Tired, so tired.

Hello, my adoring public.

That might be a little over the top, but that’s what come to me tonight. Since I last wrote, I visitted Austin, TX, played with adorable nieces, and went to Ikea. We also got to go swimming in Barton Springs, a very-Austin, very-cool, natural-spring swimming pool. Then, I once again went to Oklahoma where my mother, my sister, and I took up gardening by stealing blue grass, indian paintbrush, and yucca plants from neighboring, roadside ditches and planting them on the north side of my parents’ home. We also shopped garage sales where I bought the perfect $10 orange chair. Then I flew back to Ohio, where my car broke down. I got to go swimming. I hung out with dear friends, both from OBF and Veritas.

Then my friend Amy drove me to Kentucky where we hiked in Red River Gorge. It was 5-6 miles in about 4 hours. That might seem slow, but we did climb on some rocks too! It was beautiful. I got back home again in that day. Picked up my car from the mechanic who miraculusly fixed all my problem for under $200. Then I left for Lancaster, PA to work at the Center for Talented Youth, teaching archaeology.

I arrived only 15 minutes late. Then I’ve unpacked and gone through orientation through every waking hour. Caffeine! Give me Caffeine!!!!

Every day of the last week has had more action than all of the previous weeks between January and May. Except perhaps for that week in March when I got sick with the flu. But that really wasn’t action. At least, not the type I like. On any of those weeks, you would have received a much funnier commentary concerning orange chairs and my hiking faux pas at Red River Gorge, but I want to go to sleep. I’m pooped, and we’ve got more to do tomorrow. I need to determine if my lesson plans are sufficient for next week.

What else should I tell everyone? It’s Joanna who wanted me to write a blog, and she’s going to be writing a better blog on the yucca plants soon on her myspace account. Here’s a cheery hello to all my guy friends at CTY. Strangely, CTY is the only place where my guy friends out number my girl friends by about 3-1. That’s indirectly proportional to guy/girl ratio of friends for the rest of the year.

Also, the mamogram looked good a couple weeks ago, but Dr. Dexeus wants to keep an eye on me. That means another appointment in September. Pout. Will I be forever chained to a doctor’s office?

It’s been a good week. God has been gracious in so many with so many blessings, big and small. Just pray that keep running the race and push on to very end.

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JoeyGirl Says:
June 23rd, 2007 at 8:10 pm
Thank you, Jenny.

JoeyGirl Says:
July 4th, 2007 at 1:18 pm
Hola, darling! No yucca blogs, but there is one on Boulder. Give me a call when you have a chance. Or blog a bit. That would also be acceptable. I’m thinking about you!

Planes, Trains, and Thunderstorms

Okay, this post has nothing to do with trains, but I’ve always wanted to ride a train. Oh. wait. I think I can fit a train into the following narrative. It’s not big train, but it was a train.

Monday, I began to travel home in a good way. Annie came early to pick me up, and I was ready. We stopped and got coffee at starbucks for a treat, and then we headed to Dayton.

Flight from Dayton to Dallas. perfect. Arrive in Dallas. 10 minutes before taking off to Wichita. Thunderstorm #1. It was raining so hard you couldn’t even see past the tail of the plane. The flight was delayed 30 minutes, then an hour, then another 30 minutes. I ran to get food, and by the time, I got back the flight was cancelled!@ Ack!

It was either fly to Wichita the next day and sleep at the aiport, or fly to Oklahoma. So, I flew to Oklahoma City. Now, my parents had already driven over an hour to get to Wichita, but I called them, and they did a 180 and headed to OKC, 3 hours south.

That flight was seriously delayed, and I had the chance to take the airport’s mono-rail to extravegant Councourse D. (You see I did mention a train.) Lovely shopping, eating, and art, but no time to stay. Soon I was on the plane. It was time for take-off. Then, Thunderstorm #2. Rain swept across the tarmac in waves as the wind blew the plane side to side like a rocking horse. 45 minutes later, my parent’s were already in OKC, and I was just beginning to take off.

When I arrived at OKC, I headed down to the baggage claim where I got a big hug from my parents. However, my bag was not there with them to greet me. I assumed it probably was in Wichita, but the guy in the missing bag department didn’t believe me when I showed up. He said I had to wait until all the bagage was cleared from the carasol. The only problem was that the same 20 or so bags continued to go around the ramp while approximately 30 people were bagless. By the time, I got back to the office. There were 20 people with missing lugage ahead of me in line. Luckily, there’s a phone number, and you can report your missing bagage that way instead. It was only 15 minute wait on my cell phone to get an available representative.

So my parents and I leave OKC around 11:30 and finally arrive home about 1:30 am the next day. It was an adventure, but I’m thankful for understanding parents and other passengers who took the delays considerably well.

And my bag? It came 24 hours later. They found it in Wichita the next day, and then hired a currier to drive it out to the family farm. She arrived at 10:00 pm in the evening. I wondered how the lady handled it, driving off the highway, onto a blacktop road, and then down 1.4 miles of gravel. She didn’t seem to worried.

The End. Hopefully… I fly again tomorrow to visit my sisters in Austin. It’s OKC, Dallas, Austin. Last time, I made it in under 2 and half hours. May there be no more storms tomorrow!

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JoeyGirl Says:
June 21st, 2007 at 8:45 am
Okay, beautiful. You’re going to have to start blogging again. I’m not there anymore, and I want to live vicariously through you.