I Love Planes.

I Love Planes. I Love Planes. I Love Planes. (If I say it enough, perhaps it will be true?)



This morning, bright and early, I have a flight out to see my grandparents and aunt. I am so excited that I get to see them. I am not excited about flying.

I have a problem of remembering weird, useless (sometimes disturbing) facts about random things. No matter how hard I try to forget, these thoughts jump in the front seat of my brain mobile and just start talking. What's going on in my brain today?

"Did you know that most plane crashes occur within the first five minutes of take off or last five minutes landing?"

"I sure hope the pilot doesn't have a heart attack."

"I really hope that Sully Sullenberger is flying my plane."

"I hope I don't sit next to a person that should have bought two seats."

"Let's hope we don't have turbulence like that plane in Kansas City."




But most importantly... "I hope I don't go into my "day sleep" mode.

What is "day sleep" mode?

I believe the most accurate way to describe it is deeper then night sleep, lighter then death. I am not kidding.

I am a light sleeper at night, waking up to almost anything. During the day, it's a different story. (Another reason I am pretty sure night shifters are half vampire...) I am certain that my house could be blown away by a tornado and I probably wouldn't wake up. During the day I sleep through storms, phone calls, door bells, people trying to wake me up, dogs barking... anything.

I just might have to be tasered on the plane to wake up...




So as you go about your normal day today, send a few thoughts my way. Oh and one more thing - I love planes.