in honor of my recent trip out west,
here's some awkward and awesome things about traveling...
awkward:
1. complimentary toiletries at the hotel. why yes i do enjoy smelling like public bathroom hand soap. (i know this isn't true of every hotel, but it's true at the one's i can afford.)
2. traveling with a nursing baby. how is it that on almost every flight and in every terminal we were surrounded by men? that hooter hider is doing its job, but still, awwwkward.
3. the plane bathroom. you can pee, wash your hands, and open the trash can all at the same time while watching your face in the mirror.
4. the stinkiest kid on the plane decides to sit next to you. starbucks and funk. my fave. four hours is a long time to try not to catch a whiff.
5. getting metal detected and x-rayed. is it strange that i'm always nervous the bobby pins in my pocket are going to set off the alarm? then when i walk through with a sigh of relief i wonder if they think i'm happy cause i just got away with something. i also like to put valuables that i don't want checked and possibly lost in my carry on bag. so i'm sure they thought i was a weirdo when the x-ray showed that two pairs of heels, a chi, and a retainer were the main contents of my backpack.
6. the middle seat. looking out of the window or across the plane to the aisle means watching your neighbor out of the corner of your eye too. don't you just love that moment when they glance up at you to see if you're looking at them, but you sure show them when you're intently staring past them? (even though two seconds earlier you were reading their kindle over their shoulder.)
5. getting metal detected and x-rayed. is it strange that i'm always nervous the bobby pins in my pocket are going to set off the alarm? then when i walk through with a sigh of relief i wonder if they think i'm happy cause i just got away with something. i also like to put valuables that i don't want checked and possibly lost in my carry on bag. so i'm sure they thought i was a weirdo when the x-ray showed that two pairs of heels, a chi, and a retainer were the main contents of my backpack.
6. the middle seat. looking out of the window or across the plane to the aisle means watching your neighbor out of the corner of your eye too. don't you just love that moment when they glance up at you to see if you're looking at them, but you sure show them when you're intently staring past them? (even though two seconds earlier you were reading their kindle over their shoulder.)
awesome:
1. hotel breakfast. i wish there was a continental breakfast bar that appeared every morning at my house.
2. take off and landing. i love it. it's such a miracle. and i really get a kick out of the roller coaster feeling when we're circling to land/rockin' through some turbulence.
3. babies that behave well on planes. georgia earned a lot of gold stars. (also, traveling with a baby had its perks. we skipped many a line with that little bambino.)
4. deplane-ing. i don't know why but i just love that word. i wish i could deplane every day.
5. my iphone. what did i do before this phone? it mapped directions for us, helped us pick out our wedding gift while boarding the plane, entertained us on the flight, let me send pictures, and then did all of its phone duties on top of that. that big ol' bill is worth it.
6. having lollisha as my travel buddy. i got some good sister in laws. i loved being the extra lap and helping hands she needed with the babe. we frequently switched back and forth between speaking normally, ghetto speaking, and british accents. people probably thought we were strange rangers.
6. having lollisha as my travel buddy. i got some good sister in laws. i loved being the extra lap and helping hands she needed with the babe. we frequently switched back and forth between speaking normally, ghetto speaking, and british accents. people probably thought we were strange rangers.
7. the fish tank app lolly randomly downloaded. without it, georgia would have screamed the whole car ride home from jax. and thankfully her ipod battery died after baby g fell asleep.
8. coming home. to my very own boo, with my very own bed and pillow. ahh.
8. coming home. to my very own boo, with my very own bed and pillow. ahh.
water in a can?
only at 10,000 feet.
only at 10,000 feet.

3 comments:
These are amazing! I missed your blog updates, I mean you, while you were gone!
Is it bad that I always make sure to take the extra toiletries when we stay with my parents somewhere (since it's normally a nice place) so I can use them during a later trip when I don't want to smell like a public bathroom?
Also, they should take into consideration pregnant women when designing plane bathrooms. When I was 30 weeks pregnant with James and flew I used that bathroom more than every passenger combined and probably sounded like I was trying to take out the walls!
I got some pretty amazing sister in laws too!
Yaaaaaa, wanna talk about nursing in public????? ummm driving cross country with Brinley at 5-6 months. Every gas station from Rexburg Idaho to Charlotte North Carolina I'm SUUUUURE saw lots of boobs. I may have even nursed while peeing in a gas station. Not my proudest moment, but I was desperate. Hungry baby, gotta pee mommy....you get the idea.
Traveling is one of the most eye opening experiences....why is that you ALWAYS sit next to the really stinky emo or the biggest guy on the plane...ummmmmmmm worst luck ever!!!
Hiya, visiting from Sydney's thread.
I'm always worried my earring are going to make the stupid thing go off.
I hate the middle seat. It's never any fun.
Your blog is super cute... and now I follow.
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