If there’s on thing my sinuses hate more than harvest season, it’s flying

I’m once again eternally grateful for in-flight internet. This time, however, I am not surrounded with 2 middle aged women hell bent on getting me drunk……I am, however, in the company of my very angry sinuses that are just absolutely not having this whole cabin pressure business.

Sonofabitch, this hurts.

It does feel eerie to be flying today. 12 years ago today, IΒ entered my 7th grade PE class, changed, and sat in my squad. Our teacher, Ms. K, announced to us that a plane had just crashed into the World Trade Center. Truthfully, I had no idea what that was or what it meant. She led our entire class onto the conditioning deck and turned on the TV, and it was there we soon learned the gravity of the situation.

Three minutes later, the second plane hit the South Tower.

I vividly remember my friend Sydney getting in trouble for saying “Cool!” and my awkward 13 year old brain wondering what exactly this meant for the rest of our lives. One of my classmates spent the remainder of the day ranting about how someone was going to crash into West Noble Middle School, because apparently we mattered that day. I was glued to any television set I came in contact with for the rest of the day.

Every generation has at least “Do you remember where you were when…” moment. My grandparents had Pearl Harbor and the assassinations of JFK and MLK, my parents had the Challenger explosion and the OJ Simpson fiasco. We have 9/11. I got chills as I sat in the Detroit airport and moments of silence were announced at the times the planes hit. I will honestly never forget exactly where I was and how I felt that day.

I’m on my way to Hilton Head, SC for a week of wedding festivities, beach lounging, and golf…..I hope. Even with the excitement I have for the week ahead, it’s still important to remember the sacrifices made by all the civilians, paramedics, firefighters, and police officers who made the ultimate sacrifice on that crisp September morning 12 years ago. Also, remember to thank the service men & women who have previously fought and continue to fight for the freedoms we tend to take for granted all too often.

Never forget, always be thankful, and God Bless America.

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Viva Las Vegas

**NOTE: I didn’t realize this didn’t post while in flight…..so, you know, better late than never right?**

I do have to say, in flight internet may just be the most awesome thing in the world right now. Seriously, I may be easily amused, but it’s fantastic. I’m currently hovering somewhere over the cornfields of the Midwest, en route from MSP to sunny, glittery Las Vegas. It’s really sad that it takes a 2.75 hour plane ride to get time to add a new post.

Eh, it happens.

They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas….sweet baby Jesus, I hope that’s true. I don’t want to come home with a tattoo, a criminal record or, God forbid, a new last name. My only goal for this trip is to come back bronzed and to not once think about work. This past week has been insane and I’ve had to break up what seems like a million fights between the 5 crazy boys I watch over. I’m beginning to feel a lot more like a corrections officer than a YCW. It’s gotten to the point where I’m 99% sure the vast majority of the Elkhart County Sheriff’s Dept. know me on a first name basis……

My job has really been a humbling experience over the past year. I realize exactly how lucky and blessed I am to have been given the life that I have. I have parents that have been happily married for 25 years and who have never touched a drug in their lives. Sure, they have been known to throw back a few longnecks every once in a blue moon and my mother smokes like a chimney when she’s stressed out (I’ve begged her and my dad both to stop…..the ignore me), but it’s nothing that interfered with them being good parents. Hell, they’re AMAZING parents. The kids I work with often come from broken homes where their parents are addicted to drugs, drink profusely, have no idea who their baby daddy is, or who are out of the picture entirely. I grew up not worrying about where my next meal was going to come from, and these kids often grew up without much of anything at all.

Sometimes, all kids like my residents need are a little attention and someone who proves they even remotely care. Is it all sunshine and butterflies? Hell no. 9 times out of 10 I feel like I’m in Hotel California….I checked in when I liked, but I can never leave….ever….ever ever ever ever.

I don’t want to stay at Bashor for the rest of my life. I literally would go insane and probably jump off a bridge.

However, I’m thankful to have not only a job, but one in my field……and to have this 10 day break to paradise.