Follow Up...

My family and I went to Alcatraz to take an audio tour. It is pretty funny to take a tour in that matter, especially when you don't start your tape at the same time as your group. All of a sudden you are standing there all together, then one of you just up and walk away. It is pretty funny, pondering why they just left, then your tape says, "Now walk down the hall and turn left." Then it all makes sense.

My sister took some pretty cool pictures in the cell house. There is one that turned out to look like there is a ghostly face in the corner of it. The scary part about it is that there was nothing near her (no lights, nothing to cause the foggy apparition).

Sunday I said goodbye to my sister, Dave (her fiance) and Sadie... the crazy puppy. It was sad to leave, I didn't even get to go in the pool (we did go see the Full House house... it was pretty surreal).

I got on the plane at around 10:30pm PST and was crammed into my seat. Immediately after take off, the lady in front of me leans her chair back, making it impossible to but the screen of my laptop up enough to watch the rest of "Felicity" without being very uncomfortable. After my laptop battery ran out (2 hours...) I decided to turn off my light (like the rest of the plane who was sleeping) and listen to my iPod (Jimmy) and try to doze off for the rest of the 5 hour flight. No such luck. It was the most uncomfortable plane ride I've ever been on. First of all, the chick sitting next to me kept silently burping, so I'd get a surprise whiff of a unidentified hot dog smell every ten mins. Then, to make the flight even THAT more enjoyable, instead of having the air blowing out the teeny tiny vents, they decided to blow the heat on full blast. Not only could I NOT sleep... I was sweating and trying to breathe through my mouth as as not to have to use my vomit bag... damn chick next to me!!!

When we arrived, I was the first person to jump up and grab my bag to get the hell off the plane. By this time it was 6:45am EST. I paid the $60 for the long term parking... ouch, and headed out on my way. Luckily I was not going to work, but I still got stuck in rush hour heading home. When I arrived to my bedroom door at 7:30am EST... I promptly took a nose-dive into my nice cool bed and drifted off to a wondrous sleep... until 4:30pm.

Now I'm back at work, tired, but anxious to start my new job. I'll be starting that new position one week from today. I'm nervous, but I am welcoming the change. Finally I will have a job where I won't have to literally run all over the damn building. I don't even think I'll be running into Banana Clips anytime soon!

I'll catch ya lata!