bawl’more hon! May 29, 2009

say hello to the notorious “BALTIMORE, THE GREATEST CITY IN AMERICA” benches! they are scattered all over the city. charming, yet so utterly inaccurate.

my new neighborhood- LOVE the urban trees! for joy! it’s the local commie book/coffe/vegan/ cafe! free internet, surprisingly good music. lots of lively debate. though my motives may be tainted by the free internet, i still am liking the atmosphere and will probably come back for snacks occasionally when my internet is up and running!

ps. i started my new blog at my school’s site so you can hear about all my lovely adventures in nursing school! i’ll post the linkage either here…or somewhere else soon!

rescued. April 26, 2009

 our moguls came! the representative for our state senators, Justin Masterson a boston red sox pitcher, and news media all showed up, so 

we were officially rescued. 

the point of the rescue was to peacefully raise awareness and gather support from our government representatives to help end one of africa’s longest wars. 

starting at a park in the city designated the “abduction site”,  we were officially abducted.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

we walked in roped groups through the city to the “LRA camp”.

once in the commons outside of the state house (the LRA camp), we wrote letters to our senators and waited for our moguls to arrive and officially rescue us. we also wrote notes to current LRA abducted child soldiers.

one of the highlights of the night was to hear the story of Charles, a former LRA abducted child solider. afterwards i was able to introduce myself and talk with him. what a horrific, heart breaking situation, but how incredible that he was able to get away from the LRA and come to America to start a new life. when a ‘child’ is standing in front of us, in the flesh, the value of that life becomes so inescapably undeniable.  it’s impossible to be indifferent when you are literally  touching the hands and looking into the eyes of someone who has suffered in ways that i know that i can never fully comprehend. when we wrote letters to these children, whose ears  i hope and pray, they will one day be able to reach…

i want you to know that some of the words that people wrote were so beautiful.  we told them that they are not forgotten- we will not let them be invisible to the world,  and we were fighting for them, so that one day like us, and like charles, they too can be free. 

what have invisible children to do with smelly shirts? March 27, 2009

for the next month i plan on wearing the same two shirts again, and again, and again.

thirty two days to be exact

with the hope of raising awareness about Uganda’s invisible children.

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if you haven’t heard about the LRA and the thousands of  children who have been, and continue to be kidnapped and forced to join the LRA, and the hundreds of thousands who have been murdered or displaced as a result, then I encourage you to make the time to watch the documentaries:

“Invisible Children” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0XQEysQJPQ
and
“War Dance” http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6547143034681962841

while it is easy for us, (myself included) to ignore the problems that seem to be too daunting to even begin to address…pretending that these problems don’t exist, only exacerbate them.  the reality is that there is selfishness, brutality, and depravity beyond our westernized-priveledged-educated comprehension. And while it seems impossible that any efforts we can make will even begin to make a dent, i am more and more convinced everyday that it’s true that “the bad guys” are not the enemy, so much as our own apathy is.

so though it is an infinitesimal thing… along with thousands all around the world, this month i plan on wearing my shirts to help spread awareness about the children being abducted in Uganda.

shirt one:

“I heart the LRA*
*    90% of the LRA are abducted children”

shirt two:

a depiction of the uniforms the children wear.

on the 25th of april… plan on attending ‘the rescue’ so you can add to the dent that is being created. it is taking place in 100 cities around the world http://therescue.invisiblechildren.com/en/#/event/

more information is available here:
http://www.invisiblechildren.com/home.php

i’ll keep you updated.

i like florida… most of the time. March 18, 2009

i have a problem… (to my future roommates) December 31, 2008

and it goes something like this:

i’m the antithetical king midas. if you remember the story, it went something like this: everything he touched, turned to gold. there’s a good moral to the story in the end, but with this metaphor i’m only using the beginning part where everything he touches, turns into something “better” (not truly, but go with it). here is why i am the polar opposite, diametrically opposed, the antithesis of the one who seems to have the gift, that i do not (metaphorically, that is)

everything i touch… breaks. seriously.

i moved out of my roomates place on sunday, and her and i exchanged cards… after i told her what a fabulous roomie she was and how i was going to miss her,  i then began my list…

“i’m sorry i broke:”

two mini glasses

the conditioner lid dispenser thing

two bowls

your rake

two glass soap dispensers

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today in denver, we had a few errands to run. i had to get a new battery for my broken cell phone, i had to stop at the camera store to see if they knew what was wrong with the camera i got for christmas, i had to stop at the eye glass store to see if they could fix the glasses i stepped on, and lastly… i spent most of the morning on the phone with my insurace company trying to get a rental car to replace the one that ended up at the bottom of some ditch in colorado.

…at 80 mph she was reaching for her cell phone that had dropped on the passanger floor and she literally rammed my little toyota off the road where we catapulted, yes, catapulted sideways-ish to the bottom of a 30 foot embankment…

now we are stuck, and so to be productive in my stuck-ed-ness… one by one, i’m trying to fix my broken things…

and i’m trying to figure out… if it’s me.

the glasses? me. don’t lay your glasses on the stairs. bad spot. the camera?  not me. the phone, maybe me, but maybe not. i always thougth it was so resilient, i’ve dropped that baby more times than i can count but then one day it just stopped turning on…  the car? totally not me- phew!! the soap dispensers? they were in a bad spot- seriously! they were always sitting so precariously on the edge of the sink.  the conditioner bottle? it too, very precarious, that is. my elbow hit it ALL the time!  the bowls, i’m short and had to reach REAL high. kinda my fault.  drinking glasses? they just broke, quite random, but probably my fault. rake? definitely me. never shovel snow with rakes by the way- it’s a bad idea.

to my future roommates, if you are reading this. i am SORRY in advance because i will most likely break stuff.  but i promise i always replace what i’ve broken. to protect yourself, (and me from guilt!) do not lend me your things, because seriously, if there’s a time when your i pod is going to randomly break down, for no apparent reason, other than the fact that i touched it… it will.

mucho loves.

me.

st. alice. November 26, 2008

today shlomy and i decided to go up to the mountains for the day and do a “beginners hike” on st. mary’s glacier. notice the contradiction/oxymoron in that sentence? “beginners hike on a glacier”… that’s as nonsensical as double bacon cheeseburger loving vegan. yah, doesn’t work… at all. so we started up hill feeling slightly drunk on account of the elevation gain, stopping occasionally for hydration breaks to curb the tipsy. once we got the the base of st. mary’s we strapped on the snow shoes and started out, making a horizontal trek across the glacier. problem number one: this is when i noticed the paw prints. “shlomy! there are polar bears here! do you see these paw prints!? those are polar bear paw prints for sure!!” raaaachel (placating voice) those aren’t polar bear prints!” “omigosh, they totally are!” i explained to him about how once on national geographic i saw a special on polar bears where i learned that if you actually see the polar bear and the polar bear sees you, you are basically already a dead man. we were wearing bright colors so we would be dead for sure.

(this is where shlomy is literally asking me if i am really sure that i want to admit that i actually thought there were polar bears in colorado…i matter of factly inform him that i have no shame when it comes to my blogs, not only that, but if my friends who read my blog can ask about the possibility of foot transplants or pretzels being made of vegetables, than i am quite sure that i have nothing to fear in being myself here).

but back to the glacier.

problem number two. so there shlomy and i are trekking across the glacier, and i am pooped, and as much as i want to make it to the top, i also don’t care about getting to the top, because i really just want to get back to the car and blast the hot air and take off the heavy boots that are strapped to my feet, and bust into that sweet sweet chocolate… but that said, shlomy so enthusiastically states, “we got this far, we can’t turn back now! hey, rae are you tired, wanna stop?” yah, err. uh-huh. i’m supposed to answer that, how? yah, that’s what i thought…we kept trekking.

however, it was not too long before i am realizing that actually, this glacier seems really steep. like really steep. maybe it happened when my foot slipped, maybe it happened when i realized i had my hands in front of me, and with my hands in front of me, i was actually touching the glacier, maybe it happened when i turned around and realized if i actually fell, i might die. and if i didn’t die, i would be writhing in pain. writhing.

at this point, the panic began to set in, and when i say that panic ’set in’ it actually sounded something like (g rated), “i’m going to diiiiieeeeeee… freaking freak freak freak! i’m in colorado on a glacier and i’m going to diiiiiiieieeee!!! i don’t want to diiiiieeee!!! i haaaatttteee you!!!! this was sooo stupid!! we’re going to diiiieeee!!”

so yah, we didn’t die. we made it down okay, and my dreams of warm cozy car, and yum chocolate, and free feet were eventually realized.

allo london! September 18, 2008

a series of unfortunate events… September 5, 2008

while this may seem to be merely a list (ordered from least to most unfortunate), of my whining and complaining, be assured that this is actually for YOUR (yes you) benefit. trust me, the next time you think you’re having a bad day just reread this blog and you’ll feel all blessed and happy and thankful, and then you will realize that you were probably just over reacting- not that i’m “minimizing” the ‘unfortunate’ circumstances you may find yourself in… i’m just saying yo… 

arrival to London.

7. jet lag

6. terrible exchange rates. dollars have about as much value as cassette tapes or VHS tapes for that matter.

5. please see previous post, “weather today in heaven, partly cloudy.”

4. getting stung by two british bees. (numb leg, tinglely leg, red leg, numb leg, stingy leg)

3. taxi rides from the airport that cost approximately $120.

.2 waiting in the airport for five hours for my friend (sum’s new nanny) who was…

1. deported- back to the US

 

feeling better? …hoping that some good comes out of my pain, i think that might actually lessen it. 

 

but now, just to prove i’m not a complete pessimist here’s my “Look on the Bright Side”, list for all you optimist’s out there, who really do need good news to cheer you up.

7. sleep is over rated and 3am is a nice time to read and write. 

6. okay, can’t think of a good “bright side” for that one. will get back to you…(help me out optimists!!!)

5. rain hitting the roof at night is a lovely sound, plus to be honest, i like the rain most of the time.

4. i did not go into anaphlactic shock- i lived!!

3. the taxi driver was fun to talk to and taught me great british words which  i will implement into my vocabulary… ‘that bullock had some dodgy rates, but he took me past some brilliant sights.’

2 and 1 will always suck- you hear me passport control?!? you deported sum’s nanny! very dodgy, very dodgy indeed.  (don’t even touch this one optimists, you’re going to have to deal with the reality that utter suckiness, with no redemtpive value in sight, can sometimes occur… however, like i said, go to town with number 6.)

today’s weather in heaven… partly cloudy. September 4, 2008

Light Rain

Heavy Rain

Light Showers

 

in case you were wondering what the forecast for london will be for the next few days…

July 31, 2008

remember that little comment i wrote a few months back?

“i anticipate this summer to be quite telling for me, ending  with a reemergence of clarity for my life. expect a blog near or on that date which will divulge my plans for the immediate future.”

i am laughing and rolling my eyes at myself.

oh, me.

here i sit

the end of summer has arrived

the plans are made

but they are set in clay.

i’ve thought the thoughts

in this process of

mine

the purchases are purchased

the schedules are scheduled

they are settled.

and i am not.

because

as time keeps moving forward

my awareness

that I must once again

check another bag

remove my shoes as I walk through security

and turn around that one last time

to catch a glimpse

and

wave goodbye

to someone I love

is drawing near

and

i hate to have to bear it again.

will the clay harden to stone?

or

will a fateful call,

which forever rings in my ears

always loom

close behind?

only time can tell.

so while i sit here wishing i could

turn back time

slow it down

speed it up

or

put it on pause

so i can catch my breath.

my tangled and confused thoughts

rise to you

and i wonder

are you still proud of me?

el bano clausterphobia June 17, 2008

so i just returned from a trip to egypt. good times! there is so much to say about it, where to begin?

i think blogging about the camels, pyramids, the nile, incredible breath taking ruins, extreme heat, faluca’s, traveler’s diareah, snorkeling, scuba diving, and sunburns can be addressed in a later blog…for now, the story i have to tell seems much more important. the major reason being, as it was happening to me, i kept thinking to myself, “someday this will make a great blog! i will laugh about it… later. so i must live to tell the story.”

how’s that from dramatic introductions?
so there i was in the coastal scuba diving town of dahab. it was my last night in egypt and i was exhausted…so much so that i decided to do something quite out of the ordinary. i skipped out on dinner and headed back to the hotel to shower and go to bed. nothing, not amazing company, sitting in a restraunt right on the beach, or even musaka could entice me to stay. after a long day (make that week) of constant sweating and ocean water, a shower and a soft bed was just about the most amazing thing i could possibly imagine.

so… there i was ALONE at the hotel, showering. so far, so good. that is, until i decide to finish and head to that sweet soft bed.

there is something to be said about old rusty, sketchy door nobs, that are attached to old, rusty, sketchy doors, in rusty old, sketchy hotels, in countiries where building safety codes are probably non existent. my advice is this: if it has any of those two adjectives to describe the door that can close you into a very small enclosed space…don’t shut the door too hard.

yah, so i shut the door… hard. and as i stood there in this 5×5ft room trying to open the door with much futility, i quickly realized that this would not work. the windows were barred, it was late, and no one would be back from the restaraunt for a least another 45 mintues.

i was utterly trapped.

i am utterly clautsterphobic.

i was in a bano

in egypt. (which technically makes it a hammamm, not a bano)

this sucked. in a big way.

i banged. i kicked, i pounded, i calmly spoke out the barred window… “hello? ummm… i’m stuck in the bathroom…hello?” (again, with much futility), i tried not to hyperventilate, i thought about this blog to cheer myself up, i stood on the toilet and put my face up to the barred window to breathe, and i kicked the stupid door some more, just to prove that i was really really irritated and tired of being locked in this clammy little bathroom.

so after about a half an hour of this…to make a long story short, i was rescued! one click from the other end and i was out. the owner was laughing at me.

i was not laughing…okay, i laughed some.

this is bano clausterphobia.

i miss egypt.

 it happened in  here…is this hut not terrifying?

pictures from egypt June 15, 2008

photo album link below! enjoy

 

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=56208&l=de586&id=722095864

cough. sneeze. laugh. May 31, 2008

Summer’s and I had this great idea, it went something like this:

 “let’s drive to Haifa and go hang out on the beach!”

 

We had these visions of laying on the shore of the Mediterranean, digging our toes into the warm sand, breathing in the sweet ocean air, and occasionally jumping into those crisp teal waves while the echo’s of the laughter of Noah, Hannah and Alex drifted through the breeze.

Reality check:

 

It was more like this:

they started begging to go to bed… this is when you know the situation is real bad.

he could only be appeased with pringles.

“kids?!!!! We are at our limit!!!”

 here we are driving past the ba’hai temple…

 

This was after maybe six hours in a very cramped car…

 

In actuality, we drove past those golden shores, while the water reflected the setting sun… too late to lay out; the breeze we were feeling was the wind blowing through our car speeding down the highway as we tried to air out the frequent scents lingering from the back seat, and the only echo’s we heard were the ringing in our ears from the screams of three cramped and annoyed children…

 

Are we there yet?!

He toooooooouched me!

She looooooooooked at me!

HEEEEEEEEEELP!!!

 

We did end up making it to Haifa, but after actually seeing the city, there was no way we were staying. we couldn’t really put our finger on the problem with the place, but it just wasn’t what we had envisioned: in a town where the ‘city hall’ is actually the name of a very sketchy night club instead of a municipal building, we were feeling a little disillusioned with our gorgeous relaxing beach town.

 

Ooookay, so day one was an adventure, which is good… after the fact.

 

Day two…

Things were looking up in a big way… Summer and I needed to have some laughs and a little redemptive swimming on the Sea of Galilee and the kids needed a beach.

 

Noah peed on the shore.

 

…we got both…

  the face of a happy mama doing a balancing act at nos ginnesar.

 this is the face of pure bliss… No more cars!

the face of utter cool-ness.

 

happy faces- redemption of the kinerret!!!

 

So after a long and happy day, with our stomachs full of delicious Shabbat dinner, we were passing out at our hotel. Usually it takes me a while to drift off…so as I am drifting, I suddenly hear alex begin to cough. But not cough like an actual throat clearing, instead, in the dead of the night, when all is silent, I hear the Word. “cough.”   (long pause)  ”cough.”

Silence… then again…

cough. cough.

 At first I laid in bed and laughed. It was as if instead of someone sneezing like this:  ”ACHOOOO”, they just said very calmly and quietly, their voice only rising above a faint whisper, “sneeze… sneeze.”

 After a few minutes of this I began to feel annoyed. “Alex… sheqit please.”

 Cough. Cough.

Silence…

Cough.

 

…

cough.

 

Aiyai ayi..

 Funny times.

Laugh. Laugh.

 

 

 

 

aviation issues. May 27, 2008

chapter one.

one word of advice for those of you passing through ben gurion airport as you are entering back into israel and trying to get through passport control with no problems.

if you happen to be staying with your best friend who lives off of a street called aza, and the intimidating individual behind the glass happens to ask you “where are you staying?” here’s what not to say:

                                                                            ”aza”

….in a crowded loud airport where it is hard to hear and political tension is high, ‘aza’ sounds too close to a particular region that if you are associated with, you would have a very difficult time getting into the country. not good for those who are kind of in a hurry because they’ve already extended their ticket by a week and really really need to get back…

if in your deliriousness, you don’t realize what you have just said, you just might find yourself in the waiting cubicle where you sit irratibly and confusedly and… well, wait for a police officer to question your ties with the previously mentioned region.

ehemm. like i said. just a word of advice.

 

chapter two. ((more aviation issues))

so today i had this great idea. it was the first day since i’ve been in israel where the house was essentially child free. sums was studioiusly working away at her research paper, alex was lost in the facebook twilight zone, and i had just finished an hour run. the house was eriely quiet with the exception of the tapping away at the keyboards and the occassional crunch of dry roasted almonds.

this to me was a perfect opportunity to take advantage of the serene atmosphere. a nice relaxing bath was just what i needed. five minutes into it, i suddenly hear the terrified, or at this point, what i thought was the estatic shouts of summer…oh i wish i had it recorded. “what’s going on?! did you freaking finish the paper!?!?! omi!!”

“NOOOOOOOO it’s a BIRDDDDDDD! AH AH AH AH AH AH HELP!!!”

something to this effect.

so what has happened is a bird has flown into the house and it’s pooping on the floor and knocking itself against the wall simultainously, and summer is flipping out, and alex is flipping out more than his mother and the bird combined. all the while, i am not being helpful, i’m sitting in there cracking up picturing the scene behind the door.

we think the bird must have hit it’s head a little hard (sad!) because it finally stopped pooping and flying around chaotically and it perched itself on the floor where summer was able to scoop it up and put it back outdoors.

she said this was a terrifying exerience for her… bird in the apartment…oooooooo creepy times…

i know i had some awesome advice up above for aviation troubles… but for crapping birds in the apartment? you’ll have to consult summer for that one. i offered nothing but laughter behind a closed and locked door in a bird free room

xx

 

 

 

ahh funny times.

 

 

turkey pictures. May 24, 2008

 

here is a taste of turkey…no pun intended. hee heee… to see more pictures, click on the link below, hopefully it works!

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=52805&l=1545c&id=722095864

 

turkey. May 23, 2008

omi. i am finally back from turkey. i think i was there for two and a half weeks. i can’t remember when i left, but i am sure that summer would tell you that it was way too long. thing is, i was completely planning on being back in israel in ten days, but i found myself entirely too enamored by the country and the people i met to actually leave so quickly, so i stayed for another week.

i am random like this.

i don’t really want to make this the longest blog ever, your eyes would grow weary from reading if i told you everything amazing i saw and did… hmmmm…

so quick synopsis:

1. istanbul. very modern city, i was surprised, i didn’t expect it to look and feel so european. they really do sell turkish rugs all over and everyone offers you tea with a tiny spoon and three sugar cubes. yay for sugar cubes.

2. food in turkey for vegans… not so much to choose from. i can tell you i ate candy for breakfast more than once, and by candy, i am referring to turkish delight! if it was fruit flavored and rolled in coconut, i felt less guilty, because i figured it was quasi healthy, it was fruit-ish!! works, right? haha

3. the rainbow gathering at baba da. this gathering was for peace in the middle east and it was amazing. iranian’s, turk’s, israelli’s, all together… if you’re at all aware about the conflict and political issues there, esp between the iranians and the israelli’s you would understand how beautiful and incredible to see them together talking, making chapati, and playing music. i met a lot of amazing people who really want to make and be a difference in the world. this was my most significant experience in turkey. but all this rainbow gathering talk brings me to number 4…

4. cleanliness. make that lack thereof. since i have this strange preoccupation with informing my readers about how dirty i can get on hikes and the like, let me put it this way for you: the last day at the gathering, before the first time that i left, (how’s that for confusion?) i braided my hair because there was nothing else that could be done to make it look decent… when i took it out only a few hours later… it was curly- so it was Cute(!) and slightly disgusting at the same time because this this should never happen with hair like mine. curls like that in hair like mine that was clean should have taken a LOT longer. i’m talking days. so to get all the dirt out and off, candace and i had to visit the hamam… which brings me to number 5.

5. hamams… (turkish bathhouses) what to say??? let’s see, so you go down to the depths of the chambers of this 600 year old building, then they lay you on this hot stone where you just kinda bake like pottery in a kiln. while it is relaxing, if you are claustrophobic at all you can start getting a little panicky. not only that, but at some point you realize the potential for true akwardness as you 1) try to avert your eyes from the people around you and hope they are doing the same, and 2) and try not to gasp when the ha-mama (lol) comes through the door. so they do what they call a peel, and literally layers of gross baba da embedded dirt came off our skin. i came out glistening. literally.

6. international flights. one thing that always cracks me up about flying on them is the fact that at the end of the flight, without fail, they turn on the epic music. you have this feeling of awe- ‘we have arrived! we have landed! VICTORY’ and superman is about to burst through the cabin doors to welcome me to the country any minute.

omi. happy times in turkey. i’ll blog more later about my odyssey from the gathering to the airport back to the gathering.

alex and rachel’s day in the old city April 23, 2008

summer’s kiddos April 15, 2008

 taken at the park/trail across the street from summer’s apartment in west jerusalem

 hannah-banna

 noah and hannah playing in some old ruins.

 

hannah, noah  and the massive dandelion. 

frankfurt. April 15, 2008

spent the layover in frankfurt. pretty sweet.    ich leiba bloomin! (it’s the extent of my german vocabulary)

   it is taking over the world…

 when i walked across this bridge, i saw one of those old men who stands there with the cart (and a parrot) and turns a handle to make twinkly german music box music…i knew i was in germany for sure, all that was missing was weinershnitzel! it was very tourisity indeed

t to the urbulence April 14, 2008

…if you’ve ever ridden on the superman…

                  (and you hate heights)

 

you know that feeling you get when you are dangling at the top, suspended in the air?

anticipation, (um, scratch that, how about ‘dread’?), slight panic, fear-

then there’s the ‘drop’ and your stomach does that ‘thing’, that flippy thing…

 

this is how I feel when airplanes are turbulent…

 

1. i have no idea where it came from (it’s recent)
2. it’s pretty much irrational- i recognize this.

 

so today the airplane was being pretty turbulent (understatement) … there i sat, completely tense- trying to remain calm; breathing, not looking out the window, smelling my ‘no stress’ aroma therapy (they should have some sort of disclaimer- (“does not work when consumer is experiencing extreme anxiety such as turbulent airplane rides), all the while, i knew i was being completely irrational but at the same time, i could care less.

 

(for me) this was an indication that things were bad…

the stewardess did not tell me to check to make sure my seatbelt was securely fastened, lock my tray table, and put my seat in an upright position (oh, and ‘turn off all electronic devices- i cheated (!) – hey, it was calming me down…somewhat.)

 

instead, she gets on the intercom and informs us that the last cabin check will not be done by the cabin crew, but will be done on the “honor system”- what the?! in other words, ‘do it yourself’, because the pilot came on the intercom and told them to buckle themselves in for the descent. for someone as paranoid as i am, when it comes to flying, this was bad, very bad. i take solace in seeing the stewardesses walking down the isles with their overly perky smiles, and blond hair- i mean, come on! If the flight attendant can walk down the isle smiling and telling me to shut off my ipod, we’re probably not going down- so..

after this, ms. stewardess has the audacity…(too strong of a word?) whatever, i’m using it; the AUDACITY to then come on the intercom while the plane is rocky and tilty and I’m panicky, and she’s strapped, and my aroma therapy is definitely not working,

…AND inform us, “just a reminder, if we have an emergency landing, please remember to leave all you luggage in the plane, thank you!”

i’m thinking omigod. serious? really? wow. thank you for that ms. stewardess woman with the southern accent. That was very helpful for paranoid people such as i, with excessively irrational fears of turbulence… (sarcasim… it’s dripping…)

but

number one; i’m not leaving my bag- screw that

two…did your voice sound…panicky? omigod.

and three…i might die. wahhhhhhhhh

 so, since i am writing this blog, it is obvious the plane didn’t completely flip over or loose a wing.

i’m just waiting to connect to frankfurt (yes, SIX hour layover, followed by and eleven hour layover)… trying not to think about the potential…(inevitable!?!?) for more turbulence, and seriously considering how I might sedate myself for this next leg. (whiney, i am)

any ideas?

heheehe

xxo