I've decided that planes and me DO NOT mix well. We flew 4 hours from Salt Lake City, Utah to St. Louis, Missouri on TWA flight 810. It was a bit too close to 800 for our comfort, but there were no problems. I was between two cute guys. One was a Mormon missionary just starting out after 5 weeks in the MTC (Missionary Training Center). We talked when I was awake, which wasn't much. The other guy spent the entire flight with his nose in his American History book. How socialable. From St. Louis, we caught a flight on TWA flight 1 something to New York City, New York. The flight stopped in Cleavland, Ohio on the way. We got little pretzels. Typical me has saved the packages to put in my journal. You should have seen Nicole in New York City. We had an hour layover, and she was SO scared that we were woing to get mugged or killed or both. I have to admit that I was a bit nervous too, but we made it out alive. Now we're on flight A330 of Aer Lingus non-stop to Shannon, Ireland. We'll be landing at 7:50 a.m. Irish time. There's an 8 hour time difference between Jackson and Britian. All the employees speak with an Irish or British accent. I'm gonna like Britian just for the accents. I'm gonna go to sleep as there's nothing more to say...