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Crazy Moments with the Girls

Thelma and Louise have had some crazy times together (like parasailing). We've written a few of our stories for you already and those are just the tip of the iceberg. But for today, we'd like to hear some of your stories. What's one of the craziest things you have done with your girlfriends? Come on, spill the beans!

Stuck on a Plane...AGAIN

You know that movie Snakes on a Plane? We could make a movie called Stuck on a Plane. Don't ever go on a trip with us if you don't like being stuck on a plane--for HOURS--seriously. We can guarantee that if you go on a trip that requires air travel it will more than likely result in spending more than your fair share of time on the plane. And not just time in the air; we are talking sitting on the plane on various runways. We have taken three trips that had us checking bags, going through security, and whipping out our boarding passes. Two of the three trips resulted in a total of eight and a half hours of sitting ON THE PLANE at the gate or on a runway. And you know just how roomy and spacious planes are. Fun times! (I do have to interject here that the one trip we took where we didn't put in runway time, we did get bumped to first class; however, the odds are not in our favor for that to ever happen again. I also feel inclined to mention on that flight, we did not have to go through Dallas, which, as you will see, seems to be the problem.)

Our first air travel was a trip to see another pledge sister in Austin, TX. My memory is a little sketchy since this trip was several years ago (7 years ago this summer to be exact.), so Thelma feel free to correct some of the details. Our flight left home at 7:30 PM, we had a lay over in Dallas, and our entire flight (including the lay over) was supposed to be around two hours. That put us getting into Austin around 9:30. Our flight ended up boarding an hour late, and then when we finally did get on the plane, we taxied to the end of the runway, turned back, and then sat at the gate ON THE PLANE for three hours. The hold up? "Weather in Dallas" (This is the key phrase; watch it will come up again) We did finally leave the gate around 11 PM and got into Dallas about 45 minutes later. We proceeded to the gate where we were to wait on the plane for additional passengers to board, and guess what??? Apparently the "Weather in Dallas" had cleared enough for us to land but not take off again. Go figure. So, there we were sitting ON THE PLANE at the gate AGAIN. I think we finally left Dallas an hour and a half later and got into Austin about 1:00 in the AM. (Oh, and Thelma just had to develop a sinus infection during all of this, so you know that made the fight that much more fun. Are you sensing the sarcasm?)

So, fast forward five years--a wedding and a kid later. We--Thelma, her hubby, me, and my hubby--took that now infamous trip to Mexico. (If you missed it, see our first blog post.) The flight there was smooth sailing so to speak. It wasn't until the flight home that fate reared her ugly head. First of all, our plane left Mexico two hours after its scheduled departure time (ARE you seeing the pattern here?), which we found out after we'd already left our resort and gotten to the airport--bye, bye beach. Little did we know at the time, that two hour wait in the airport would be WELCOMED after the delay we were still yet to experience. Once we left Mexico, we were flying into, of all places, Dallas and then driving the rest of the way home--a 3 hour trip. (Watch. Here comes that key phrase.) So, we got to Dallas and noticed we were continually flying in circles. The pilot finally came over the PA system and said (Here it is.) we weren't going to be able to land because of "Weather in Dallas" (Told you it was coming.) and we were being re-routed to Houston. Now I have never been to Houston and really would love to go, but not at the end of a trip when all I want to do is see my then six-month-old son we had just left with his grandparents for a week and sleep in my own bed. But we were stuck on the plane, so what were we going to do at that point? Sure enough, we landed in Houston and sat ON THE PLANE for 5 hours waiting for the "Weather in Dallas" to clear. When it was all said and done, we ended up getting home 7 hours AFTER our scheduled time to our own comfy and snugly beds.

The moral of the stories: Avoid any flights that require you to land in Dallas if you are traveling with Thelma and me; it can only end up with countless hours of your life wasted while sitting ON A PLANE. Bad news for you though--How are you going to know if we are on your flight? I guess if you end up sitting in a plane on the runway in Dallas, you can start looking for us on your flight. Chances are pretty good that we're probably on it.

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One of THOSE Days

So, I got back from vacay and wished I had just stayed there. Reality is too much to deal with some days. You know when things just seem to things pile up one by one by one until you have one of those days where NOTHING goes your way. Yeah, I had one of those days.

My life in the last 24 hours:

1. Somehow, I have managed to lose my keys. Really, they are nowhere to be found. They have been lost since we returned from vacay and I threw them NEXT TO my purse. That was my mistake, and I knew it at the time. In the back of my head I told myself, "You need to put those IN your purse or you are going to lose them." And now they are G-O-N-E. I guess if I wanted to be a glass half-full kind of person, I could look at it as I was right and I am a brilliant person!

2. My babysitter for my following day full of doctor's appointments fell through at the last minute, so I had to call my sis-in-law (who is also 7 months preggo) at 11:00 at night to see if she could rescue me. I just knew I was going to be waking her up, but, thankfully, she bailed me out.

3. Putting #1 and #2 together, I had dr. appts. to get to, but no keys to my car, house, etc., which poses a problem. So, I had to take my hubby to work, so I could have his truck for the day. I only had one hour between appts. for lunch and I had already scheduled a date with my mom, but my hubby was supposed to go with me to my ultrasound appt. in the PM. There wasn't enough time for me to pick up my son, pick up my hubby, and have lunch with mom. What's a girl to do? Ended up my hubby had a meeting he had to be at in the afternoon, so he wasn't able to go to the doc with me anyway, so Mom went and helped me with my 2-year-old.

4. My morning appt. was a 3 hour blood glucose screening. It sucked. Sorry there is just no other word to describe it. I failed my 1 hour screening--I think in part due to some banana pudding. The pudding was good, but definitely not worth having to do the three hour blood work. I had to fast from midnight the night before--no food or drink until noon for a preggo woman is NOT a good combo--even on a normal day. I, however, had to drink this really sugary lemon-lime thing and within 45 minutes felt sick--about to toss-my-cookies sick. Really? Can the medical community not come up with a better way to test blood glucose? The current one can not be good for the baby. (And it's not so good on the preggo hormones either. I'm pretty sue those poor ladies in the lab were glad to see me leave.)

5. My PM appt. was at 1:00. (Remember, I had a 2-year-old with me who normally naps at 1:30ish.) At 1:30--yes, 30 minutes after my scheduled time--I finally got called back. You know how patient 2-year-olds are, so you can imagine how incredibly LLLLOOOONNNNGGGG those 30 minutes of waiting really were. The tech did her part of the ultrasound and my mom and son got to see the baby, which was the cool part of the day. Then she left to do her report and send the doctor in, and my mom took my son back out to the waiting room (He was too "curious" about the ultrasound room we were in.) I spent the next 30 minutes waiting AGAIN. Thelma and I texted each other while I was waiting, which passed the time for me, but I had to just pray Mom was okay out in the waiting room with the 2-year-old tornado. All-in-all I was at that appt. from 1 to 3.

By the time we got home, both of my son and I needed a nap. I called my hubby and asked him if he would find a ride home from work because we were both going to be snoozing at 5 when he got off. Being the nice guy he is, he said sure.
(I'm sure there is some humor in here somewhere; I am just still too close to the situation to see it yet. Give me a week or so.)

Anyone else ever had one of those days??? Leave a comment. You know it helps to vent.

Ditzy Duo Giveaway!!

Ok, as promised, we are having a little giveaway.

Thanks to A Scrappy Design, we are giving away (2) Girlfriend Note Cards and a cute little stamp set. There are two ways to enter and win. Tell us what you think of our new blog by leaving a comment and you will receive (1) entry. Become a Ditzy Duo follower, you will get (2) entries. Do both and receive (3) entries!!

Winner will be drawn Monday March 23rd.

A Town Called Cemetery

Did you do it? Did you follow through on the challenge of our previous post? We girlfriends know just how precious that time spent with each other really is. We provide that shoulder to cry on, vent to, and laugh with. Sometimes we even learn a little about our girlfriends when we take the time to just be together, even if we don't really have a plan. I learned just how much of a city girl Thelma is when we took a random, aimless road trip one lazy Sunday afternoon while we were in college.

We had been sitting around bored out of our minds until we had a brilliant plan--ROAD TRIP! Like the young, freshman, college gals we were then, we got in the car and drove without any destination in mind, exploring every back road highway we could find around our college town. And, like you will see along the road, there were many signs, including those that point you in the direction of those little country cemeteries. We drove on our random road trip for probably three or four hours while making several twists and turns along the way. We spent our time talking, laughing, car dancing--you know like we girls will do--when all of a sudden Thelma said in her most EXASPERATED voice while throwing her hands in the air, "Where is this Cemetery, Oklahoma?" And, yes, she was serious as a heart attack; she actually thought those "Cemetery" signs were referring to a town! Gotta love that! Now go get some face-to-face girlfriend time this weekend.

Take a minute...

Have you had your girlfriend time lately? Has it been entirely too long since you called or emailed your girlfriends? Take a few minutes now and pick up the phone or shoot an email to her. You'll be glad you did; you know you will.

What Happens in Mexico...

O.K. we have to admit, sometimes our funny stories roll out of the M-O-S-T embarrassing of situations; we are sure many of you girlfriends out there can relate. This particular running-to-the-bathroom-story is so embarrassing that we have made a pact with each other to never let out which one of us it happened to because, well, you will TOTALLY understand when you get to the end...

Let's just say there is a hotel cleaning lady in Mexico still cursing our names. It all started in 2003 with a trip we took to Ft. Lauderdale (There are some stories there too!) when we spent the week talking about going parasailing but never did. Once we arrived back home, we both regretted not taking advantage of the opportunity to fly high over the ocean. We promised each other and ourselves that if the moment ever presented itself again, we'd dive right in and not let it pass. Ok, jump ahead four years--a wedding and a child later. We, along with our husbands, finally took that trip to Mexico we had been talking about for years. Before we even left, we decided this was it; we were going to parasail over the Carribbean. How beautiful and tranquil, right? So, finally the last day of our trip we did it, and it was an experience neither of us will ever forget. EVER.

Nerves were building as our scheduled parasailing time crept closer and closer. One of us even tried to back out, but, true to our friendship, the other part of the duo twisted her arm and reminded her of the promise she'd made years ago and guilted her into holding up her end of the bargain. (You thought I was going to say something sweet about providing support and encouragement, didn't you? Yeah, that didn't happen.) Our husbands, being the supportive men they are--who are we kidding; they wanted ammo on us--bought a seat on the boat. So there we were, on the boat full of people who were also going parasailing. After the first person took his turn, we were up. The guide had told us each turn would last around 15 minutes, what sign to make to come down early, and that they'd try to bring us in so we'd land on the platform but there was a chance we'd end up in the water. Getting into the air was no problemo; it was smooth sailing (after all of the screaming and prayers on the way up). Our experience started off as we had envisioned--beautiful and tranquil--then it all went south in more ways than one.

We couldn't have been in the air for more than five minutes, maybe not even that long, when it hit--quite literally. Have you ever seen Sex in the City: The Movie? Remember Charolette's experience in Mexico where she did everything she could to avoid consuming any of the water only, when she accidentally did, she went running for the nearest toilet only to find herself unable to hold it any longer? Well, we are here to tell you, those "Mexico Moments (MM)" really happen, and this one happened to one of us 500 feet into the air! So, there we were in quite the predicament. The "accident victim" begged the other one of us to make the sign for an early landing and prayed we'd end up with an ocean landing (Who cares about the possibility of attracting fish and maybe even sharks? Landing in the water might at least give us the chance to get out of this situation with a little dignity). No such luck. We landed on the platform and were welcomed by questioning looks from our husbands. We did the only safe thing we could do in that situation; we said one of us was feeling sick. Now the trick was to get the boat to the dock and fast. The problem? There was still one person on the boat who hadn't had their turn not to mention the guides who's English was limited. At this point we can't even recall how the conversation went, but somehow we convinced the driver we need to get back to shore. And as luck would have it, a couple on the boat with us told us of a close bathroom once we got to the dock--the VIP lounge.

We both took off to the VIP lounge as soon as the boat got to the dock. I'm pretty sure neither of us had ever run that fast. We burst through the lounge and into the restroom. Let's just say there was no salvaging the bathing suit--never mind the HOURS it took to find that suit--so luckily she was wearing a cover up as well. And then another "MM" hit. She was in luck, right? We were in a restroom with a toilet right there. Well, if you have ever been to Mexico, you know the toilets don't flush like they do here. (At least this has been our experience.) So to make a long story short the toilet got stopped up. So there we were, one of us sick at this point, a toilet full of well, you know, and a RUINED bathing suit. What do you do in that situation? No amount of life experience could prepare you for this, right? Like any good girl would do, we PANICKED. (Here is where the bathing suit cover up came in handy since the swimsuit was now IN THE TOILET right along with--well, you know.) We ran out of the VIP lounge as fast as we could and across the resort to our rooms, where we stayed for the next three hours. We just knew somehow the hotel people would find the culprits.

Now we are sure you understand why we wish to keep this story anonymous. We promise this really happened; we couldn't make this story up if we tried.

(If you liked this story, stay tuned!)

Let the Stories Begin.....

Ever had one of those friends who you knew anytime you got together hilarity and calamity were bound to ensue? Well, that's us--literally never a dull moment. Just ask our husbands. Whether it is a trip to the mall or a trip out of the country, good times follow us everywhere; we tend to be our own version of Thelma and Louise. (Let's just call her Thelma and me Louise--you know, to protect the innocent.) Granted, some of the laugh-out-loud-so-hard-you-pee-your-pants-times we have together are those "you had to be there" moments, but, believe me, we have had plenty of moments any living, breathing person would be running for the nearest toilet. And that reminds me of a story....