What's Up Chuck? Over.

Don't you wish that life had an UNDO button sometimes? You know, stubbed your toe...UNDO. Spilled a glass of milk...UNDO. Yelled at your kids...UNDO (just kidding, I never yell at my kids). Um, anyway, enough of this fiction, let's talk about some real events; events that I could unfortunately NOT undo.

Our neighbor Brian flies planes. Just the little ones that hold four people or so.



Tyler has been flying with him many times. He keeps asking me to come along and I keep dragging my feet. I would like to say that this has nothing to do with Nienie's blog, but it might just a little. It is silly though, and I figured it was time to conquer my own hesitations. I called Brian up and scheduled to go flying today.

He said morning hours were good so I was up bright and early (Tyler mentioned that he hadn't seen me up before eight for two months—phooey) getting a sitter and then we were off to the airfield. After all initial checks, the plane wouldn't start (I figured this was a sign, but the men were not so easily deterred). Tyler and Brian found a guy who had a battery charger and about twenty minutes later, we were taking off. I can definitely say it was beautiful. We flew over Utah lake, buzzed our neighborhood, and then headed into Provo Canyon. What a breathtaking sight. We flew over Deer Creek Reservoir and then I started to feel a little queasy. This is only to be expected because I feel queasy 85% of the time anyway. I mentioned this to the gentlemen and they suggested we land at the Heber air strip. Okay, why not?

But landing usually involves circling around, and it certainly involves changes in altitude. I tried to be stoic, I really did, but somewhere in the decent, there was no longer an option and I threw up. UNDO, UNDO, UNDO. We had brought some snacks, so Tyler dumped grapes into his lap and handed me a bag which saved me the further embarrassment of soiling the cockpit or myself. And if we are trying to look for positive notes here, at least no one could hear me throwing up because the noise from the engine was too loud. But oh how I wished to go back and not have THAT happen. I asked Brian if this were a first for him, and he admitted that I was the first person to throw up while he flew the plane. Awesome.

I'll be honest, I was not feeling well at all and now my options were to get back in the plane or wait for Tyler to drive back to Heber and get me later. I figured the first option was shorter, so I sucked it up and got back on the plane, but I closed my eyes most of the way and concentrated on breathing. And we returned to the original runway with no more hiccups or other bodily ejections.

My poor little body was so sad though. I felt shaky and nauseated. Part of me wished that I could UNDO the whole morning, but I still think it was fun to go flying and Tyler had a great time. I am however convinced that nothing good comes from getting up before eight in the morning. I should just stick to the status quo.

p.s. I regretted not bringing the camera, but now I am just happy it wasn't around to absorb any vomit.