London Trip/2 May 2013

As I write this, I am 37,000 feet in the air and 817 miles from London. The excitement is finally starting to set in. In less than two hours I’ll be at Heathrow and the chaos will begin: finding our bags, a subway ride, navigating to a hotel who most likely won’t let us check in…and then seeing all. the. things.

Typically when I fly I have anxiety but this time has been a little different. When I left my parents’ house in Tulsa I was so preoccupied with separation anxiety from Emmalie that I didnt really dwell on the actual traveling part too much. I know logically she’ll be fine and that our families will enjoy spending time with her, but, dang, I’m going to miss that kid so much. To make matters worse she was napping when we left so I feel like I didn’t get to give her a much needed hug and kiss goodbye.

The ride from Tulsa to Chicago was kind of bumpy. Those small planes usually are. It wasn’t very long–maybe an hour and a half. Most of the time I watched videos of my kid on my phone. I know, I know… Probably a little excessive. But there wasn’t anything else to do and it was a good way to keep my mind off the flight itself.

Our layover in Chicago wasn’t long. We had just enough time to find our next terminal and eat some dinner. Much, much better than the disaster layover we had on the way home from France with my parents and 2011. I tried to get a good glimpse of the city for when I go back there with my friends in a few months but there’s only so much that can be seen from an airplane.

The plane we’re on now isn’t bad. There have been a few patches of turbulence but that’s to be expected on an 8 hour flight. I’m not sure what it is about being on planes that bothers me. Usually by the end of the flight I’m fine. It’s just the taking off, turning, and turbulence that make me feel a little wonky. Probably some sort of vertigo or claustrophobia or control issue. Maybe paranoia too. My doctor gave me some medicine that seems to help.

In flight entertainment has had it’s ups and downs. We blew through the three episodes of Big Bang Theory on my iPad in the first hour of the Chicago to London leg. Zach watched Gangster Squad but I fell asleep. The screens in the back of the seats are playing some movies too. Zach watched the Oz movie but once again, I tried to rest my eyes. Our flight arrives at 7:00 London time and I don’t want to lose an entire day of vacation to being exhausted.

Speaking of flight times, I’ve taken a few of these Chicago to London flights now and I might say this one is my favorite. At this point at least I don’t feel as exhausted as usual. There’s a six hour time difference between Tulsa and London. So according to Zach’s watch, it’s 11:59 back home. It’s 5:59am in London. We’re 597 miles out now.

Looks like they’re about to bring the drink cart around once last time. Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get a croissant. In the meantime I suppose I’ll listen to music and see if my husband has anything to say… Pretty sure he’s tired. No sleep for him.

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November 24, 2012

So today Hubbs told me he googled himself and a picture of us came up. I got curious and googled myself. The sixteenth photo was this:

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It’s the duplex I lived in from November 2007-March 2010. That sexy Jeep in the driveway was mentioned in yesterday’s post. Anyway, today I’m thankful I no longer live in Minot. I don’t think that statement needs any further elaboration.

November 23, 2012

Today I’m thankful for Jeep.

I’ve had a few vehicles in my day. The first was my trusty Dodge Neon when I was 16, which I kept all the way up until moving to North Dakota. It got excellent gas mileage, but it wasn’t great in the snow which resulted in me trading it in for a black 2004(?) Jeep Grand Cherokee.

I loved Jeepy. It plowed through the drifts and gave me the sense of security I needed while Zach was out in the missile field. Unfortunately gas was $4.00 a gallon at one point, and filling up was a bitch. Trips home to see family cost us about $500 in gas. Ouch.

When I found out I was moving to Kansas, the first thing I did was trade off Jeepy for a Toyota Corolla. I knew we’d be traveling home a lot more and thought “surely I won’t need a 4×4 in Kansas!” Driving a car again was kind of fun. I did a little happy dance every time I stopped at QT to fill up. But eventually Hubbs traded up his truck for a Jeep Patriot, and I started to get a little jealous. It had seat warmers! And filling up isn’t a nightmare!

We recently consolidated down to one car payment, and I’m driving the Jeep again. It’s great for baby and I can’t imagine hauling her junk around in a car. Hubbs is driving a truck again, so he’s happy too. It’s a win/win situation. Jeepy 2.0 gets me from point a to b. It’s great for road trips and even better for baby. I love my Jeep!

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November 21, 2012 – Apps

Today I’m thankful for apps.

I’m not sure I could possibly list all of the reasons why. First and foremost, apps provide me with endless hours of entertainment through games like Dragonvale, Bookworm and Phase 10. They also help me keep in touch with Facebook and Twitter. There’s probably an app for anything I could possibly need; from paying bills to monitoring baby while at my parents’ house. I can read on my iPad (Kindle app) or log lower case’s formula intake with the Similac app.

Apps. I’m not really sure how I functioned without them.

November 19, 2012 – The Dentist

Well, by some miracle (and no thanks to Jill) (but thanks Jill) I’m writing this post tonight. That is, if I can concentrate. I’ve had this document open for at least an hour.

Anyway! So today I went to get my teeth cleaned. It was long overdue, I probably hadn’t been since 2010. I really hate going to the dentist, but my teeth have been hurting lately so I decided it was time to bite the bullet. And it didn’t go as bad as I thought. I have one cavity, and another that’s missing its filling. Unfortunately that means I have to go back next Monday.

Today I’m thankful for the dentist ’cause somebody has to clean up mah dirty mouth.

November 18, 2012 – Long Live Teh Drive Thru!

So once again I asked the hubbs to help me think of something I’m thankful for. And again he came up with something totally inappropriate.

#notwritingaboutit #andreallywhoisntthankfulforthose

He proceeded to suggest Boomer (who I’ve already written about) and then he said:

“Write that you’re thankful for outdoorsmen. Because now that Hostess is going out of business, you’re going to have to rely on me for food.”

Uh, so it looks like today I’m thankful for the drive thru. The drive thru has become somewhat of a constant in my life lately. You never really realize how difficult it is to get a drink from Quiktrip, or something to eat, until you’ve got a baby in the backseat. Having to haul a car seat and diaper bag is hard enough. But once you start to add drinks and take out it becomes pretty much impossible. 

The drive thru is also nice when you’re on a long trip. I don’t travel as much as I did when I lived in ND, but when I do, I’m pretty determined. I hate stopping, but sometimes its necessary. I try to make it quick, even if it means eating disgusting McDonald’s because its the closest thing to the highway. Thanks to the DT, I take comfort in knowing that I’ll be back on the road in no time.

Drive thrus make my life so much easier. They keep my belly full and my hands free. I’m particularly fond of the drive thru at Panera. Pizza Hut, Subway, Starbucks and Rib Crib are nice too. Dammit, I had better stop talking before I get hungry…

#omnomnompanera

November 17, 2012 (I can pretend, right?) – Ceramics!

Woo! Ceramics! I’m thankful for this even though I 1) haven’t gotten to do it in a while and 2) kind of suck at it. A few semesters ago I took a wheel throwing class, and I can honestly say it’s probably been one of the most fun things I’ve ever done. Even though I’m on kind of a hiatus from school, I looked into taking another one next semester but they weren’t offering it at night. Sigh. 

Luckily I have an electric wheel in my garage. Doing ceramics at home isn’t ideal. It’s hard for me to get in “the zone” (where I just kind of forget everything and become this mindless  bowl-making zombie) and clean up is a pain in teh ass. My wheel is actually buried under a bunch of Zach’s stuff right now, but I keep asking him to clean the garage. Hopefully in posting this he’ll see how desperate I am to do it again, and help me out.

#wishfulthinking