I'm ba-aaack!

I'm back, baby! I can't believe that it's actually colder here than it was in Utah. That sucks. So I just want to go on record as saying that I LOVE flying! It is simply freaking amazing! When I was taking off, I tried to see if I could be scared about it, and I couldn't be. Actually I was scared for about a split second on the way back because we were completely surrounded by clouds so that all I could see was white everywhere and we hit quite a patch of turbulence. All of the sudden I remembered that thousands of pounds of metal and people where being held up by nothing more than wind resistance and speed. It passing quickly, though, cause I remembered, that if we crashed, oh well, not too much I could do about it. I'm very Zen sometimes. But anyway. On the way up there I was filled with awe about the fact that I was traveling a distance in a little over 2 hours that it used to take people months to travel. Isn't that fucking amazing? We live in glorious times, my friends.
As I approached Salt Lake, I was amazed not only by the mountains, but by how brown it is there. Here in Dallas, the view was mostly green with patches of brown, but it was the opposite there. And the brown was a different color brown than ours, it was more yellowy tan. While I was there, I got to visit Temple square (including the convention center, one of the visitor centers, and the church art museum), which was pretty cool, and we went to a corn maze, which was um. . .well, it was dark, cold, and muddy. But I tried to have fun, cause I was with my baby. I got to go to the Salt Lake Temple, home of the nest of Mormonosity, and that was pretty cool. I carved a pumpkin and made rice crispy treats with Ethan. That was fun, even though Ethan poured rice crispys all over the floor. Ethan, Becky, and I went bowling, which Ethan simply loves, so that was especially fun.
After the first couple of days, I was able to breathe again, for the most part, so then I kept forgetting and I would run up the stairs just like if I were here, and I would get all light headed and my legs would turn to rubber. I went on the internet, and found out the altitude of Bountiful is around 5200-5300 ft above sea level, which is about a mile. Denton airport is about 648 ft above sea level. That's quite a difference! Everything's uphill there, and not just little stumpy hills, big huge hills! It's wild!
Apparently I should go out of town more often, because on myspace, about seven guys wrote me this weekend, and many of them are actually older than 25! About three guys wanted to know what I was doing Friday night, so it's probably a good thing I had a good excuse ready for why I couldn't go out. :) I didn't meet any nice Mormon boys while I was there, sadly. Becky said the only single guy she knows is a guy I already know, so she didn't have anyone to set me up with. When I was looking for the altitude stats for Salt Lake, I found out that of people in Salt Lake ages 18-45, there's 102 men for every 100 women. I thought that sounded like pretty good odds, but apparently I was in the wrong neighborhood. Oh well.
So, I'm home, I'm alive, I'm good. Ethan was sad that I had to leave, but that's the way it goes. All together now: "Welcome back, Margie!"