Adventures Followed by A Rude Awakening

I thought I saw my face on the side of a milk carton and thought it was a good time to pop in and say: I’ve not gone missing. I’m here… lurking.

I like to read other blog posts chronologically and because of my recent trip (!), I’ve had to go through a week’s worth of blogs and at that point, I feel like it’s a bit weird to start liking and commenting on such posts. Maybe I’m wrong, but that’s just how my brain works.

I have many an update, but no one update is enough for it’s own post, so I figured I’d just share a rundown of what’s been going on.

Feliz Quizmas Primero!

He’s at it again folks; stirring the pot to rile up this dysfunctional blogging family of ours. ‘Tis the season for family disputes I suppose. Paul has brought us this festive quiz to ring in the holiday season and round out this year of competition. Let’s get right into it, shall we?

Pint-sized and Full of Rage

My parents came down for a visit a few weeks back and we spent an evening sitting on the screened porch by the fire pit sharing stories about our pasts. One of the questions that was posed was: What is your earliest memory? For me, my earliest memory is a mix of adventure, pain, frustration, and now, some comedic relief.

30 Questions You Say…?

1. What was your favorite childhood book? Go dog. Go!

2. What was your favorite TV show as a child? Rocket Power

3. What book did you read in secret as a kid? Next question…

4. What album and CD do you love and know by heart? So many, but I’m going to say Avril Lavigne’s Complicated.

5. What book did you hate as a student? George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four-Bleh!

What’s Wrong with a Little Water?

When I first started flying, I had my own personal pilot. My ex obtained his pilot’s license in the middle of our on-again-off-again relationship which meant free flights on the weekends to neighboring airports. It was fun to be able to hop on a plane and take off with no real destination in mind, no required hoops to jump through with TSA, and no hassle of what to pack for the trip; just grab a pair of sunglasses, a set of headphones (the aviation kind), and away we went.