Nebraska

Since I didn't feel up to writing about the start of my big Nebraska adventure yesterday I will attempt to recapture the fun in today's entry.
Teri and I began our day at 5am, meeting at the Kroger in Duluth. I had been unable to sleep the night before, so I just decided to stay up, and figured I would get some sleep on the plane. My doctor had already told me the day before which medicine to take once we got to the airport so I would be calm when we took off. I was petrified.
We drove to the Doraville MARTA station (did you know that the trains begin at 4:43AM from Doraville?), dragging along a whole bunch of crap that we probably didn't even need in our suitcases and carry-on bags. We had to walk a good way from the car to the train and by the time we went up the stairs, my rolling suitcase would not roll straight...it kept falling over and I had to jerk it back onto both wheels OVER AND OVER.
Our train ride was uneventful. The end of the line is the airport, so we rode for a while. And then we got to the airport. By this time we both had pretty bad backaches, and were questioning our decisions to bring our laptops in our carry-ons. I know I could have probably left mine at home, but I wanted to be able to record everything about our trip as soon as possible since my memory sucks.
We went to the counters to print our tickets and then got in line to check our bags. At this point my back hurt so bad I knew I could not walk the mile to our gate. We thought that with my handicapped status we could get on one of those cool carts we've seen in past trips to Hartsfield. We found our way to the handicapped sign and gave the nice (hateful) lady my information. Then we found out that all they had were wheelchairs and guys to push these wheelchairs to the front of every line we encountered. This was pretty cool except that Teri still had to walk that very long way with her back hurting like crazy. At least we got in front of the lines.
When we got to security, we went to the front of the line but had to take off our shoes, put our carry-ons, purses, and the contents of our pockets in the grey bins. Then we walked through the metal detector and thought we were clear, but were totally grossed out at having to be barefoot on the nasty floor at the airport. When my stuff finally came out of the scanner, I got my shoes on and got my purse. Then the security officer told me she was searching my bag. When she opened it, I saw one of my fans. I was hot so I reached for it and was given a stern warning to 'step away from the bag'. Excuse me? Finally she finished and told me that my silver-edged comb had been what made my bag suspicious. Whatever. Like I'm gonna cut someone with my comb?
We made it to our gate with plenty of time to get something to eat. It was at this point that I took the two pills that my doctor had given me. So by the time we got on the plane I wasn't quite as scared as I had originally thought I would be. In fact, I became very sleepy very quickly. I remember taking off and Teri adding her vodka to her juice, but the rest is a bit sketchy. I do remember getting a cookie from the very attentive flight attendant, and asking him for just a cup of ice, since I still had some of my bottle of breakfast Coke left. Beyond that, I remember dropping my coke bottle, my cookie wrapper, separate and together several times, and then I dropped the whole cup of ice on top of my laptop. I was having a little problem staying awake. I suppose I slept through the rest of the flight because the next thing I remember is being awakened by Teri, telling me we were in Nebraska. We got our stuff and got off the plane, and then somehow made it to the baggage claim area and got our bags. CeCe was outside waiting for us, and she had brought a friend with her to meet us. She was very nice.
It was decided that we would go to lunch before going to CeCe's house. I remember very little of it because I kept falling asleep, including while chewing food. Back in the car I went 'out' again, coming alive again when we were inside CeCe's garage. We made it in the house and got ourselves settled somewhat when I began nodding out again. When Teri accused me in front of everyone of being asleep while she was talking to me, I decided I might just be talked into a short (two hour) nap. Carl, CeCe's youngest son, woke me up at some point and asked if I was ready to get up. Huh? I went back to sleep and got up around the time supper was ready.
We had a nice time sitting around laughing and telling stories, and went to bed around 11 (?)
So far we have had a nice time, except for the fact that cootie Teri keeps taking pictures when I am not at 'my best', such as this afternoon, when I had to go take my afternoon nap (because I'm such a weenie). I am not responsible for anything that might happen to her on this trip. She is, after all, making a mockery of my delicate condition (I'm 'flicted). Payback is hell.
Today we went out to see a little bit of the area. I got to see what the outside of my sister's house looks like, since I was passed out yesterday when we got here. She lives in a very pretty neighborhead. We had lunch at the most UN-Chinese looking Chinese buffet I've ever seen...not a single oriental decoration except on the chopsticks. It was fun.
We also got to meet her granddaughter, Scarlet, this afternoon. What a cute child. She's 19mos and loves being the center of everyone's attention. We are going to see her again tomorrow, along with her parents, Marc and Elizabeth, to take some pictures at the park. Then tomorrow night CeCe is having her Oscar Mayer hot dog House Party. We all get hot dog whistles. WOOHOO! Can't wait!
Go to www.letmethinkonit.blogspot.com and www.cecelia-mythreesons.blogspot.com for alternate views of our little vacation. That is IF the other two sisters are able to walk after I read their entries about yesterday...