The airplane

I am in California! I have been for two days, and we have had a blast. I flew out here on Wednesday, Jon and I left early to the airport to meet my Mom, who was in the middle of a layover on the way to NC. By the way she saw a doc there yesterday who looked at her tests and pronounced-"You have Lymes disease." She cried. We all knew that she did, but every doctor she has been to see have all said No, you're wrong, there is no such thing in GA. Anyway, good news! So the plane trip was pretty terrible. It was a five hour flight, and I didn't bring any fun books because I was determined to work on the business plan for Tiff and I...but after two hours of that, my brain was done. Unfortunately, the in-flight movie was Harry Potter-not such a big fan. I hadn't ever seen any of the movies before, but I was really surprised at how demonic it was the several times my eye caught the screen. After trying to avoid that for awhile I got up to visit the potty, which was smaller than I remembered. There was a tray over the toilet so I hunched over and backed in, then I couldn't find the flusher so I finally lifted the tray. It turned out that the tray was a changing table that should have been lifted and latched, so the hunching was for nothing. I found the bright blue button that said flush, and tentatively pushed it. I have always kind of thought that there is a certain element of danger in flushing on an airplane, so there was some apprehension. The apprehension was intensified when, as the toilet flushed, several random pieces of toilet paper from the floor were sucked into the air and down the small dark hole...I must admit with embarrasment that I threw myself toward the opposite wall, and then quickly left. Airplanes themselves make me a little nervous which surprises me, since I am not the nervous type. Just that morning, as I was lotioning a whole movie scene flashed through my head. I was on an airplane about to take off and several terrorists burst in with guns (I didn't say that the movie was realistic) they asked angrily, "who put lotion on this morning?" I, not knowing which was the right answer, because I figured this was a Gideon test, which it turned out to be, said truthfully that I had. As I was herded into the line getting off the plane, being saved from a fiery ball of death, I remarked, "Who knew that the first time I put lotion on in weeks it would be the reason I am abducted by terrorists?" My comment caused a nervous titter of laughter around me. I was actually proud of myself keeping my humor and dignity in a time like this. Then I started bargaining for the rest of the children on the plane with the argument, "They can't help it if they didn't have lotion!" "Very true," the terrorist said. I was then going to try to save more lives when my husbands voice cut through my story, "Noelle, are you almost ready?" I told him my story, and He said- "Noelle, I continually pray that you don't give yourself an ulcer." I laughed, and then realized that He was serious. I became a little offended. Anyway I will tell you more later, but my sister needs the computer so here are some pics of my new haircut.