My Face Splatered Across the World Wide Web

I guess I am sending this out there as a poll because I just can't decide:

Should I join Facebook?

I haven't yet and I tell Daniel it is because I like the anonymity that I have. He reminds me that I have blog and tell all sorts of secrets on it. But I point out that most people don't look at it because they are always asking if I'm facebook, and keep looking for me. My biggest reason for not joining is I don't want the people who drove me nuts in high school to "friend" me. Most people say just ignore them, but I like to just have a quick glance at what they are doing and then they have me and I don't want to be rude and "defriend" anyone. Then there is the whole "Let's not make complete sentence" factor. Which drives me crazy and helps me to be so glad that I don't text message. On my last trip my other flight attendant was reading people's blurbs, and one girl announced her bathroom movements online. I didn't need to know that.

Yet the voyeur in me is so curious to stalk everyone on the internet because I don't actually have to have close communication with them. So far too many cons and not enough pros. I guess I am looking for more pros. Help me out.

Guess Who?

I usually don't have airplane stories, but I finally have a cool one I can pull out when people ask me for one. I was going from Monroe Louisiana to Atlanta. I had a passenger get on who was extremely tall. He nearly bent in half to get on. He came on almost to the last, mumbled that he had the exit row in 7D and that he was going to need the extra room. I got annoyed because he was going to be one of those complaining tall people and he didn't have the exit row and I wasn't going to help him with that because he would just need to deal with it. He gets back there and realizes that he doesn't have the exit row and gets my attention about it. Then says, "Never mind Miss, I got the exit row." I was telling him to come up front, but he kept saying "No Miss I'm just fine." At this point I felt generous (I don't know where it came from) and realized that I didn't have anyone sitting up front. Now the CRJ 200 is one of the only planes where the exit row has no extra room, maybe a 1/2 inch more than the other rows. Only the bulk head row has considerable amount more. I walk back there and looked at this guy and laughed because his knees were at his chin, plus his feet were completely under the seat, and he was leaning mashed next to the window. I told him that there wasn't really that much more room from the exit row and his original seat. I had an empty seat in the front row that actually had more room. He kept insisting that he was fine and would sit here until I said that no one had that seat. He got up and followed me and thanked me.

Once he got to the seat I thought for sure he would take his long legs and spray all in my galley because that is what people who are half his size do. Then I get to trip on them for the next hour and it is really annoying. But he sat in his blocked out space and went to sleep for the entire flight--I don't know how he did that because he had more room, but not that much more space.
I watched him as we were descending and I thought he is a punk college basketball player. Except he is a nice one, but he is bothering my OCD because he only has one ear piercing and that's an odd number which is really annoying. He finally woke on landing and I gave him a goofy smile and shouted "Good Morning Sunshine!" even though it was the afternoon. He kind of looked at me funny and then smiled.

I started to talk to the lady next to him and where she was going and why. She was talking about going to see the Saints play, and I noticed Mr. Tall listening a little, so I asked him where he is going and he said South Florida and seemed to clamp down which I thought it was weird that he didn't give a city or want to talk. Anyway the lady and I started to talk about football and the snow, and she remarked on how "Daddy Long Legs" over there was going away from the foretasted snow. I laughed and said yeah "Poor Daddy Long Legs." He stopped listening to our conversation after that. Once we had parked he stood up really quick. I suggested that he could stand right outside the door to stretch, as long as he didn't jump off. He said, "No, Miss I am alright." He shortly left after that.

I was cleaning the plane after the passengers had left and one of the rampers came on all excited and said, "Did you know that you had a basketball star on your flight!" I said, "I figured with how tall he was he must play basketball. Who was he?" "He played with Micheal Jordan on the Bulls...his name is Scottie Pippen. I even asked to make sure!" I busted up laughing. I gave Scottie Pippen such a hard time and made a fool of myself that explained the funny looks and the refusal of special treatment. He was incredible polite though. I am a little embarrassed that I made fun of his height. At least I know I will treat famous people the same as regular people because as I think back the exit row seemed to know who he was; the lady upfront and me didn't. I have only met a few famous people, but he and Micheal Gambon (the second Dumbledor) were the most polite.

First Tree

I am proud that I finally got my own ornaments for my tree. The only ones I had were from my mother that I stole and what I had collected before I was married (a total of two), and one from my friend Katie.

Katie and I always would do crafts our first year as flight attendant. Even though they weren't always that great, we would find the best deals because we were poor. I found this great idea for a snowman and Santa ball at a expensive botique in Georgia. The snowman didn't turn out as great as the store's, but I am so impressed with my Santa ball that I had to show you all. Mostly I am excited that my tree has color, I did it at half the cost, and I didn't have to sponge off my mother to do it!

Drama of the Teeth

This is the pretty picture of my two new front teeth. My left tooth is the one I knocked out when I was about 15. I tried to find a picture of my teeth with it all dark ( a great portion of my wedding pictures have it in them), but you have to get you face all close to it, and I don't have photoshop to show you because you have to get close to see it. You can kind of see it in this photo, but remember the whole get close to it factor.Trust me it was getting worse because I would teach the five year old kids in church and one would ask nearly every Sunday "Sister Annie why is your tooth black?" I would say Thanks a lot that was rude because I am self conscious and I knock out my tooth on the trampoline.

Anyway, I bit the bullet to get these crowns because I kept feeling like my teeth were falling out. Now other than the pain of a normal crown. I had to relive sitting on my couch with my tooth have in my mouth; blood caked around my tooth and everywhere watching Arther on PBS(I don't know why I decided to watch TV) while waiting to go to the dentist. In the dentist office I wanted my sister (who originally took me to the dentist), my mom (who always took me home for the dentist after major trauma), and finally I thought I should want Daniel just because isn't that whom I suppose to want???

After the damage had been done, I sat in my car and cried for thirty minutes because I couldn't see to drive home and was in a little bit of shock. I was convinced that my temporaries would fall out on a flight and I would be this hilly billy with nasty teeth (I figured I must be more shallow and vain than I thought). The funniest part was I actually got a compliment on my temporaries.

Now that I have crowns I hate them because they're "perfect" I liked that my front teeth were quite a bit longer than the others, but it didn't look too odd. What really ticks me off though is that they lighten my crowns a lot and you can notice in pictures (like the first one), so they don't match my teeth. The dentist said that was okay because now I had a base to start whitening. I was mad because I didn't want to spend money on crowns and now I am OCD enough to be forced to pay money to whiten my teeth to make my teeth match. Plus, I had to buy a new retainer because it no longer fit my teeth.I love my retainer; it is a security blanket for me. It is purple with sparkles and a humming bird sticker. I was so excited to get it because I joined the "people who had braces" club. Daniel couldn't believe that I would wear it for everything. I like this one because I could eat with it and it was totally discreet (I have it in my mouth in the second picture). My new one doesn't have a sticker on it, it is purple with sparkles, but it is the most obvious hideous retainer. This one looks like it was made when retainers first came out. I am thankful to have a retainer back in my mouth, but I hate this new one.

More than you bargained for when you asked what happened.

Thanksgiving

Whew! Thanksgiving was great this year because we didn't have to cook or deal with anything. Daniel got to come on a trip with me. This is the first Thanksgiving I worked and I was in Albany, New York. It is the coolest city because it's architecture is so heavily European and Colonial. We stayed in downtown which is beautiful, but rather dead because of the holiday. We had a nice walk along the Hudson and it was warmer than Atlanta. We had a great Thanksgiving dinner by the hotel ($20.00) for free. It was buffet style, but was made from scratch so it didn't taste like a bad Vegas buffet.

Daniel's favorite part was flying up on one of my flights because he could ask for as much to drink as he liked and I gave him first class treatment with things like Twix and Sun Chips. He got to meet one of my favorite pilots and talked to him for two hours on the way home (surprise! they mostly liked the same things). All in all I hope that he will come to work with me again for Christmas since I will be in Oklahoma City and hopefully I will get to see my brother too!