Q & A

In three hours, I am scheduled to be on a plane, flying from San Diego to Seattle, Washington for a business meeting. When I told my boss that I really didn't want to fly and I'd much prefer to drive to Washington - because of the whole 10th grade premonition thing - he laughed at me and said that driving wasn't an option and surely I don't believe some silly high school joke.

I don't believe in people who claim to see the future, do I?

Well, I'm not sure.

It seems crazy that I would ever forget this, but I was recently reminded that a few years before we had children, we attended a large Halloween party where there was a fortune teller.

First she invited me in to have my fortune told and I scoffed when after she flipped over a few cards she told me that I was going to have triplets. But I stopped scoffing and started looking for a paper bag to breathe in, when an hour later, she told my husband - who she had never met before and did not know was married to me - that he was going to become the father of triplets.

*cue Twilight Zone music*

Premonition or not, I'm terrified of flying.

But I'm even more terrified that if I survive this trip, I am scheduled to fly back to South Carolina for my 20-year high school reunion in two weeks. With my husband. And all four children. The whole lot of us will be on ONE plane.

IN THE SKY.

Just writing this makes me feel a little better. Because if I write about it, nothing will happen. Especially if I jump up and down and spin around four and three quarter times, on my left leg, while chewing Bubblicious Strawberry Bubble Gum just before I board and then run screaming "COWABUNGA!" on to the plane.

Still, I sit here with sweat dripping off my brow at what the next few days holds for me, as I fly up and down the Pacific coast. When I told Charlie about my fears, he said, "Hey, look at it this way. You have no one to look after but yourself. But me? I will be home alone with four small children. You can drink wine to calm your nerves. I'll be drinking lemonade."

Although I hope to post several times this week regarding a few topics that are on my mind, I know that I'll have limited access to the internet. So, if you have any random questions for me, please leave them here.

I just received a question from Wendi who wants to know, "Are you able to FLY with your BOB? Can you fit it through the security check in the airport? If you could let me know, I would soooo appreciate it! We have a trip to Colorado in a few weeks and I'm debating whether we can take it?"

I'll do my best to answer Wendi's question and anything else you throw at me, over the next few days. Provided I am still among the living.

(OK, it's not helping me at all that Elizabeth, "the spirtually connected one", just came out of her room crying that she doesn't want me to go on this trip because she doesn't want me to die. Who told her about this?? I certainly didn't. Never once have I talked to her, in front of her, or in the general vicinity of her about these crazy flying thoughts. Is it possible she's been reading my blog??)

Good bye people. Good bye.

This could be it.

Forever.