YRU Even Saying This?
“Why are you even saying this?” from Mostly Bright Ideas, may be my all time favorite line in a blog. Mostly because even though I have just recently entered the blissful world of Empty Nestdom where I do whatever I want, when I want, and how I want except when the dog tells me I have to do it differently, I’m still a recovering parent.
I still dream in Motherhood and wake up with some angst, worried that I’m supposed to be doing something I’m not, then realize, oh the kids are grown, it’s just Tony and me (and the dog) and I GO BACK TO SLEEP (I sleep! AND I sleep in!).
I am in the midst of transitioning from explaining repeatedly, “Why I am even saying this” to saying, “Bummer you only have $9.00 left, you might want to skip that concert if you plan to eat.” I keep on waiting to feel the emptiness part of this transition, but it’s not there (finally felt it) I think this is largely due to the daily dose of sometimes hilarious, sometimes heartfelt (often times both) blogs I have stumbled upon accidentally in my search for what comes next in my life.
Reflecting on life through the eyes of others has been a great source of laughter and inspiration, hence, I have wanted for some time now to come up with a way to honor the bloggers whose blogs I love to read. I worked on a really cool Web site to display my favorite sites (it’s now just an abandoned building waiting for someone to take down the Christmas decorations), but realized it was too time consuming to keep up.
Thirty Years of Growing Pain(s) gave me this idea when she happened upon one of my favorite posts, The Flight Attendant, I have decided to dedicate this page to YOUR favorite posts. I hope you will participate. Please choose the three posts on your blog that you would love for people to read, and leave the links in the comments below.
Blogs I love:
Memoirs of an Evil Step Mom
The Good Greatsby
jell jell @ I’ll Sleep When They’re Grown
I am a liver
Mostly Bright Ideas
I hope I remembered everyone. I would never intentionally exclude anyone, so if you are not here, you will be soon (the next time you pop into my inbox).
My Favorite Post:
The Flight Attendant
Yesterday, in the back of the pickup, we met up with an Irish girl who was about 21 traveling on her own, a young British couple (who literally looked like they were 15 years old – the female half of the couple had been traveling five months on her own), and a mother/daughter duo from the United States.
Immediately, there was conversation about where have you been, where are you going, what have you been doing, etc., etc.? The mom who was approximately 52 to 53ish exclaimed with pride that she was a flight attendant. I was a little taken aback by her excited proclamation. She then went on to explain, much to all of our envy, that she and her daughter had flown first class to Thailand from New York for $78.00. “They greeted us with champagne and gave us menus,” she exclaimed with the giddiness of me when I see a Thai vehicle with seatbelts. I honestly thought, I’d like to marry this woman for her airline benefits.
Eventually, she told us her story. She used to own an oil changing franchise and a couple of other investment type businesses. One day her sister came into the oil changing establishment and found her crying. The sister said, “I have never seen you so miserable.” That day, she decided she would sell the businesses and do something different with her life.
She decided she would like to be a flight attendant and asked her sister to help her look for something online. A couple of weeks later she was on her way to New York City to interview for a flight attendant job. There were about 150 applicants there; she called her sister, and said, “What was I thinking? There is no way I am going to get this job!” Two hours later she was being drug tested and looking for an apartment in NYC.
Here’s the clincher, this all happened within the last year! She’s in her early fifties, a flight attendant, and traveling the world first class for 78 bucks a shot!
I thought about it for a second or two, and then asked, “Is there a maximum weight limit for flight attendants.”
The Irish girl egged me on, “You should do it!!!” “Yes, yes!” everyone in the back of the truck encouraged except Kip and Ralphie who were mortified that I was speaking out loud.
“Well,” I thought, “If I lose 50 pounds so I don’t have to walk down the aisle sideways and get the pesky broken toe fixed so I can wear heels, this could work.”
Then I remembered I am deaf in my left ear. The flight attendant reassured me, “Not a problem, nobody ever asked me if I was deaf.” I responded, “Well, I think they will figure out something is wrong when everyone on the left side of the plane ends up with the wrong order.” Even Kip cracked a smile for that.
Later, I told Tony, “I don’t think the flight attendant thing will work out for me; I am horrible in a crisis, plus I think the pilots would get tired of me tapping on the cockpit door asking if they see that big plane at the end of the runway that hasn’t cleared our path, and oh yeah, I have a latent fear of flying!”
Tony replied , “I could be a pilot.”
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1) Please include one to three links to your favorite posts on your blog, and
2) a sentence (or two) about each post.
Please participate – it will be fun to read your favorites!
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