Holy crap, I am literally in the same place I was last post. Or the same airport and impatiently waiting for my flight. This time I have my loving husband with me and pointed out the exact display that made me miss him one month ago.
I'm happy to have this contrast. In fact, I am currently watching his crap (that he told me to guard with my life) while he does our standard preflight ritual stuff. Nothing like the preflight nervousness to make want to pee.
Oh, he's back. My turn. Got to enjoy this luxurious bathroom trip while my purse and travel pillow are protected. Ahhh....marriage.
Thursday, February 28, 2019
Sunday, January 27, 2019
Plane Thoughts
Written January 18, 2019.
I write this at 30,000 feet, and now is the perfect time to kill time. I find my blogging tends to take more time than I realize, so here I go as I am trapped in my preferred window seat and NOT having anxiety. (Don't mess with me potential turbulence.)
Even with the government shutdown, I was able to fly through security. I saw a coworker on her way to southern California and turns out I have an online friend on the same flight going to the same convention as me. Only found out through Twitter. INTERNET!
When I was back alone with my thoughts, I wondered how it would have been different if my husband was here too. We travel more lately (since I learned to manage my flying anxiety and started accruing vacation at a faster rate) and last year discovered we can travel independently.
Okay, we knew we could, we just didn't. We like each other. And we like being home. Don't get me started about leaving my dog. I would do a weekend away with my mom, but beyond that, my bed is comfy and already paid in full.
It wasn't until people on the other side of the road got me excited to get going again. So many fantastic podcast friends await me. Husband doesn't need to be dragged along.
But that means I won't have my human travel pillow with me. Wait, I'm fully responsible financially for this trip? Crap. I have to bring all my stuff with me to the bathroom at the airport and no one will save my seat. What kind of bullshit us this?
Then again, I'm traveling with so much less since I'm not doubling up on supplies and provisions. I don't have to scout out places and make the traditional trip to a drugstore where we buy a case of soda and two gallons of water. I don't have to worry about keeping him up with my snoring since we'll be on top of each other in a tiny room. I sleep when I want! And no mom style hovering when it's time to pack. I don't have to pack the dog for a trip to grandma's house.
Yes, benefits to be enjoyed. Still I miss the little jokes to be made when a typical travel foible happens. Or a certain word that in very special context is only funny to us said by a stranger. We have our moments. I'll miss those. I miss him.
I also know he's happy to get the bed to himself, can do the dishes on his timetable, and pizza will be on the menu all weekend.
While I'm a little sad to leave him, these times apart make me grateful we are allowed to be our own people. We just happen to share our stuff. Well, some of it.
Sweet, we're descending. Crap, bumps and seatbelts now required. Damn you lack of husband arm to grip. I'll live. It'll just be one more story to tell him tonight when we talk each other to sleep.
I write this at 30,000 feet, and now is the perfect time to kill time. I find my blogging tends to take more time than I realize, so here I go as I am trapped in my preferred window seat and NOT having anxiety. (Don't mess with me potential turbulence.)
Even with the government shutdown, I was able to fly through security. I saw a coworker on her way to southern California and turns out I have an online friend on the same flight going to the same convention as me. Only found out through Twitter. INTERNET!
When I was back alone with my thoughts, I wondered how it would have been different if my husband was here too. We travel more lately (since I learned to manage my flying anxiety and started accruing vacation at a faster rate) and last year discovered we can travel independently.
Okay, we knew we could, we just didn't. We like each other. And we like being home. Don't get me started about leaving my dog. I would do a weekend away with my mom, but beyond that, my bed is comfy and already paid in full.
It wasn't until people on the other side of the road got me excited to get going again. So many fantastic podcast friends await me. Husband doesn't need to be dragged along.
But that means I won't have my human travel pillow with me. Wait, I'm fully responsible financially for this trip? Crap. I have to bring all my stuff with me to the bathroom at the airport and no one will save my seat. What kind of bullshit us this?
Then again, I'm traveling with so much less since I'm not doubling up on supplies and provisions. I don't have to scout out places and make the traditional trip to a drugstore where we buy a case of soda and two gallons of water. I don't have to worry about keeping him up with my snoring since we'll be on top of each other in a tiny room. I sleep when I want! And no mom style hovering when it's time to pack. I don't have to pack the dog for a trip to grandma's house.
Yes, benefits to be enjoyed. Still I miss the little jokes to be made when a typical travel foible happens. Or a certain word that in very special context is only funny to us said by a stranger. We have our moments. I'll miss those. I miss him.
I also know he's happy to get the bed to himself, can do the dishes on his timetable, and pizza will be on the menu all weekend.
While I'm a little sad to leave him, these times apart make me grateful we are allowed to be our own people. We just happen to share our stuff. Well, some of it.
Sweet, we're descending. Crap, bumps and seatbelts now required. Damn you lack of husband arm to grip. I'll live. It'll just be one more story to tell him tonight when we talk each other to sleep.
Sunday, December 30, 2018
Movie Challenge 2018: Failure
Well, yes and no. I didn't make it to 12 movies this year in the theater. In fact, even with the plan to see Aquaman with a coworker still in flux, I still didn't make it.
Without trying, I became a big reader. Not like those real people who read, but someone who now reads more than she used to. I bet if I looked back, I made it to twelve books this year. The portability, the fact that I can stop and start when I want, and there is not a designated space specific to where it must be consumed all contributed to my more frequent reading.
Even though reading is fundamental and it's better than movies (if you believe your teachers) is that it still keeps me on my ass. I'm not advanced enough to read a book while on a treadmill. Or like the guy in Cotsco who was watching football while moving thorough the isles.
So what movies did I see? Well here we are:
1. Black Panther 2/18/18
2. Ready Player One 4/1/18
3. Avengers: Infinity War 4/29/18
4. Deadpool 2 5/18/18
5. Solo: A Star Wars Story 6/1/18
6. Ocean's 8 7/3/18
7. Mission: Impossible Fallout 7/29/18
8. Bad Times at the El Royale 10/21/18
If I wanted to bulk up my time at the theater, I could count:
Jim Henson’s Holiday Special
Featuring Emmet Otter and Fraggle Rock
I suppose I could count that as two if I really wanted to. Sadly, it would be cheating and not winning. Double boo.
I'm okay with it though. It's about doing something fun and I didn't have the urge to see everything out. Here's to 2019 being more tempting.
Without trying, I became a big reader. Not like those real people who read, but someone who now reads more than she used to. I bet if I looked back, I made it to twelve books this year. The portability, the fact that I can stop and start when I want, and there is not a designated space specific to where it must be consumed all contributed to my more frequent reading.
Even though reading is fundamental and it's better than movies (if you believe your teachers) is that it still keeps me on my ass. I'm not advanced enough to read a book while on a treadmill. Or like the guy in Cotsco who was watching football while moving thorough the isles.
So what movies did I see? Well here we are:
1. Black Panther 2/18/18
2. Ready Player One 4/1/18
3. Avengers: Infinity War 4/29/18
4. Deadpool 2 5/18/18
5. Solo: A Star Wars Story 6/1/18
6. Ocean's 8 7/3/18
7. Mission: Impossible Fallout 7/29/18
8. Bad Times at the El Royale 10/21/18
If I wanted to bulk up my time at the theater, I could count:
Jim Henson’s Holiday Special
Featuring Emmet Otter and Fraggle Rock
I suppose I could count that as two if I really wanted to. Sadly, it would be cheating and not winning. Double boo.
I'm okay with it though. It's about doing something fun and I didn't have the urge to see everything out. Here's to 2019 being more tempting.
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
Are Podcasts Sabotaging My Career?
Yes.
Okay fine, not exactly. I think it would be in my best interest to learn some hard skills to open up my career possibilities. Enter learning SQL. It's been high on my list since someone who wasn't my husband told me to do it. It was lower on the list when my husband suggested it.
I have my trusty library card ready for some access to online learning. But in my best Homer Simpson voice I think, "But then I won't be listening to podcasts. You can see the bind I'm in."
This is not a new thing. I also find myself working on low brain level tasks because I'm listening to something and I want to keep listening. So let's answer some e-mails, collate some papers, not take on something that requires more than 15% of my focus. It only occurred to me that this might be keeping me from learning and advancing.
It was a scary thought. Should I create some sort of non podcast listening pact with myself to better myself? Yes. Will I do it right now? No it's time for bed. Maybe tomorrow. Thursday is a slow release day for me anyway. Wish me luck....oh a new Pen Pals is out! #saga
Okay fine, not exactly. I think it would be in my best interest to learn some hard skills to open up my career possibilities. Enter learning SQL. It's been high on my list since someone who wasn't my husband told me to do it. It was lower on the list when my husband suggested it.
I have my trusty library card ready for some access to online learning. But in my best Homer Simpson voice I think, "But then I won't be listening to podcasts. You can see the bind I'm in."
This is not a new thing. I also find myself working on low brain level tasks because I'm listening to something and I want to keep listening. So let's answer some e-mails, collate some papers, not take on something that requires more than 15% of my focus. It only occurred to me that this might be keeping me from learning and advancing.
It was a scary thought. Should I create some sort of non podcast listening pact with myself to better myself? Yes. Will I do it right now? No it's time for bed. Maybe tomorrow. Thursday is a slow release day for me anyway. Wish me luck....oh a new Pen Pals is out! #saga
Wednesday, October 31, 2018
Happy Halloween
The last few months have been an overload of stress. As funny as this sounds, I think my biggest fail is that I didn't get my shit together long enough to get a costume put together for my dog.
Yes, you read that correctly. I broke my streak and I have not put together an adorable or awesome costume for my dog. I know he's not broken up about it. I know it's not the end of the world (bad thing to say in Halloween, cue a horror movie scenario).
I think it's 100% FOMO. As all the internet is posting their incredible Halloween photos of costumes and fun, I'm happy to get a full night of sleep. I will try not to begrudge the world their fun. Instead I shall cuddle the dog. That fixes almost everything.
Yes, you read that correctly. I broke my streak and I have not put together an adorable or awesome costume for my dog. I know he's not broken up about it. I know it's not the end of the world (bad thing to say in Halloween, cue a horror movie scenario).
I think it's 100% FOMO. As all the internet is posting their incredible Halloween photos of costumes and fun, I'm happy to get a full night of sleep. I will try not to begrudge the world their fun. Instead I shall cuddle the dog. That fixes almost everything.
Saturday, September 29, 2018
Long Live President Camacho
Shit.....
Monday, September 03, 2018
License Plate Game 2018: A Pathetic Year
I'm really ashamed of myself. At least right now and in five minutes after I post this, I'll move on with my life. Ordinarily, I am the loser of my family when it comes to this game. I don't "compete" with them so much as we update each other and its fun to see what's left.
Early this summer, my ten year old niece was asking me questions and I was a little embarrassed by my performance only two weeks in. Then I realized this game has been commandeered by my sister's brand of play. I think I can describe it adequately from this scene from The Breakfast Club.
I can make excuses like when they play, it's a family of four and they are actively going to parking lots for the search. For my parents's household, they have four adults and one teenager participating. My husband joins me, but I make him verify with photos if I'm not there. (Yes, I have a scary eye of the tiger similar to my sister. Husband has tamed it mildly so now I enjoy life a little more.) Plus, I'm a train commuter, so how the hell am I going to see exotic plate from the train tracks?
Fortunately, my dad maintains my enthusiasm about the journey, not the destination. We reminisce and play as it was meant to be. A silly game where we just can't find those last three plates. Or in my sad case, thirteen.
I can make excuses like when they play, it's a family of four and they are actively going to parking lots for the search. For my parents's household, they have four adults and one teenager participating. My husband joins me, but I make him verify with photos if I'm not there. (Yes, I have a scary eye of the tiger similar to my sister. Husband has tamed it mildly so now I enjoy life a little more.) Plus, I'm a train commuter, so how the hell am I going to see exotic plate from the train tracks?
Fortunately, my dad maintains my enthusiasm about the journey, not the destination. We reminisce and play as it was meant to be. A silly game where we just can't find those last three plates. Or in my sad case, thirteen.
As always, Rhode Island can suck it!
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