at those beautiful blue eyes." so then the mother is trying to get all of her items on the conveyor belt to go through security, so i am talking to the little boy.... he is smiling and laughing. then the mother comes back over and says... "ARE YOU HAVING A BOY?" i seriously about died. i said, "excuse me?" immediately, this beautifully thin, gorgeous mom realizes her mistake, and says "oh, i'm sorry." ha! i'm thinking sorry doesn't cut it. you've already slipped. i mean, it would be one thing if my stomach looked like i had a basketball or a watermelon in it, but it doesn't. i know i am not the skinniest thing on planet earth, but doesn't she have some class about her. didn't her mama raise her better? i mean, as a rule of thumb for myself, i would never ask a lady when she is due or what she is having, unless she volunteered the information that she was pregnant, someone else told me she was, or you saw her carrying baby items. you just don't assume about something like that. i could maybe understand if i was wearing something today that looked like maternity clothing, but guess what i am not. i am wearing black pants and a pink sweater - the sweater does come ot a little bit around the waist, but it so does not look like a maternity outfit or sweater. jsut because i'm not a size 2, doesn't mean that i'm knocked up. i laughed it off, but i thought it was pretty ridiculous that she thought i was preggers.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
a pyschic and valentine's day thoughts
so, last week i was in chattanooga, tennessee and there was a psychic office that i passed. i found this place very hilarious. so i was there a few days before valentine's day. i guess an employee, perhaps the psychic herself, was putting valentine's baskets outside for sale. i laughed so hard. i tried to take a picture, but i was driving, so it didn't turn out too clear. i mean, lets think about this... you go in hear your psychic prediction... hmm. you are going to meet the love of your life... or maybe even a chance that you've already met him/her... while your at it, by a valentine's day basket for him/her. i gotta hand it to them, great marketing/advertising mechanism.
speaking of valentine's day... i have become pretty immune to it, mainly because i haven't had a valentine in like oh 8 years. the last time i had one he broke up with me on valentine's day (the nerve, haha). i think when i do have a boyfriend, it will be kind of strange to celebrate the holiday - but i won't complain. i enjoy spending time with my friends, hanging out with family, or doing what i do on any other day. i'm not really sure why we have to have a holiday that celebrates couples... i mean don't couples celebrate each other on anniversaries? as a single person, i'm pretty sure this holiday is attempt to make sure everyone who is single is aware of it. my friends and i send each other valentine's cards, but on the inside we put happy single's awareness day. we have a good attitude about it. one day, god willing, i'll have a valentine, and maybe i'll get a special night on valentine's but until then i'll continue thinking this holiday is dumb... but don't worry hallmark - i buy into every holiday - i even send cards for st. patrick's day, haha. no matter how ridiculous or stupid i think the holiday is, i'll look for any excuse to send a card to my friends.
alright, tonight i'm trying something new, i'm going to bed somewhat early. early for me is around 11-12, normally it is at least 1am. goodnite!
speaking of valentine's day... i have become pretty immune to it, mainly because i haven't had a valentine in like oh 8 years. the last time i had one he broke up with me on valentine's day (the nerve, haha). i think when i do have a boyfriend, it will be kind of strange to celebrate the holiday - but i won't complain. i enjoy spending time with my friends, hanging out with family, or doing what i do on any other day. i'm not really sure why we have to have a holiday that celebrates couples... i mean don't couples celebrate each other on anniversaries? as a single person, i'm pretty sure this holiday is attempt to make sure everyone who is single is aware of it. my friends and i send each other valentine's cards, but on the inside we put happy single's awareness day. we have a good attitude about it. one day, god willing, i'll have a valentine, and maybe i'll get a special night on valentine's but until then i'll continue thinking this holiday is dumb... but don't worry hallmark - i buy into every holiday - i even send cards for st. patrick's day, haha. no matter how ridiculous or stupid i think the holiday is, i'll look for any excuse to send a card to my friends.
alright, tonight i'm trying something new, i'm going to bed somewhat early. early for me is around 11-12, normally it is at least 1am. goodnite!
update on the ankle saga
can't a girl catch a break, ha - no pun intended. seriously though, i like for my blog to be funny, so i'm not going to bore you with the long drawn out story, but know that i went to the doctor yesterday. the good news is that it is not broken again. however, after hearing what it possibly is, i think a "simple" break would have been the better news. they are pretty sure that i have done some sort of damage to the ligaments in my ankle joint. to what extent, they aren't sure. i will have an MRI next wednesday, and then a follow up the following thursday. if there is significant ligament damage, more than likely it will require surgery. the surgery has a pretty lengthy recovery time. six weeks in a cast and no weight on that leg (crutches).... then a walking boot for six more weeks... 12 weeks total recovery, whew. just pray that it doesn't come to that. enough of the depressing stuff.
me on crutches could be a whole blog in itself... i hate those freaking things. when i had knee surgery almost three years ago, i wanted to throw those things out the window by the time i was able to put weight on my leg again. they are a hazard to my health/well being. i think they make me more likely to fall, and as you all know i am somewhat of a clutz, haha.
me on crutches could be a whole blog in itself... i hate those freaking things. when i had knee surgery almost three years ago, i wanted to throw those things out the window by the time i was able to put weight on my leg again. they are a hazard to my health/well being. i think they make me more likely to fall, and as you all know i am somewhat of a clutz, haha.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
friday the 13th, a stroke of bad luck, emergency room?
so, after i said that my trip to chattanooga was drama free, don't worry memphis more than made up for it. anyone who has been around me knows that i broke my fibula bone back in october. so, for the past four months, i've been in a walking boot and through physical therapy. i just recently joined the gym and started easing my way back into working out again. i have been so excited about working out and losing weight... well, as my luck would have it... that probably isn't going to be the case.
it's an ongoing joke with most of my friends how clumsy i am, i fall all the time. i mean, recently on facebook they posted memories about me, and they all had a memory of me falling, and usually it involves blood, tears, bruises, sprains, breaks, or crutches - i go all out, haha.
so, i guess my ankle joint (where the fibula bone break was) is still pretty weak... i turned my ankle over this morning. i seriously feel like i have an okay tolerance of pain, but this morning i thought i was going to die when i this happened. i couldn't walk. i managed to crawl back up to the bed. i was in memphis and couldn't walk, stranded, i had no choice but to call an ambulance to go to the ER. fun times. i have actually never been in an ambulance, so that was an experience.
first i'll start with the first responders, they came in my hotel, ask me a bunch of questions, my address, social, insurance information, and doctor information. i tell these people numerous times that i do not live in memphis - would i really have called for an ambulance for a broken bone? i would have had a family member taken me to a doctor if i was from the area. then the paramedics arrive, they ask the same exact questions, i repeat, i do not live in the area. they splint the ankle, in quite possibly the most ridiculous thing i've ever seen but that is okay... on the way to the ambulance we go. in the ambulance she continues to ask me questions. again, i tell her, now for the third time that i am not from memphis. keep count how many times i have to tell these people this critical piece of information.
so, on to baptist hospital i go. at this point, i'm so mad at myself. i hate that i am at the emergency room. i wish that i was at home, so i could have put my walking boot on that i already have, and just made an appointment with my orthopedist and carried on with my day... so frustrating. the admissions rep is the wackiest lunatic i have ever met in my life... he proceeds to ask me a million questions, including the same question that the first responders, the paramedics, and nurses in the ER... who is my doctor in memphis? did they miss the memo that charlotte is not in tennessee or memphis for that matter.
meanwhile, i should interject and say that quintiles was amazing today. i called my line manager when all this happened. she helped in a big way. she called my site and cancelled for me. she called another monitor in memphis to see if she could come and help me out if needed. the other monitor was willing to take me to the airport if i couldn't drive - i mean, the outpouring of support i got from all of these people was overwhelming to me. this other monitor didn't even know me and she was willing to come help me out, just so i could get home, i thought that was so nice. my study coordinator at the site was going to stop by the ER if i was still there and check on me, but luckily i was able to get out of there after just 4.5 hours, ha. i am so thankful for my job and the people i work for. i am so blessed.
back to the ER. so, i get back to the room in the ER, and don't see a staff member for the next 2 hours. finally a nurse practitioner comes in and asks the sames questions again. she cuts off the "bo-bo" splint and finally asks a few questions about my foot. she says, i really won't know anything until i get the pictures... i'm thinking no crap. so, she says it will be just a few more minutes until radiation comes to get you for x-rays. about 40 minutes later, i am pissed (sorry for my language) but it is the truth. i hop to the door, and get a nurse to come back there. i explain to him that i need to catch a plane, and how i am not from memphis and don't want to be stuck there all weekend. i explain that i am tired of being stuck in this room. he apologizes, and goes to find out what the hold up is. amazingly, 5 minutes later, the mean x-ray tech arrives.
the x-ray tech could have broken my leg even more with her aggressiveness. she had absolutely no bedside manner. i still am shocked with how aggressive she was. i mean, i was in a lot of pain. she took 4-5 x-rays, and wheeled me back to the jail cell as i like to refer to it as. i then am enlightened to the fact that the part of the ER that i have been placed in is called, get ready for this one, "FAST TRACK." i could laugh still at this one. the nurse, bless his heart, brian, was so nice. he was explaining how they are actually one of the fastest ER programs in tennessee, with this "fast track" system, but today they had an influx of people around 11AM, when they opened. i will give brian major credit though, once i spoke up and told him about my flight and wanting to get home, he really stepped up. he even wheeled out to the cab once i was discharged to get back to my hotel.
the nurse practitioner came back in and put me back in a walking boot. she even suggested crutches, i told them to keep the crutches, that i would not use them. i then get the cab driver to take me back to my hotel. i hobble around and get my stuff together.
i get back to the memphis airport. i get wheeled around in a wheel chair there. that was kind of a weird experience - i felt kind of stupid, but oh well there is no way i could have walked that far in the pain i was in. so, i sit at the gate, waiting for time to preboard. they gate agent calls the preboarders... the people who need, "extra time to get down the jetbridge." so, i go to hand my boarding pass to the gate agent, and this man was standing up near the door. he didn't appear to have a handicap or anything, i thought he was just a platinum or chairman preferred member with us airways waiting to board. i was trying to hand my boarding pass to the gate agent in front of this man, and he says, "um, NO, i am FIRST!" i literally couldn't believe it. i hobbled back, and let this man go first. he proceeded to fly down the jetbridge with no problems. the gate agent couldn't believe it, he said that was so rude, i am sorry that happened mamn. i managed to get down the jetbridge. i get on the plane and realize that this man did indeed have a glass eye, so he is allowed to preboard, so i understand his reasoning for preboarding, but still he could have politely told me that he would like to board first.
i finally arrived in charlotte around 10pm last night, exhausted from the days adventures. my foot was swollen, but i took a prescription strength naproxen and slept like a baby. please pray that this is just a minor setback in my road to recovery. in the grand scheme of things, this is just a little broken bone or bad sprain more than likely, but i go back to the dr. allen on tuesday to see what she says, so we shall see.
it's an ongoing joke with most of my friends how clumsy i am, i fall all the time. i mean, recently on facebook they posted memories about me, and they all had a memory of me falling, and usually it involves blood, tears, bruises, sprains, breaks, or crutches - i go all out, haha.
so, i guess my ankle joint (where the fibula bone break was) is still pretty weak... i turned my ankle over this morning. i seriously feel like i have an okay tolerance of pain, but this morning i thought i was going to die when i this happened. i couldn't walk. i managed to crawl back up to the bed. i was in memphis and couldn't walk, stranded, i had no choice but to call an ambulance to go to the ER. fun times. i have actually never been in an ambulance, so that was an experience.
first i'll start with the first responders, they came in my hotel, ask me a bunch of questions, my address, social, insurance information, and doctor information. i tell these people numerous times that i do not live in memphis - would i really have called for an ambulance for a broken bone? i would have had a family member taken me to a doctor if i was from the area. then the paramedics arrive, they ask the same exact questions, i repeat, i do not live in the area. they splint the ankle, in quite possibly the most ridiculous thing i've ever seen but that is okay... on the way to the ambulance we go. in the ambulance she continues to ask me questions. again, i tell her, now for the third time that i am not from memphis. keep count how many times i have to tell these people this critical piece of information.
so, on to baptist hospital i go. at this point, i'm so mad at myself. i hate that i am at the emergency room. i wish that i was at home, so i could have put my walking boot on that i already have, and just made an appointment with my orthopedist and carried on with my day... so frustrating. the admissions rep is the wackiest lunatic i have ever met in my life... he proceeds to ask me a million questions, including the same question that the first responders, the paramedics, and nurses in the ER... who is my doctor in memphis? did they miss the memo that charlotte is not in tennessee or memphis for that matter.
meanwhile, i should interject and say that quintiles was amazing today. i called my line manager when all this happened. she helped in a big way. she called my site and cancelled for me. she called another monitor in memphis to see if she could come and help me out if needed. the other monitor was willing to take me to the airport if i couldn't drive - i mean, the outpouring of support i got from all of these people was overwhelming to me. this other monitor didn't even know me and she was willing to come help me out, just so i could get home, i thought that was so nice. my study coordinator at the site was going to stop by the ER if i was still there and check on me, but luckily i was able to get out of there after just 4.5 hours, ha. i am so thankful for my job and the people i work for. i am so blessed.
back to the ER. so, i get back to the room in the ER, and don't see a staff member for the next 2 hours. finally a nurse practitioner comes in and asks the sames questions again. she cuts off the "bo-bo" splint and finally asks a few questions about my foot. she says, i really won't know anything until i get the pictures... i'm thinking no crap. so, she says it will be just a few more minutes until radiation comes to get you for x-rays. about 40 minutes later, i am pissed (sorry for my language) but it is the truth. i hop to the door, and get a nurse to come back there. i explain to him that i need to catch a plane, and how i am not from memphis and don't want to be stuck there all weekend. i explain that i am tired of being stuck in this room. he apologizes, and goes to find out what the hold up is. amazingly, 5 minutes later, the mean x-ray tech arrives.
the x-ray tech could have broken my leg even more with her aggressiveness. she had absolutely no bedside manner. i still am shocked with how aggressive she was. i mean, i was in a lot of pain. she took 4-5 x-rays, and wheeled me back to the jail cell as i like to refer to it as. i then am enlightened to the fact that the part of the ER that i have been placed in is called, get ready for this one, "FAST TRACK." i could laugh still at this one. the nurse, bless his heart, brian, was so nice. he was explaining how they are actually one of the fastest ER programs in tennessee, with this "fast track" system, but today they had an influx of people around 11AM, when they opened. i will give brian major credit though, once i spoke up and told him about my flight and wanting to get home, he really stepped up. he even wheeled out to the cab once i was discharged to get back to my hotel.
the nurse practitioner came back in and put me back in a walking boot. she even suggested crutches, i told them to keep the crutches, that i would not use them. i then get the cab driver to take me back to my hotel. i hobble around and get my stuff together.
i get back to the memphis airport. i get wheeled around in a wheel chair there. that was kind of a weird experience - i felt kind of stupid, but oh well there is no way i could have walked that far in the pain i was in. so, i sit at the gate, waiting for time to preboard. they gate agent calls the preboarders... the people who need, "extra time to get down the jetbridge." so, i go to hand my boarding pass to the gate agent, and this man was standing up near the door. he didn't appear to have a handicap or anything, i thought he was just a platinum or chairman preferred member with us airways waiting to board. i was trying to hand my boarding pass to the gate agent in front of this man, and he says, "um, NO, i am FIRST!" i literally couldn't believe it. i hobbled back, and let this man go first. he proceeded to fly down the jetbridge with no problems. the gate agent couldn't believe it, he said that was so rude, i am sorry that happened mamn. i managed to get down the jetbridge. i get on the plane and realize that this man did indeed have a glass eye, so he is allowed to preboard, so i understand his reasoning for preboarding, but still he could have politely told me that he would like to board first.
i finally arrived in charlotte around 10pm last night, exhausted from the days adventures. my foot was swollen, but i took a prescription strength naproxen and slept like a baby. please pray that this is just a minor setback in my road to recovery. in the grand scheme of things, this is just a little broken bone or bad sprain more than likely, but i go back to the dr. allen on tuesday to see what she says, so we shall see.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
i have felt like a zombie all day today
so, after the drama from the vermont trip, i really didn't want to get on a plane this morning... but i did.
yesterday was round 1 of the carolina/duke rivalry... i love it... although it makes me nervous all day. the fact that a basketball game between the college i went to and our biggest rival is ridiculous i know, but it is true. (side note: i have joined a bible study group at forest hill - my church - and it is is wonderful) we had bible study last night. i am so excited about getting to know the girls in the group and having new friends in charlotte. so, kasey our leader is a big "dook" fan and she invited me to hang out and watch the game with her and some friends after group, so i decided to watch the first half with them and go meet up with holly for the second half. i had so much fun hanging out. we had a unc couch and a dook couch. we started doing horrible at the end of the first half, so jillian said that if i left and we won, i wasn't allowed to watch the game with her anymore, haha. so i guess that would be my last time watching the game with jillian, haha. we won though, first round goes to unc 101 to 87... way to go HEELS!!!
according to the fact that the game wasn't until 9, i knew today that 7:30 am flight would be painful, but when i got home, i really wasn't that tired and i really wanted to know who made the top 36 - american idol. i really like anoop (unc grad and clef hanger), michael (the oil rigger), and lil rounds - right now those are my favorites. so i went to bed around 2 am. my alarm went off at 4:55 am this morning - i seriously wanted to sleep even just five more minutes...
i flew to chattanooga today, no problems or crazy stories to tell about the trip. i went to my close-out visit. i went to a mexican restaurant to eat a late lunch... let the fun begin. now, i am aware where i was, but we are in america, so i should be able to order my food in english. i sit down and the waitress looks at me. she doesn't say anything, she just looks at me, and i am like, hmmm.. i guess she wants me to tell her what i want to drink. first, as i always do.. i wanted to put my order in for cheese dip. i say, "may i please order some cheese dip." she points to the drinks on the menu and says, "sweet tea, coke..." and then some words that i literally could not understand. so another guy had to come over to my table to get my drink order???? what the heck. finally, i got my order, it was wrong of course.... they fixed it. oh the joys of people not speaking english, but it is my choice to eat at a mexican restaurant.
i returned to the airport, got on my plane from chattanooga to memphis. no major problems, excpet the guy who sat beside me refused to keep the arm rest that separates us down... i like that thing... i don't like for people to invade my personal space. i tried to deal with it... i felt like he had invaded my personal bubble, but what can you do? meanwhile, amphitheatre head was behind me the whole time and with my three hours of sleep, i just wanted to sleep... now i am finally in my hotel, watching grey's and private practice and then immediately going to bed.
i'll try to write a post about the joys of valentine's day this weekend. everyone have a happy valentine's day!
yesterday was round 1 of the carolina/duke rivalry... i love it... although it makes me nervous all day. the fact that a basketball game between the college i went to and our biggest rival is ridiculous i know, but it is true. (side note: i have joined a bible study group at forest hill - my church - and it is is wonderful) we had bible study last night. i am so excited about getting to know the girls in the group and having new friends in charlotte. so, kasey our leader is a big "dook" fan and she invited me to hang out and watch the game with her and some friends after group, so i decided to watch the first half with them and go meet up with holly for the second half. i had so much fun hanging out. we had a unc couch and a dook couch. we started doing horrible at the end of the first half, so jillian said that if i left and we won, i wasn't allowed to watch the game with her anymore, haha. so i guess that would be my last time watching the game with jillian, haha. we won though, first round goes to unc 101 to 87... way to go HEELS!!!
according to the fact that the game wasn't until 9, i knew today that 7:30 am flight would be painful, but when i got home, i really wasn't that tired and i really wanted to know who made the top 36 - american idol. i really like anoop (unc grad and clef hanger), michael (the oil rigger), and lil rounds - right now those are my favorites. so i went to bed around 2 am. my alarm went off at 4:55 am this morning - i seriously wanted to sleep even just five more minutes...
i flew to chattanooga today, no problems or crazy stories to tell about the trip. i went to my close-out visit. i went to a mexican restaurant to eat a late lunch... let the fun begin. now, i am aware where i was, but we are in america, so i should be able to order my food in english. i sit down and the waitress looks at me. she doesn't say anything, she just looks at me, and i am like, hmmm.. i guess she wants me to tell her what i want to drink. first, as i always do.. i wanted to put my order in for cheese dip. i say, "may i please order some cheese dip." she points to the drinks on the menu and says, "sweet tea, coke..." and then some words that i literally could not understand. so another guy had to come over to my table to get my drink order???? what the heck. finally, i got my order, it was wrong of course.... they fixed it. oh the joys of people not speaking english, but it is my choice to eat at a mexican restaurant.
i returned to the airport, got on my plane from chattanooga to memphis. no major problems, excpet the guy who sat beside me refused to keep the arm rest that separates us down... i like that thing... i don't like for people to invade my personal space. i tried to deal with it... i felt like he had invaded my personal bubble, but what can you do? meanwhile, amphitheatre head was behind me the whole time and with my three hours of sleep, i just wanted to sleep... now i am finally in my hotel, watching grey's and private practice and then immediately going to bed.
i'll try to write a post about the joys of valentine's day this weekend. everyone have a happy valentine's day!
Monday, February 9, 2009
i don't even know where to start...perhaps, my death experience
so, i'll start with friday afternoon. i headed up to raleigh to meet up with some of my best friends friday night for dinner to give candice a well deserved scrapbook. heather, ashley, abbie, kaleena, and myself made candice a scrapbook and wanted to surprise her with it. she needed it now more than ever. we met up at macaroni grill and it was the best. she was so surprised, and i think it meant a lot to her. proverbs 17:17 sums it all up (a friend loveth at all times)
saturday night, we celebrated michael michele's 26th birthday (we are getting old.) we went to brio's at crabtree and then to flying saucer, tobacco road, and bogarts... it was great to hang out with my friends from raleigh or as i once called them, "bayley and them." oops. we had a great time, and bogarts is always fun, except the dance floor was so crowded we could barely move, haha.
while i was on my way to raleigh, i was talking to my grandmother. she said, kelsey i got your travel plans for this week, but they don't look right. i glanced over them, but thought everything looked right and said, "mom, they are fine, no worries." grandmothers know best. i should've read over it more carefully. apparently, somehow from my original reservation to the time i got to the charlotte airport sunday afternoon - something changed. the us airways representative tells me that my bag is checked through to boston, but not to vermont, my final destination. she basically says that that leg of my travel has been cancelled. i am irritated. so, i called quintiles travel. the travel agent says that there was a schedule change, but that it has not been cancelled. i am put on hold for 16 minutes. meanwhile, the clock is ticking, and i am thinking there is no way that i am going to make my flight even to boston. finally the travel agent tells the us airways agent something and amazingly, she finds my reservation. i am good to go, except i will have to get my boarding pass for (cape air) the airline i am flying when i get to boston... so this is where things go from annoying to completely bad...
i get to boston. i realize then that i have to go out of security to get to cape air. the tsa official says, go down the escalator and out the doors, catch the bus and go to terminal C. i get down the escalator to realize there are a million buses, and none of them say terminal C, specifially. i go back inside the terminal ( i am in B at this point) and ask the information desk person. this man is nice, but cannot speak a bit of english. he is apparently trying to tell me to take bus 11, to terminal C, but what it sounds like to me is, "you need jdkajk jkajjowui wckl." he then manages to say, "did that help?" i need to remind you that i am pissed at this point, because i forgot to mention that i only had 50 minutes to get to my next flight. i said, "no it didn't, because you don't speak my language, thanks for nothing." i walk outside and wait for 15 minutes, and finally bus 11 comes....
i go inside terminal C, and the lady at the Cape Air counter (they only have one little tiny booth) says, "why are you just now getting here?" i look at her, like you've got to be kidding me. i said, um, "well, i got off of my plane, from charlotte (us airways) in terminal B and took the shuttle straight here, if you must know i didn't go to the restroom yet, and i'm about to pee in my pants." she says, oh i am sorry we had that you were flying united. united and us airways are a coshare a lot of times, not my problem. they apparently called us airway/united and they said, "i had had plenty of time to get there, as my flight landed at 8:09pm," it was now 8:39pm. need i remind them i stood outside and waited on that stupid shuttle bus forever. she said, hold on, let me call the pilot and tell him you are coming. so she did, no problems, i am still getting on my connecting flight to vermont. she then, gives me the elevator look, up and down, and says (i kid you not), "how much do you weigh?" at this point, i am about to come unglued. i said, "why do you need to know?" she said, for weight distribution on the plane. she then weighed my carry on items, and then hands me my boarding pass, that i would hardly qualify as a boarding pass, as it looked like a receipt from harris teeter. on my way i go. i get to the gate, and then gate agent says, just in time. she takes my boarding pass (receipt), and i am like, i need to know my seat assignment... she says, oh it is open seating.... interesting, i think. i get to the bottom of the stairs, and they open the door to let us outside to get on the plane, and what i see... there are really no words for.
i have been on small plane, turbo props, 10 seaters, you name it... but what i saw before me i cannot even explain. it was the smallest plane i have ever seen. think what orville and wilbur wright flew on, maybe. smaller than someone's privately owned plane... i am freaking out. i am like, we aren't really flying on that. oh but we are... they take our carry on luggage and place it in the wing... the open the window of the plane, which in turn is actually the door we are going to crawl in... and say, have a nice flight. i am thinking, or a nice death. wow!!! there are 8 seats, two of which are the pilot and co-pilot, and only four of us on the plane. the pilot turns around and says "there are three exits, a life vest under your seat, and we are expecting quite a bit of turbulence." remember that, have a nice flight that i heard.. that death thought is definitely back in my mind, haha. all of this is funny now, but at the time, it was not. seriously it was the worst flight of my life. i really thought, well, i saw all of my good friends in raleigh this weekend, i gave most of them hugs and said goodbyes, maybe i really am going down in the cesna, it was horrible. i then thought, why didn't i go to my grandparents and say bye to my family; what about crystal and lindsey (lindsey is in africa???) turbulence might be a bit of an understatement. i had to practice deep breathing treatments and put the air on full blast to keep from getting sick as a dog. i get motion sickness very easily, ask any of my friends who have traveled with me in the mountains, it is not fun. when we finally landed, i seriously prayed a prayer of thankfulness, because i had been praying that God would keep me safe, because i didn't think it was my time to go during that flight. i told God that if it was, to please let that plane go down and not let me suffer. it was that bad.
when we get inside of the lebanon airport (i'm not sure i would really call this an airport) maybe a building, they inform me that luggage unfortunately decided to hang out in boston. i don't blame my luggage, if i had had a choice i would have chosen to do the same thing. that is ok, i'll just get my rental car, sleep in my comfy yoga pants and t shirt i traveled in, and get my luggage at 7:30 AM, and be on my way... oh wait, another problem. the rental car agency is closed. what in the world. can this trip get any worse. so, i ask the very nice gentleman, the only man working the entire airport at this point, if he will call me a cab. he says, sure no problem. so, i get in the taxi, starved, because i hadn't had anything since 10AM sunday morning. so, i beg the taxi driver to take me to wendy's. he does.. i gave him an extra tip. then i get to the hampton inn in white river junction, vermont... finally to get some sleep.
monday morning i wake up, thinking that my luggage should be waiting for me at the airport or at the front desk, but no. it didn't make the early flight. so, i had to go to site visit in yoga pants, a t shirt, my northface fleece, and tennis shoes. did i mention, i didn't have a stitch of make up or a straightner? i was kind of scared of myself. there was a kohl's near my hotel, but i knew quintiles wouldn't reimburse me for a new outfit, and i didn't have time to wait on kohls to open and then go try on stuff and all that... so off i went in basically lounging clothes. i had to meet with the doctor and everything in comfy clothes, wow, that was a new one.
finally, i get back to the airport. they tell me that there is an earlier flight to boston... would i like to get on it. i say sure. it was the pilot, me, and one other passenger. basically, the pilot said i was the "co-pilot." i sat behind where the co-pilot would sit. he even moved the sit down for me, so i could see what all goes on. it was pretty cool. i was thinking, if he goes into cardiac arrest or something, we are doomed, we are both dead, meaning me and the other passenger.
to say the least this has been a trip i'd like to forget. i normally collect christmas ornaments everywhere i go, but i decided after the horrible experience that i had, i didn't want one to remember my first and hopefully last trip to vermont. sorry to my christmas tree this coming year, vermont will not be represented, unless i have a more enjoyable trip to remember.
i am about to board my plane from boston to charlotte, back in first class on a big jet, as holly just called it, a "big girl plane." thank goodness.
my friend candice just said in response to my story, "i'd be jealous if you met jesus before me" - only she would say something like this. i'm telling her all about my horrific experience and she says, she be made at me if i died before her, haha because i'd get to meet jesus first. she was trying to be positive, haha.
Friday, February 6, 2009
waking up late, oops? stupid people...
so, yesterday morning, thursday... i had a 7:55 am flight. so, i set my alarm for 5:55 am and overslept. i woke up at 6:57am. yikes. i had to be at the airport, what to do. i get up and thrown on clothes, throw my hair up in a ponytail, brush my teeth, grab my computer, and literally run out the door. i get to the airport... here is where the "fun" starts. luckily i had checked in at home, but didn't print my boarding pass. so, i get to the e-ticket check-in and the ticket agent says, it is too late. i am like, i have already checked in, i just need a copy of my boarding pass. she starts lecturing me on how late i am. i am like, "do you think, i do not know how late i am?" "look at me?" i am starting to panic. i grab the boarding pass, take off running. i get through security, and take off running. i make it to my gate, and the gate is open, thank GOD, seriously, my God is so good. i mean, i was praying the whole time to the airport. i thought if i miss this flight, i am in so much trouble. i got on the plane, slept the whole time and then did my visit. oh a day in my life, haha.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
security measures... i could have ended up anywhere!!!
so on thursday, i flew up to philadelphia for a day trip. i returned to the airport three hours before my scheduled flight. i asked the ticket agent if i could get on an earlier flight, she said she thought i should be able to, there were open seats, but unfortunately it was closed on her end ( i would need to speak to the gate agent.) it was 3:12! the flight left at 3:35. the times in this store become very important. she says, you have 19 minutes to get through security and to the gate, if you can make it, they'll let you on the plane. so, i take off. i get up to the security line, there are 9 people in front of me, i'm thinking i have 9 minutes to get through this line, and to get to my gate. luckily, i was already in my terminal or there would have been no way. this is where my patience runs thin.... i wish people would listen to the TSA officials. i mean, if they say, no liquids, gels, or aerosols... do you think they are kidding? probably not. you are not exempt? no one is special. when you know you have to take your shoes off, take them off before you get right up to the metal detector. i mean, prepare. i feel like a crazed lunatic sometimes. i want to grab people and help them prepare for this process, i think it is my OCD kicking in. anyway, on to my story, i could go on for hours about the security screening process and how dumb people are. so i make it through the security checkpoint at 3:19 --- whew, i now have like 5 minutes to run to my gate, as they close the cabin door 10 minutes prior to departure. so i get there at 3:23, with two minutes to space. a chinese/japense lady is the gate agent. i am thinking, if she talks like the ladies who do my pedicures, i am screwed. i am not trying to be racist/stereotyping here, but let's face it, you can't understand them. so, i hand the lady my ticket and explain that i want on this earlier flight, she says that they only have middle seats. i tell her i don't care, that is fine. she hands me a boarding pass, and tells me to run down the jet bridge. the boarding pass says, 5F. well me being the avid traveler, i know 5F is a window seat, i'm like, woohoo. i love window seats. i get on the plane, of course someone is in 5F. we (the flight attendant) and i then realize that she had reprinted someone else's boarding pass for me. urghhhh. i get off the plane to get a new boarding pass and the "stupid" gate agent, says, "just go get on the plane, pick any open seat. unless you want to wait and get on your original flight. you going to get left." i'm thinking, they have no record that i am going to be on this flight. what the heck? all the security measures they take... and now she is telling me to go get on this flight, and pick a seat, any seat??? i wish i could do the accent on this thing, it would make it so much more hilarious. regardless you get the picture.
i made it home safely, which is all that matters. i'm going to call us airways to let them know i am not happy with my service. maybe i'll get a free voucher to go somewhere fun out of it, haha - that is funny right.
i made it home safely, which is all that matters. i'm going to call us airways to let them know i am not happy with my service. maybe i'll get a free voucher to go somewhere fun out of it, haha - that is funny right.
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