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If You Give This Girl a Cookie on The Plane....

So I'm sitting in my hotel and looking out of my 9th floor window reading Mother Earth News "Guide to Organic Gardening" and watching the craziness below of a very busy city.  

"What am I doing?  What makes me think I belong here?"  These are the questions I asked myself as I stepped out of the airport to which I answered myself, "I'm a fish really out of water!"  Good thing no one pays attention to each other here or they might have been a little concerned over this disheveled woman talking to herself.

The shuttle guy saved me and was so kind especially after I told him where I was from!  He whisked me to the hotel showing me the best places to eat and passionately answering all of my questions about his city.  Of course he did not know that eating was the last thing on my mind after the morning and the flight in and the status of my mind and stomach.

In fact, have a new version of, "If You Give a Moose a Cookie" now but it isn't very nice but was what I was thinking when the landing gear came out.  It goes something like this.  "If you give a scared chubby girl from Nebraska a cookie; she'll more then likely take it even though she shouldn't.  If you give this girl a cookie after driving since 3am barely catching a plane and then not finding her motion sickness medicine and is already woozy...  If you give this girl a cookie she will take it and then regret it for the landing and the ride with the really nice shuttle guy to the hotel."

My new version went on for a while but you get the picture.  Shutting the curtain, turning the air conditioning to freezing and climbing in bed until my world stopped spinning and then a very long shower is beginning to do the trick.  

The city I've always wanted to see is still rushing by outside my window.

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