You can never truely go home again... Well unless you break in..

       This last week I put my dog Moseby in a kennel and flew back to Alaska for eight days. The trip started off fine but after the plane took off I started to get motion sick.. and on a plane is THE WORST place to get it.. well maybe underwater would be just because if you vomit it would just wash right back in your face.. I held my little sick bag and tried to sleep, but that's hard when every couple Min's they keep waking you up to offer you sucky pretzels and keep trying to collect the trash.. Like I'm hiding a large pile and they can sense that I'm holding back on them. We finally land in Anchorage and my friend Rissa and her son pick me and my mother up at the airport. Then my mother goes her way and I go mine. Clarissa Lil boy Jerry is sooo funny, While spending time with him I taught him the fallowing phrases, "Girls Gone Wild!".. "Hey Lady How Much?" and a song I made up that went like this.."A is for apple, B for Banana, C is for carrot and D is for Doo doo.." He thought that was the best one. I like to think that I am making a difference in the world. Everyday was  filled with running around trying to see all the friends that I can before I leave, and massive amounts of eating out, by the end of everyday I felt like my stomach was going to drop out the bottom end and rightfully so. I really enjoyed spending time with friends and family but one week is not enough time to do all the things I would like to do. I did drive past my old house and had a strong desire to knock on the door and ask for a tour to see the changes the new family had put in place. Then of course my mind had to expand on that though about waiting till they all left and using a credit card to let myself in, and then remember that I may get locked up or just look like a douche kneeling before the door trying to get back the credit card that had slipped through the door and was now in the house.. with my name on it.. I decided then that when you move you can never go home again.. its a oxymoron but hey..  finally the week was up and the flight back was much better..probably because we had an empty seat between us and I was doped up on motion sickness pills which knocked me the crap out. Now that's the way to fly....