It's that I hate the possibilites of everything that can go wrong WHILE flying. Taking off, landing, a little turbulence...no big deal. I even think taking off is great fun. Thinking of terrorists, mid-air plane crashes, and falling to my death from 30,000 feet ... ugh. Everytime I fly, I feel like I'm taunting Mr. Lawof Average. I know there are people that have flown millions of miles (uh...pilots, namely, I guess!) and have been just fine. This is the only thought that guides me to actually plant my feet on the bird. So whoever is reading this .... if you love me, pray for me :-)

I hope everyone has a great holiday season! Heaven forbid I say "Merry Christmas," lest I offend someone. Last year, I worked on Christmas Eve and Day. At 7pm, the next shift came on, and I just was feeling .... christmasy, and I said Merry Christmas to the first person I saw, who happened to be Israeli, I think. Or Indian. Anyway, she was a tad offended, and while usually a very lovely lady whom I very much enjoy working with and respect immensely, this time she gave me The Look and said, "Not really... I don't celebrate Christmas." So I said, "Well, I do. No offense intended, but today IS Christmas, whether you celebrate it or not, and I'm wishing you a merry day." Geez. Then she kinda chilled, but whatever. It didn't damage our relationship any, but I'll steer clear of her for future Christmases :-) I was thinking of how I'd react if someone randomly came up to me and said, "Joyous Ramadan," or "Happy Kwanzaa." To my horror, I realized that my initial reaction may have been the same as hers! Yuck. So now I shall revel in the happy seasons of others, whether I "observe" them or not.

So anyway.... Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. (Ya'll observe the changing of Gregorian calendar, don't you? If not ... I give up.)