Yoo 356 - That Just About Killed Me

The thought of going back to work today just about killed me. (only slightly dramatic). I'd already taken the day off so I rolled with it and cleaned my house and browsed wedding sites instead. Pretty uncharacteristic but so needed.

Then I ran and pumped some iron for the first time in over a week. That just about killed me too.

On this topic, other things that almost killed me in the past couple days.

Near-Death Experience Uno: Flight from Houston to San Antonio

My plane took off and circled around Houston. Then it circled around Houston again. And again. After the third circling I grew a bit suspicious...that's about when the pilot announced the following:

"Sorry for the delay folks, we seem to be having trouble with the landing gear. We're going to land and switch planes."

Does that not raise an issue with you? But what about the landing gear??

My plane frolicked playfully amongst the clouds for 20 minutes while I frantically pondered what it would be like to die in a fiery plane crash. Also, I love clouds. How fun it is to dance around them! And look down! It's like a whole new perspective on life. Gives me a taste of how small and insignificant we each are. Yet not at the same time. Also also, I love flying.

And then we landed. Apparently the landing gear was just stuck down. But concern was justified, yes? Yes. They wouldn't actually tell you if they were going in for a crash landing! You just have to wait and see. Meanies.

Near-Death Experience Dos: Curling my hair before church

Not typically a deadly encounter, right? Well it is when your curling iron explodes! Has your curling iron ever exploded?

There I was, all innocently shaping my locks, when sparks flew. In a love song, that might be romantic. Coming from a scalding iron that you're holding just inches away from your face? Terrorizing.

I lie not. The roommate was there to witness.

The cord shorted, shocked electrocuted (more dramatic verbiage) me, and then shot sparks out the end for a good 10 seconds. I didn't know what to do with it! We both screamed like little girls while the curling iron dangled erratically from my outstretched hand. Then I thought to unplug it.

Luckily my hair was not coated in hair spray at the time.

Now what point is there to all of this except to remind me that I can pretty much go at any moment in any bizarro way? I probably won't stop running in lightning storms any time soon...but I'm certainly motivated to be better just in case.

Have a great day :-)