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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.