Airplanes & such.

So we successfully made it to Houston and back. We were able to see most of Chase's family which was nice, and I even got to ride when we went out to Pennington! Only problem there is that my butt isn't made for a western saddle. No, seriously. I had bruises - painful, purple bruises. I had lots of fun though. Really makes me miss riding.
After getting back to Houston we opened presents with the immediate family and went to bed. Bad idea. I hardly slept Sunday night and then woke up in the morning feeling like crap. I was so sick I didn't even make it to Waffle House. Yea, no faking here. It started out with cold sweats, swollen throat, nausea....and has developed into a wonderful congested head cold. Yay. Sitting here and home now, I'm still coughing and blowing my nose every 1.975493245640461 seconds.
I got to thinking yesterday on the plane...and I hate flying. The year of 2008 was full of planes for me and I don't ever plan to have another year like that. Lets see, in June we flew to Costa Rica (3 planes, each way), then in August we flew to Houston for Chase's graduation (2 planes, each way), not long after that we went on our honeymoon and had to fly down to Tampa (we had direct flights each way), and now we just went to Houston (2 planes each way). That's too much for me. I find myself becoming more and more nervous on the planes. I think I'd rather drive from now on.

Well, Mom and John should be here soon with Oslo and pizza. Off to finish cleaning!