Flying Pink For October

So as I'm sure you are all aware, that October is Breast Cancer awareness month. This has come to my attention over the past few years as the color pink has assaulted my senses. Now for the ever rare flight story...Delta, at least last year, has been selling "Flying Pink" Martinis to raise money for breast cancer for October. Lovely ASA has followed suit, by serving up these drinks (which I might add that I haven't done a good job because my job description is to be there for passenger safety, not a bartender). When I came into work last week I received this memo,
"We have been made aware of concerns regarding the sale of pink martinis to support breast cancer research in view of studies indicating that alcohol can be a risk factor for breast cancer. In light of this and with respect for our partner, The Breast Cancer Research Foundation, effective immediately we should no longer sell pink martinis on board to raise awareness for breast cancer research during October. "
The irony of this is was too much to keep to myself. Imagine dealing out people's death while raising money to save them from what is making them sick and die. Wow to even explain it is very confusing. Well it is all in a good cause--right?

Does it sound strange?

This is mostly for the ladies in the ward who are having babies, or just did. Is this a totally weird name? Rose Tyler Christiansen. Seriously tell me what you think?

I'm a crazy animal magnet!

It has been since I was born that I have never had a normal animal. My first cat that I remember was completely onery. He would do the most obnoxious things like you would be sleeping in Saturday morning and all of sudden you couldn't breathe because you had a fat furry thing on your face. If looks could kill, my cat, Pushie, would have killed you, clawed you then lit you on fire. In the end he beat up every cat on the block, and eventually at the ripe old age of 17 he contracted FIV (AIDS). What kind of animal contracts AIDS??? Daniel jokes that it wasn't fights that Pushie was getting into, but promiscuous sex. Now we come to my dog, Cody, who is neurotic about everything. To this day he has separation anxiety; he makes all kinds of racket when you leave or take him anywhere. My favorite, however sad, is that he is deaf. You could be having a rock concert and he wouldn't know, but if you are watching TV, he comes a running like you called him. He is the only animal I know to get sea sick in a land locked state. The poor guy's eyes were rolling in his head and he couldn't walk straight, and kept thrown' up. I think he is going on 14 years (my pets don't die either unless it is a record of some sort). Now you can see why I was reluctant to get a cat because I was just sure that he would be completely crazy, mean, and get some sort of crazy disease. Well, I finally figured out the deficiencies of my cat, Dos. He can't tell if he is a cat, dog, or kid. He comes when you whistle, waits for you to come home at the door, and follows you from room to room. He acts like a kid because he throws temper tantrums if he doesn't get attention, likes empty boxes better than the toy that you bought him, and doesn't meow, but some weird purreow (its the only way to explain it; he runs and does it. I guess he does meow, but it sometimes cracks). The cat in him however shines through and through. He LOVES to shred everything, mostly boxes, but if he wants to play at midnight he starts to shred the bed and he knows I'm out of bed like a flash. Daniel needed a friend while I was gone, so I let him get a cat knowing someway that either I would make it insane, or it would start out insane.

Back in Time with a Jetsetter

With the insistence of Daniel, I have decided to upload our adventures across the globe. These pictures are from last May when we were supposed to go to Japan for Daniel's best friend's wedding. Unfortunately, that month of work I was on call and couldn't get the time off. So, as nervous as Daniel was to leave the country on his own, Daniel set off to Asia on his own. I on the other hand had seven days off and wasn't about to spend it in the States. After much debate, no money for two separate vacations, I decided to go to Nice, France.

Daniel had many adventures of getting lost, but he was able to get to the small town of Kumamoto. It is a fairly wealthy town that is known for its noodles and clear water. It has of course its typical castle for its region. I want to post some pictures of the wedding because it is so cool looking and wild compared to American weddings. They had two types of wedding clothes, a traditional outfit, and then they changed to more modern wedding clothes. Everyone loved Daniel for his crazy comments as well as how tall he was.

He ended up keeping my favorite past time of taking pictures of the bathroom. Bathrooms around the world are so interesting; sometimes I think that its the only thing that makes the country interesting. Who would have thought to have buttons to flush a toilet?
Out of all the guests Daniel had the most authentic Japanese experience because he used the public transport, talked to natives whether they knew English or not and generally acted as though Kumamoto was his own home.

My adventures were not as I expected. I went to Nice expecting the beautiful coast of sand where I could be a beach bum. Well I was surprised to find out that it was nothing, but rocks! I couldn't believe it! I went the same weekend as the Cannes film festival which I should have paid the bus fair and waited thirty minutes to go to a real beach. My favorite adventure was being hit on by some African man. I kept flashing my ring at him, but it meant nothing to him. I didn't get that sun burn from the rocky beach. It was from the crazy African who kept me out in the sun because he couldn't find a way to get me back to his place. Not even his "African music he could make for me" could induce me to go off with a strange man! Yes, I have the mindset that any strange man could be a serial killer and wants to hack me into bits whether they are Russian, American, or African. When Daniel saw me five days later, he was shocked that I didn't already have cancer it was still that bright and red. I still have the farmers tan permanently burnt into me. PS I have to write this silly note--that this is the first pair of flip flops I have ever owned and worn. Sad I know I was 24 before I found the wonders of flip flops, but Daniel was 24 before he even wore a pair of sandals!

Doctor Who Crazies

The last few days have been a bit dull and since I haven't seen a good TV show in ages, nor has anyone recommended anything worth watching. I have decided to be more like Daniel and inflict my interest on people who don't care. What I really have a need for is a good season of Doctor Who. For those of you out in the universe who haven't seen this fabulous funny brilliant, clever, adventurous show. This posting goes out to Chisa because she thinks that Daniel and I are the weirdest Americans and I would like to reaffirm her suspicions.
Who is the Doctor?
Here is another fun one liner

Well I hope you enjoy your day everyone and have fun.