My eye is on FIRE!

     Before telling you this story, I must preface with the fact that 1.  I have Crohn's Disease and therefore can't eat spicy foods, in fact - the blander, the better.  2. Even if I COULD eat spicy food, I wouldn't.  3. I am blessed to have such a wonderful husband and I really do thank God everyday that he's in my life, he really is  my soulmate.

    Now, back to the story.  After church yesterday, Adam and I contemplated what we'd eat for lunch.  He has been on a grilled cheese kick lately and if he's making me lunch, I'm not complaining nor am I going to be picky.  I ran to change out of my church clothes into something comfy when I hear him yelling that I'm low on cheddar cheese.  We were trying to avoid a trip to the grocery store so I said to make the sandwich smaller. He suggested I eat some of his cheese (with all of my dietary restrictions, we have separate foods).  His cheese was pepper jack, which I knew would be spicy, but really, how spicy could it be? I tried a small bite.  Wow. No. I'll eat plain bread before eating that. No thank you. Water. I need water!


    Last night, Adam was grilling mahi mahi for tacos for him and just plain salmon for me. Bland, just sea salt, lime and a sprinkling of Mrs. Dash salmon for me.  Adam eats peppers with every meal.  Every. Single. Meal. The hotter the sauce, salsa, pepper and food, the better for him. He has a spice in the cabinet called Ghost Pepper Sea Salt. I'm scared to even touch the container that some of it might get on my hands.  I'm fairly certain his taste buds have long been burned off from actually tasting anything. I often wonder  if he still has the lining to his stomach.  To him, my bland food tastes are horrible.  To me, his spicy food could potentially cause death. Adam also would eat tacos every single day if allowed.

Said no Adam ever.

   
    I watched Adam slicing up peppers, onion and an avocado last night while I did some work on the computer.  During which time, Adam must have touched the remote control for the tv and have part of a jalapeno on his finger.  I then changed the channel (Yankees vs. Brewers).  About 12 minutes later, Adam suggested we go for a walk with the dogs and then....... OMG! I must have touched my eye with the juice of the jalapeno!  (sang to Alicia Keys - "My eye was on fiiiirrrrreee!!").  I was screaming in pain.  Where was the eye flush station they'd have in science class?!?! 

     Needless to say, my eye made a full recovery, but it was touch and go for about 3 whole minutes.  I now have developed an irrational fear of jalapenos. 

I'm leaving on a jet plane...

    Hi all! I just got back from a trip to Ft. Lauderdale, FL with two girlfriends (Kim & Meike) for a conference.  This was my very first time flying without my husband, the traveling/airport/flying expert.  In fact, he travels so much for work that the dogs and I sometimes forget he lives here (just kidding). 

   I had a little trepidation about flying solo, even though my friends were there, I wanted to seem confident on what to do all by myself.  You know, fake it 'til you make it sort of thing.  I got myself checked in at Delta without an issue. $25 for a piece of checked luggage? Fine.  I wouldn't need to check luggage if I didn't have so many hair products that were over 3oz of liquid.  And yes, my 1 allowed ziplock airline regulated bag is STUFFED full of liquids under 3oz, including: Purell, chapstick (is that a liquid?), a teeny tiny bottle of hairspray, and toothpaste. I never flew before the regulation, so I guess it's best to not know how it was flying "back in the day". 

 
   When we got on our first flight, the first thing I noticed was that people were ordering alcoholic drinks right away, as soon as they could order. I assumed this was either because they are:
1.  Afraid to fly, 2. On vacation and want to start drinking as soon as possible 3. Just plain alcoholics.
Either way, does flying give you a pass to day drink as early as humanly possible? Adam and I have been on flights as early as 7am and people were drinking.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not judging, I'm just impressed by your ability to get drunk on a 45 minute flight and still make your connecting flight in ATL without ending up in the wrong terminal.  I would be passed out and never make it off the plane. 

   The first leg of the trip, I sat at a window seat next to an older man making his trip to Omaha, NE.  He
entertained me for a bit with a story about his "vacation" with his wife to visit friends in Colombia.  At first I thought, why would someone visit Columbia for a week's vacation? But when he said they flew into Bogota, I got it. He described this "vacation" as a week long trip to see long lost friends that lived near the Amazon River. They were excited to sleep in beds with nets (this was to keep bugs and the huge tarantulas away), without any electricity until 3-5pm everyday when everyone charged their cell phones. 
    I'm pretty sure he just described my own little pit of hell.  Any bed that requires a net saving you from gigantic spiders, snakes and who knows what else, does not a vacation make. He wife needs a medal or at least a small trophy for surviving that trip.  Needless to say, I told him I rode an ostrich on my last vacation and therefore, I was too cool to speak to him. j/k He read some John Grisham book and I delved into the luxurious Sky Mall Magazine.

    Sky Mall has EVERYTHING! And at 50,000ft. everything is super interesting!  I am obsessed with the iPad paintbrush (I'm not sure what I would paint or what app I would even need, but for only $49.99, I can paint a masterpiece!)

I don't see Adam carrying this at all.  First of all, Beau would be a pain in the butt to drag at 120lbs.  And at $95, I'm not sure why you wouldn't just put your dog on the leash and walk him? 

And for only $29.95

Maybe I should have shown the guy seated next to me so that he'd know he should have been afraid of the tarantulas.  *shivers* On the other hand, the t-shirt is in App State colors. Go Mountaineers!


    By the time we made it to ATL, we literally had about 10 minutes to make our next flight. My friend Kim and I were practically running and made it!  I turned around to ask where is Meike and she had texted me she was stopping for a crepe. I've never had a crepe, but it looked delicious!  We made it onto the flight and Meike got upgraded to a fancier seated section with her crepe.  Kim and I were on the LAST row on the plane, next to the bano.  The flight attendant said she'd thought we were trouble.  Perhaps.  And trust, there would have been trouble if we didn't get our free pretzels because I was "hangry". 

   Our flights back were exhausting and we were just ready to come home. I started reading a book by Beth Harbison, When in Doubt, Add Butter, a delicious chick lit easy read.  Although I have to say, if you're reading it make sure you have a snack handy because the main character describes her meals a lot and you're likely to get hungry. 

    The last flight was so turbulent we didn't even get a drink or snack! I sat next to a pilot and since he wasn't panicking, I wasn't going to either.  Am I the only one that likes that stomach drop feeling?

    Of course there is a lot of other stuff that happened on the trip, but I'll have to tack that on to another blog another day.  Time for dinner.

   Also? Sky mall has this available for $1999  - I'm thinking about getting it for Adam for our 5th anniversary.  5 Year traditional gift is wood, so it would be appropriate.  And who wouldn't want a life size growling grizzly bear? 

Until - we meet again .... ciao!  xoxo, Becca

"Airline food is the tiniest food I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Any kind of meat that you get — chicken, steak, anything — has grill marks on each side, like somehow we’ll actually believe there’s an open-flame grill in the front of the plane" .Ellen de Generes