Let me just say…..I want to be a travel blogger now. I loved Mexico, it was so gorgeous. I have spoken before about travel anxiety, and just having anxiety while traveling. It did not go away this time. My stomach was trying to murder itself at the airport while my brain was trying to tell me all the ways I was going to die. So basically, an average Tuesday for me.
I had general anxiety about leaving home, and leaving my cat. I had general anxiety about flying and traveling. I also had general anxiety about leaving the country, especially Mexico. All you hear is bad shit about Mexico, and I don’t even believe half of that stuff and I was still scared. Mexico had become synonymous with the word “kidnapped” in my mind. I fully expected to step one big toe off the plane and be immediately kidnapped, thanks MEDIA.
First of all, is it travel anxiety or is it just real ass anxiety? It is almost impossible to tell. I feel like travel anxiety is all your regular anxieties, heightened because of the fact you do not get to be at home. However, whatever it is, its god awful. I almost passed up the opportunity of a lifetime because I was too nervous to leave. Just think of all the things that could go wrong! Do I have something in my carry on thats going to flag me as a terrorist? Is my checked bag being thrown around all willy nilly? What if I miss my flight even though I’m 2 hours early?
So, thats what I did, thought of all the minute things that could go wrong. My friend did the honors of googling the chances of plane crashes, and dying in plane crashes. Which are somewhere in the 1 in 5.5 million of a plane crashing. So, then I had to prepare myself for what to do in the event of a plane crash. They say not to take your stuff with you, but like, I am absolutely taking my stuff. What if we’re stranded on a remote island (somewhere between Ohio and Burbank CA) and I need a blanket, or the 5th Harry Potter book?? Yeah nice try Amanda the flight attendant, but I’ll be taking my stuff.
In a very weird, and highly unusual turn of events, I won a contest. I win very few things, like VERY FEW. This wasn’t any ‘enter for your chance to win 50 cents off your order of 50 dollars or more’ either. I won a spot to watch The Oscars red carpet live and in action. In case you missed it, I take award season VERY seriously. So this is like if Snooki from Jersey Shore won a trip to a functioning pickle and vodka factory. A match made in heaven.
SO, how the fresh hell did this happen?
Its a funny story. I was on the academy website to see if they had any jobs available, because every business needs assistants and stuff right? How awesome would it be to work for The Oscars?? Well too bad, no jobs. But I did stumble upon a page to enter a contest sponsored by The Academy Museum to send you and a guest to sit and watch the red carpet, so whatever. I’ll enter any contest. Flash forward to literally MONTHS later. Read more…
New Years resolutions are so dumb. I can’t ever think of something I want to do. I want abs and not be out of breath when I walk up the stairs, but I’m not prepared to take the necessary steps to get there. So no, I don’t want to make my resolution to go to the gym more and no I most certainly do not want to go to the gym with you. I don’t want to have some generic resolutions that I don’t really want to do in the first place, like go to the gym and eat better and drink less and meditate. I WANT TO DO COOL SHIT. But like, what kind of cool shit…? When presented with open ended personal questions I freak out.
“If you could live anywhere in the world where would you want to live?”
ummmm… I dont know, Columbus is pretty cool? Maybe Ann Arbor?
One of my favorite parts of the holiday season (besides champagne and a roaring fire in the house) is the Christmas tree.
Me and my mom like to try to get an 11 foot Christmas tree. Despite our ceilings being 8 feet tall.
My family travels to Whitehouse Ohio and walk around the giant farm searching for the perfect tree. The best part is there are so many kinds you get to choose from. Wheeler Farms has so many types of different kinds of trees. In those categories are plenty specific trees to pick from! As opposed to going to a farm with just 30 trees already cut and somehow the only trees left are the ones with, what feels like, literal needles left where people have to pretend they’re having fun decorating but everyone is bleeding and crying and its chaos.
If there is one thing I know on Saturday, it is that the next morning there will be brunch to be had. Have a nice relaxing Saturday at home? You deserve some brunch. Did you get too drunk, get kicked out of a bar, and fall asleep at 3am? Recoup with….you already know…
I take brunch very seriously. Like how Bob Evans SAYS they have it but that is a total lie because there are no mimosas. or how some other places say they have it but only have lunch food and make their mimosas with moscato. NO.
One place in Toledo throws a proper brunch, and one place is a close runner up.
Today I ventured out about forty-five minutes to a local winery with my parents and my best friend. Let me tell you, wineries are the shit. Not only are they instagram perfect, you just buy bottles of wine and wander around with them. They also offer food along with their endless wine, and a self guided tour. Self guided tours are the best tours because even if I don’t know what I’m talking about, I’d rather hear it from myself than Rachel the enthusiastic tour guide. Read more…