What The Heck? Wednesday: Are you gonna eat all them cheese sandwiches?

Hello to all of my wonderful blog buddies!  I am back from Florida and I’m completely overwhelmed with how behind I am on my blog, so please bear with me for the next couple weeks as I try to catch up and get back into some sort of normal routine!  Between the big WordPress switch and a week’s vacation in Florida, I’m just all out of sorts right now.

I figured that the best place to start as far as getting back into my routine goes is to get back on my What The Heck? Wednesday bandwagon!  As part of my blog makeover, Lauren at Restored 316 Designs made me this awesome button for my What The Heck? Wednesday series.  I’m hoping to have some other bloggers join me in my ranting and raving each week, so feel free to grab the button from my sidebar on the left for a little What The Heck? action of your own!  My goal is to add a link-up to the series in the next couple weeks, so be sure and check back for that if you’d like to participate.

I think that the best place to start is with our trip home from Florida yesterday.  A little tidbit that I’m sure most of you don’t know about me is that I happen to be a VERY seasoned traveler.  I’ve been this way since I was a little girl, first and foremost because my parents started taking me on airplane trips from a very early age, and second of all because my mother worked for the airlines for many years.  After college, I even worked in aviation security for about a year and half (which was the coolest job in the whole world…don’t even get me started on it).  I guess I just have air travel in my blood.  And now it seems as though I’ve passed this trait on to my son.  He’s been flying with me since he was three months old, and the kid has it down to a science.  He is a total and complete air travel pro, so don’t even try and mess with this little dude if you ever encounter him on a flight.  Especially on a flight from hell like the one we had yesterday.

Our flight segment from Jacksonville to Philadelphia was totally uneventful, which pretty much constitutes a perfect flight to me.  There were no bumps, no bruised elbows, and no bratty passengers or flight attendants to deal with.  Our flight segment from Philadelphia to Hartford, on the other hand, was a completely different story.

Before we took off, the pilot announced that the duration of the flight would only be 37 minutes from take-off to touch-down (score!), but he also announced that we’d be flying at an altitude of only 19,000 feet.  As soon as he said that, I knew that we were in for a teeth chattering sort of ride.  At 19,000 feet there was no smooth air yesterday. Instead, there were huge patches of cumulus clouds waiting to toss our plane around as if it were inside a washing machine.  And that is pretty much exactly what happened immediately after take-off.  What the heck?

We were seated in the very last row of the plane, which is ironically the bumpiest spot you can possibly sit in.  The girls across the row from me were holding hands and kind of clutching each other for most of the flight.  The guy diagonally in front of us was hanging on to the the seat back in front of him for dear life and kept yelling, “OH GOD!” every time we hit a big air pocket (total wuss)!  I was fine, because I am an extremely good flyer, but I have to admit that I was pretty worried about unintentionally peeing my pants a little bit with each bump.  I mean, I can’t even get on the mini-trampoline with my son at the kiddie gym because I start to pee a little bit. What can I say?  My bladder loves to remind me that it just doesn’t have the control that it used to before it was smushed to bits by an eight pound baby.  Guess it’s still a little bitter about that.  What the heck?

I’m sure that you’re all wondering how my little stud was dealing with the roller coaster ride from hell.  While the rest of the passengers on that flight were blessing themselves and trying to keep their lunches down (everyone did and I was totally impressed and kind of shocked), my little stud propped himself up on his travel pillow, put his legs in my lap, and proceeded to look at the new “Lego Ultimate Sticker Collection” book that my parents had bought him earlier that week for the entire flight.

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Honestly, I don’t even know how he managed to look at that book with all the bouncing around, but he did that and MORE.  He chatted away for the entire flight and pointed out each and every action figure in that sticker book and described each one to me.  He didn’t flinch ONCE at the bumps.  What the heck? From now on, I’m referring to the “Lego Ultimate Sticker Collection” as the “Turbulence Whisperer.”  I will never get on a plane again without making sure to pack it.

After we finally touched down and were safely back on land, I looked at my son and told him what a good boy he was and that I thought he should be a pilot someday.  He looked at me and said, “No thanks!  I think I’ll be a rock star instead.” What the heck?

In another unrelated matter, but totally “What the heck?” worthy, none the less, this morning, I stopped by the Alexa website and thought it was so interesting to be able to see what the top keywords driving traffic to my blog were for search engines.  The results still have me laughing.

1.  ”Excuse me you with the black belt.”

2.  ”Are you gonna eat all them cheese sandwiches?”  (My personal favorite)

3.  ”Half men stand after poop.”

WHAT THE HECK???

One more thing that deserves a huge What the heck? this week is the fact that I am WAY overdue for writing an awards post.  Please know that I plan on doing this in the next couple of days and that I truly appreciate all of the people who presented me with awards!  I feel like a total slacker.  What the heck?