Once more with the musings

As I walk down the aisle to find my seat, I come to the emergency exit row. I chose this seat as I wanted to have plenty of leg room for the flight. But I am struck with something that until now, I had never before thought: If this door comes flying open during the flight, I'm dead! There is no way that I would survive being sucked out my seat and into the wide open expanse of clouds that surround our plane. Some might say: well won't the seatbelt hold you in? Those are the stupid people. The seatbelt would either give way, or cause my body to be ripped in half. So my only recourse is to gently float to the ground in one piece or two. I don't even get the dignity of choosing which way I go. Life can be so unfair sometimes. Another thing strikes me as odd right now, and forces me to question the flight attandant: "Miss, should the wing really be shaking like that?"

I think I would prefer to be sucked out whole. It's got to stink being ripped apart by wind-sheer and a federally approved seatbelt at 487 MPH (our current crusing speed).

Last time I wrote on a plane, I said that I wanted to change the way my life was spent. Somethings have changed, but I still have not yet met my goal. I still work ridiculous amounts of hours at work (so far for two days this week, I have put in 25.5 hours). I did manage to convince the bosses to hire some new help for me (2 new Project Managers to split the load). I also got them to refine and right out our company process. That way everyone would know what was to be expected and how everything should flow. We are still in the implementation phase, but already we are starting to see the fruits bear out.

Actually I change my mind. I just caught a glimpse of the ground below. Rip my body in half and let me die quickly. I don't want to wacth myself slowly float some 34,000 feet to what surely is to be a very hard and abrupt landing.

I am also excited about this trip as I will get to see my sister, Pam, for the first time since she was diagnosed. We all just thought she was stupid, turns out it was a brain tumor. What are you going to do?! She has been doing well. Her treatments have been succesful so far, so we can all joke about it. But the time will come when the tumor will kill her. It is the kind that keeps growing back despite treatments. Thankfully she gets checked often, so they will see the next one coming. And on the positive side, she has lost a lot of weight! That seems like a fair trade off - deadly disease; trim waste, thighs and buttocks! Trendy women are sure to start lining up as soon as this secret gets out.

Wait, no, I change my mind again. Just let me have a heart attack and pass out.

They say that weddings are a great place to meet girls. I find this very odd, and not at all comforting to me. The only weddings I attend are for family members. Should I really be looking around the room during the ceremony thinking: Which one of these 2nd cousins can I ask out? I did ask a girl out the other day at church. She accepted, once I talked her into it. I didn't realize until later that I didn't actually set a time or day for the date. I know what we are going to be doing, but not when. We are going to watch the first installment of the greatest film ever made: Lord of the Rings! She has never seen it before. We will pick up some sort of to-go meal, bring it back to her house, and watch the movie. She is cute, Czechoslovakian, and willing to watch a 3 hour movie. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for this one!

Oh, crap! This door better hold, I don't want to die!