Worst. Trip. Ever.

I have Facebook (an original “roll out” member from when it was restricted to college students only!) and I check it daily, but I’m not really very active on there anymore.  It’s a nice way to keep in touch with family/friends whom I rarely (or never) see anymore, but if I’m being honest, most days I just scroll through my newsfeed a couple times a day and save/read any interesting articles or quizzes or memes, etc. that I come across as a way to waste time at some point in the future.

One of these articles that I came across the other day was entitled something like “People Share Their Worst Experiences Flying” and was (as the title would lead you to believe) all about peoples’ worst experiences flying.  One person had long delays resulting in lost luggage, one got stuck next to the worst seatmate ever, another person had a near-death experience when their plane was struck by lightning, and so the article went on and on with each person sharing their own awful story.  This of course got me thinking about my own personal adventures with flying — more specifically, it got me thinking about my first experience flying out of the country and this is the story that I am going to share with you all today!


When I was at Western Michigan University studying German, I had the opportunity to study abroad for one semester.  Several classmates were going to be attending the same program with me at the University of Bonn (Rheinische Friedrich-Wilhelms-Universität Bonn) in Bonn, Germany (in North Rhine-Westphalia for those of you who care about the specifics).  I was very excited for this opportunity/adventure and couldn’t wait to discover somewhere new (to me) and put my German skills (however limited they were at the time) to the test.  I also liked the fact that my semester abroad was going to be March-July, meaning I got an especially long break from school after our fall semester had ended in December.

One of the girls in my class (for the sake of this story, I will call her Allison) already had quite a bit of experience with world-travel and had already been to Germany at some point with her family.  They had friends there and since her and I got along well enough in class she asked if I wanted to go a week early with her to stay with these friends until our program started in Bonn.  Despite the fact that I am not very comfortable around strangers I said, “Sure!!”  Why not, right?  We were young, it sounded fun, and I was smart enough to know that an opportunity like this doesn’t come along every day.  So we started planning!

A side note: Out of curiosity, I just looked back through my Facebook Messenger conversations from that January/February (when we started planning) a couple days ago to verify that my memory of events was accurate.  This proved to be entertaining in itself as technology has come such a long way since 2010 when this story takes place.  We exchanged phone numbers at one point to set up a meeting time to solidify our travel plans and our conversation after the initial number swap went like this:

Me:  I also text if that’s an option for you.  haha  Just fyi.
Allison: lol actually I’m like the one in a thousand who doesn’t have free texting : /
Me: 🙂 It’s all good… I finally had to get my own phone this past fall and I didn’t have texting because of the cost.  I finally decided to cough up the extra money for it though a couple weeks ago because it was “inconvenient” for my family [for me not to have it].  Texting is pretty pointless anyway really so no worries.  Feel free to catch me on here or give me a call.  🙂

So, as you can see… It wasn’t all that long ago that some of us still had flip-phones and didn’t have texting as a convenient means of communicating with each other and we still had to do things the old fashioned way by calling or meeting in person to make plans.  And that is exactly what we did.

At the beginning of January, we decided to meet at Allison’s house.  I’ll add that the entire afternoon before we were supposed to meet up, I was feeling a little “off” (dizzy on and off and generally just a little out of it), but I felt better enough by evening that I figured I would be fine to meet as planned.  I was wrong.

We sat at Allison’s kitchen table planning this exciting trip when I started to feel dizzy again.  As I mentioned earlier, I really do not feel comfortable around strangers and even though this girl was a classmate, I still did not know her all that well and had been a little anxious about actually getting together to plan this whole thing in the first place.  So with all of that being said, I chose not to say anything about how I was feeling.  I’m still not sure why.  Maybe I was worried that she would think I was weird for coming to her house to get sick?  Maybe I was worried that she would rescind her invitation?  I’m really not sure, but to continue, at one point Allison got up to say goodbye to her boyfriend who was leaving for work and it was at that moment that I suddenly felt the edges of my vision getting dimmer and all the sounds around me getting muffled — I completely passed out in that poor girl’s kitchen as she was walking back into the room.

I was so embarrassed.  It lasted only a moment, but when I got back into my chair, I felt exhausted and weak and shaky.  She had me go sit on her couch and got me a granola bar to hopefully help with the shakes.  This pretty much ended our in-person planning and the rest was done via Facebook messenger where I made a couple jokes about promising not to pass out again.

And so our trip was planned.  At the end of January, we bought our plane tickets.  We were on the same flight together from Chicago to Frankfurt and Allison’s dad (who was a frequent traveler and knew all the tricks to find a good deal) scored us a great price for roundtrip train tickets from Frankfurt to the small town of Kiefersfelden where their friends lived.  Our trip was all set in stone and perfect and we were ready to go!

Nothing ever goes as planned.  I’m pretty sure there’s a Murphy’s Law somewhere about this. “Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.”  And it did for me.  And this is where the story of my first trip out of the country really goes downhill.

What I failed to mention before is that Allison and her family actually lived in West Michigan so she had them take her to the airport in Chicago, but my family lives in East Michigan.  I didn’t want to leave my car sitting in West Michigan for the entire summer and thought it would be better to leave it with my mom on the east side of the state while I was gone.  This meant that I had actually gotten a connecting flight from Detroit to Chicago where Allison and I were going to meet up for our flight together to Frankfurt.  Let me tell you — Having a connecting flight in February in the northern Midwest is the worst idea ever and I had to learn this hard way.

The inbound flight (St. Louis to Detroit I think) had been delayed by about 40 minutes due to snow and I only had about an hour and fifteen minutes to work with in Chicago before having to get on my flight to Germany.  I thought, “Great, I’m going to have to rush to get to my next gate!  At least I still have a little bit of time.”  Again, Murphy’s Law came to my rescue (not) and the inbound flight from STL was delayed even longer and arrived to DTW about an hour behind schedule.  I was desperately messaging my friend on Facebook to let her know what was going on and that I would be there hopefully just in time to catch the flight with her to Frankfurt.

Well, by the time I got to ORD, I was so worried.  I turned my phone back on as soon as we landed to see that I had gotten a voicemail from Allison wondering how close I was and letting me know that boarding was about to start.  I had received multiple text messages from my mom as well that let me know that Allison contacted her to inform her that she had asked the crew to wait for me, but they wouldn’t (of course) so she had gotten on the flight and left me behind (quite understandably).  I had missed my flight by only 5-10 minutes.  I was so disappointed and worried and suddenly a little stressed out.  Allison was supposed to be my “tour guide” essentially since she was the experienced traveler, not me!

The airline rebooked my flight (thankfully for free since it was no fault of my own) and I was disappointed to see that I no longer had a direct flight to Frankfurt.  I now had a layover at London Heathrow and my flight out of Chicago didn’t even leave until 3 hours later.  At this time, it was close to 6:30pm (CST) putting my flight out about 9:30pm(ish).  I was suddenly glad I had my laptop with me to kill time since I knew I would be sitting for a while.  In hindsight, I probably should have thought to find somewhere to recharge my computer, but… another rookie mistake.

Well, about 8pm a little snowstorm conveniently showed up and my flight was delayed yet again.  It was snowing so hard at one point that you could hardly see out the windows.  The flight was delayed until about 11pm, but when 11pm came, the flight was delayed for a bit longer because we had to wait for a fresh crew to arrive.  I was already tired and I wasn’t even en route to Germany yet.  I was also starting to worry about the fact that we were going to have to get new train tickets since I wouldn’t be making it in time to catch the one we had scheduled ahead of time.  I messaged Allison to keep her updated as well as I could, but the fact that she was still in the air on her flight made it impossible to plan or communicate with each other.

A new crew finally arrived and I think we were all relieved when they finally started letting us board.  It was close to midnight by this point.  This was the largest plane I had ever been on.  I was in an aisle seat (thankfully) with one person next to me in the window.  After we boarded it was heard that we would be delayed for a little longer because one of the engines had an oil leak.  It was a “quick fix” so they didn’t make us all deplane, but I remember drifting in an out of sleep for quite a while and peaking out the window occasionally to see that it was still snowing.  Pretty soon the de-icers came, but halfway through de-icing the plane, they ran out of fluid and had to go refill.  By the time we actually took off, it must have been close to 2am.  To my dismay, I already knew that I would be missing my connecting flight in Heathrow by several hours and had another rebooking to look forward to whenever we arrived.

The flight from Chicago to London is about eight hours long and I didn’t/couldn’t sleep very much of it.  The actual flight, however, went smoothly and I arrived to a rainy, gray Heathrow.  This was better than snow, but did nothing at all to improve my situation.  Once I turned my phone back on, I received a voicemail and messages that Allison had waited as long as she could for me in Frankfurt and that she had taken the last train for the day to Kiefersfelden.  I was out of luck.  I messaged her to let her know that I had arrived in Heathrow and would be rebooking (yet again).

I don’t even remember how long I had to wait for my newest flight, but I know I wandered around that airport for a good long time.  I also remember that there was no end to my bad luck.  Close to boarding time, someone announced overhead that our gate had been changed and not surprisingly, this gate was at the complete opposite end of the terminal.  So I rushed, with about 50 business men in suits (of course it would be my luck that I would be the only exhausted, crappy-dressed, travel-worn girl on this flight with a bunch of posh Englishmen, sigh), to the opposite end of the terminal and sat at a much more crowded gate for about 15 minutes.  At this time, another announcement was made that our gate had been changed, again, and that it was, again, at the opposite end of the terminal where we had been in the first place.  This time, since it was now the scheduled time to start boarding, all of us (me with my backpack, laptop case, and messy hair and all the businessmen with their nice suits and briefcases) ran quickly back across the terminal to our new/old gate.

The flight from Heathrow to Frankfurt is less than an hour long.  I got my first lesson in European flight service where I was surprised to see that beer was a free drink option.  All of the businessmen took a beer and despite the fact that this was the least appetizing thing to me at that moment (I was completely exhausted, hungry, and stressed out), there was no way I was going to pass up a free beer!  When in Rome, right??  Thankfully, this flight also went well and  FINALLY, I made it to Frankfurt.  Now all I needed to do was figure out the train situation and I would be on my way to Kiefersfelden.

I managed to follow the signs (mostly in German at this point, logically) all the way to baggage claim so I could collect my giant bag that I had checked.  Now, some of you (if you’ve made it this far into my story) may be thinking, “Alright, she finally made it to Germany, good.”  But wait! My bad luck does not end here!  My bag… My bag which I had packed in all of my rookie flying wisdom… My bag which contained every single bit of clothing I had brought to Europe with me (other than what I was currently wearing) was still in Chicago and would not be arriving for one whole week.

I was stressed out.  To make things even better, my laptop only had 10% life left, my phone had died before I left Heathrow, and again, in my infinite wisdom, before I left on this wonderful journey, I had not even taken the time to think about the fact that Europe uses different electrical outlets than in the U.S. so my chargers were of no use to me.  I had no adapter.  It was about 1am (CET) and again, to my dismay, the train station wasn’t even open.  That section of the airport was completely closed until about 5am when the first train left so I didn’t even have a way to buy a train ticket.

I wandered around that stupid airport for quite some time.  I had nothing else to do until the train station opened, except worry about how the heck I was going to get to Kiefersfelden or contact my friend Allison.  She no longer had the use of her phone (international = way too expensive at that time!) and I wasn’t even sure that she would be able to access Facebook at her friend’s house.  I found a place where you could buy time to use an airport computer to access the internet.  Another rookie first:  European keyboards are different than those in the U.S.  It took me quite a while to even get logged into Facebook to message Allison since I couldn’t type my email address without difficulty.  Once that was completed, I went in search of food and found that McDonalds was literally the only food place open at that time of night so I grabbed something to eat there.  I did manage to find a little travel shop that sold over-priced outlet adapters, so I bought one of those as well.

Another side note: I had never had experience traveling out of the country (duh) which meant that I had no experience with currency exchanges.  Everything I bought up to this point (Heathrow and Frankfurt) I had just purchased using my debit card (which I later found, again to my dismay, results in an additional fee for not paying in cash).  Exchange rates suck.  Anyway, back to my story… (It’s almost done, don’t worry!)

Electrical adapter in hand, I quickly found another big difference between airports in the U.S. and European airports (at the time) — lack of available electrical outlets.  I looked EVERYWHERE.  I finally found one in a corner on the floor by a less-used part of the airport.  I sat right down there on the floor with all of my belongings and let my phone charge.  Something else I learned is that Europeans are not so quick to sit around on the floor.  I got some weird looks while I was sitting (okay, and kind of laying and trying to unsuccessfully sleep a bit) there in my corner on the floor.  At that point though, I no longer cared.  I was tired and my phone needed charged.  Gotta do what ya gotta do, right??

Once my phone was charged enough, I decided to go wait closer to the train station where I sat back down on the floor near the entrance gate until it opened.  This is the part of my story that starts to get a little fuzzy in my memory.  As I have mentioned several times, I was just exhausted and stressed out and had never traveled by train in Europe.  I got on the train that I needed, but I didn’t buy a ticket beforehand because I was worried (for whatever reason) that it was pay only in cash (which I didn’t have) or that I would say the wrong thing and embarrass myself so I just got on the train.  I found, again as a rookie traveler, that this is acceptable, but the conductor finds it slightly annoying and it costs more when they come around and find that you have not purchased your ticket ahead of time.

Ticket purchased, train on its way, I now thought that I would be able to relax for the next four hours while I sat there, but I was stressed out even more once I discovered that the train actually didn’t go directly to Kiefersfelden.  It was actually going to stop in München (Munich) where I would have to transfer over to another (smaller) train that would take me where I needed to go.  Upon making this realization, I didn’t even care about international rates anymore.  I was texting friends at home to help me figure out which train I would have to get on once I arrived in Munich.  The maps made no sense to my American eyes as they were all in German and I had never had any experience with the train system in Germany before.  It was so stressful and I was so afraid that I was going to end up stranded in some random German city with no way to contact anybody.  I still had no good way to confirm with Allison for sure what time I was going to arrive or if she/they would be there to pick me up.  I tried to text her just in case she received it to let her know where I was and when I would (hopefully) be arriving in Kiefersfelden.

With that, I picked the train that I thought the map said I should get on and hoped for the best, again not purchasing a ticket ahead of time.  At this point I had been traveling for over 40 hours and I was just ready to be done.  Plus, as an added bonus,  I was now worrying about what to do about my lack of clothing for the next week.  I closed my eyes and tried to relax for a little while and finally, before I knew it, I had actually arrived in Kiefersfelden.

And, thankfully, the first bit of good luck I had had in those two days — standing there, next to the tiniest train station ever, was my friend Allison and her German friend waiting for my arrival.  And this is the end of my story about my first/worst time traveling outside of the country.

I apologize for the length of this one, but it isn’t the same without all the details.  I even feel like this is a little rushed so you’re welcome – it could have been even longer!  My time in Kiefersfelden was incredible and an adventure all on its own that I will have to share with you at some point in the future.  Thanks to all of you who actually read this far!  I hope you enjoyed my misadventure.

I would love to hear from some of you!  What was your worst travel experience?  Feel free to leave your own stories in the comments!  See you all again soon!


Tangents and Topics

So.  Over the last month(ish), some of you may have been thinking any of the following things to yourselves:  “Where has Lisa been?”  “I thought she was going to write more frequently…”  “So much for her blog idea.”  “Lame.” etc.  Well, guess what?  I’m still here!  And, even better, I’m going to tell you all a story from my college days that will hopefully better explain why it has taken me so long to write another post.

For those of you that may not know, I went to school for secondary education.  One of the very last classes I took before my teaching internship and graduation was LS4050: Secondary Content Literacy.  Content Literacy is the ability to learn new things via reading or writing in a specific content area whether that’s a subject such as math, science, or art, or a form of print such as textbooks, novels, magazines, etc.  It isn’t really so much about reading comprehension (although, that certainly is part of it (kind of)), it’s more about the ability to learn new things while you’re reading using context of the words and a whole bunch of other little things to learn new vocabulary and the like.  In any case, not to bore you all with the technicalities, the whole point of this class was to teach us, as future educators, ways in which we could get our students reading more and more engaged in that content.  It was to teach us better tips and tricks to pass onto our students to pull more out of whatever it is that they are reading (word meanings and context and such).

That is a very small, possibly confusing, explanation of what Content Literacy is.   Anyway… I LOVED this class and clearly I could still talk about it forever if you were to let me.  The professor was awesome (despite the fact that I can no longer remember her name) and because I love to read and write, this class was perfect for me.  My prof. was an elementary school teacher (4th or 5th grade if I remember correctly) who taught this one college course at the end of her week.  We met every Friday evening right there in her elementary school classroom where we sat at the little tables/desks for the entirety of our scheduled two hour class.

At the start of the semester, we were given our rubric and the prof. went over her expectations for us and discussed the major projects/papers we would need to complete throughout the semester and the timeline for those projects/papers.  The biggest one was a “Personal Inquiry Project” which was supposed to take approx. 2-3 months to complete.  If I remember correctly, we were supposed to think of a topic that we wanted to learn more about and use the tools we had learned in class to help us research this topic and explore a little to see what we could find.  After we were done with all of this research we were supposed to write a paper about our findings and the methods we used to gather all of our information.

I did my project in less than a week.

I chose to learn more about model cars (because why not, right?).  It was a perfectly random topic and something that I have never done myself.  My brother had put together a model of the U.S.S. Enterprise when we were kids and possibly even a car too at some point, but I always thought it would be too tedious to do myself.  However, the thought of doing one still intrigued me so I thought it would be the perfect thing to research for my Personal Inquiry Project.

I started by conducting a small online search to see what types were out there, but that was overwhelming so I just decided to go to the store to check for myself.  I figured Michaels would probably have a decent selection so I started there.

I wasn’t wrong and I was able to see a decent variety of cars and trucks and even airplanes that were either plastic or die cast (metal).  I also found out that many of them required special paints and brushes to complete them and that it would be an extra expense that I couldn’t afford.  I was in college and broke, and I’m pretty sure at this specific time I was probably only eating once a day to save what little money I did have so I decided that maybe I should do a little comparison shopping instead.  I took a few pictures with my awful flip phone camera for later reference and then I decided to go look at Hobby Lobby across town to compare prices.

Hobby Lobby was disappointingly just as expensive, but they had a much bigger variety!  They also had naval ships (which were neat to look at!) and a better car selection, but the prices were all very similar or identical to those which I had already found at Michaels and I knew that my model car building days were coming to an end before they had even begun. I turned around though and that’s when I saw it!  It was a beautiful model pirate ship!  Who doesn’t love pirate ships?  They were sadly too expensive too, but it made me think of ships in a bottle.  I wondered if they sold those at Hobby Lobby, but I couldn’t find any and decided to take my search back home after taking more of my awful flip phone photos for later reference.

Once I was home, I remembered that I have a friend from my Army days who had recently posted photos of his completed creations on Facebook.  He had put together two ships, one in a bottle and one not, and they were gorgeous.   I reached out to him to see if he could send me information on the process of building them so I could learn more.  In the mean time, I started researching more about model ships.

My search consisted of the following:

Search 1: Ships in a bottle.  I started reading about the different ships available to create and realized there were a lot of different ships.  I had never considered this.  I needed to read more so I opened a new tab in my browser!

Search 2: Ship names.  I wanted to know more about these ships I was reading about.  It was fascinating.  While I don’t recall which ships I read about, I do remember that this eventually led to another tab in my browser

Search 3: Pirates!  I wanted to read more about the pirates who were in charge of these ships.  I wanted to know more about Red Beard and Black Beard and Black Bart and the real Captain Morgan!  It was all very interesting.

I don’t recall the number of tabs I had open at one point, but there were a lot of them.  Tab after tab after tab.  I was lost down the rabbit hole for a good long time, for sure.  I made sure to jot down a few interesting points from everything I was reading to be used later on with my crappy flip phone photos.

The next day, my friend got back to me and was majorly helpful!  He had emailed me a pretty lengthy explanation on the process he took to put together each of his ships and he even included pictures that he had taken.  They were beautiful and the amount of time and effort he had put into creating them (including creating his own cloth sails to replace the cheap plastic ones sent with the kit) was jaw-dropping.  It was truly impressive.  He had also described the process he had taken when building the case for his model ship.  He designed it himself and used plexiglass and stained wood and put it all together.

At one point he mentioned lowering this entire case over the “plinth” (which he had also built) upon which the model ship sat.  I had never heard of the word “plinth” before, but from the context of what I was reading and looking at the pictures he had sent, I was able to deduce that it was another word for “base.”  I did another quick google search just to verify this thought and found that I was indeed right in my assumption.  I didn’t realize it at the time, but it was a perfect example of content literacy (See? It all comes back to the main point eventually!).  I was able use the context of what I was reading to learn a new word.  It was all very fascinating to me.

And so, this was now way more than enough information for what I needed to be able to write my final paper/reflection.  It only took me a couple of hours to write and when I was finished, I had something that is similar to what I have written above for all of you, that detailed my entire adventure, down to the last detail.  It even included pictures!  I turned it in at our next class meeting when it was due (yes, I had waited until the week before it was due to bother working on it) and waited to see what would happen.

It only took one week to get my professor’s response back.  I was surprised at how quickly our project papers were returned to us and along with my returned paper, I also received the following feedback (which I kept along with my course binder because I loved it all so much):


First of all, I’m never going shopping with you.  I was dizzy at page 2!

I am delighted that you found it difficult to stay focused on your original inquiry, because this Personal Inquiry Project is certainly the best I have ever read.  It is a sample of excellence.  Your references are extensive.  You thought to consult a very talented source when your interests turned to model ships and I learned more than I can ever tell you.

Your technique of opening multiple tabs in your browser will serve your students well when you teach how to follow a line of inquiry.  Bravo.  Use a copy of this to show your students.  Walk through it with them.  It will give each individual student permission to explore freely while staying accountable through the reflection at the end.  Your piece on vocabulary in your reflection was very meaningful to me because you determined the definition of “plinth”, in context, by reading the words around it and this is how vocabulary must be taught if a student is ever going to own the words she/he sees and hears.  Bravo Lisa.


Please detach this grade memo and return the copy of your paper to me tonight.  I want to use it as an example in future classes, with your permission.

And I did let her keep it.  I wish now that I had kept a copy for myself, but I’m pretty sure at the time I thought, “It’s ok, I still have a copy saved on my laptop.”  I have since ruined several laptops and any personal copy of my paper/project is long gone as a result, but I am so glad that I saved this letter from my professor as a reminder to myself of this fun project and her positive words regarding my thought process and writing style.

So.  After that lengthy story (if you even made it this far), you may be left wondering “Ok, Lisa… What is the point to all of this?” because I promise you, there is almost always a point to the stories I tell.  Unless, of course, it is a time that I really have no point, but luckily for you — this time is not one of those times!

This project is the perfect example of how my brain works at any given moment which is why it came so easily to me.  I constantly have multiple tabs open in the browser of my brain and this is why it is extremely difficult for me to focus on one thought or idea for any lengthy period of time.  This makes it a little hard to decide what I should write next for my blog, for example, because I have so many stories to tell, but pinpointing a good starting point… That’s much more difficult!

This is why it has taken me a month to write to you all again.  I have plenty of stories (at least I think so), but have found it challenging to decide which story to tell and which angle to take when telling my stories, etc.  (Not to mention the fact that I start to overthink this whole blog thing and get self-conscious about sharing my stories/thoughts/ideas with so many people.) Anyway, I think I may have finally figured it all out, however, so hopefully there will be no more month-long hiatus’ from writing.

And what is my solution, you may ask?
Finding the right topic and a good tangent to go with it.

And with that, I will see you all again next week! (I hope!)


Short Stories

I know that last week I promised you all another post this week.  While this may not be the post you were hoping for (“These aren’t the droids you’re looking for…”), it’s still something!  Although, with only one post so far, it isn’t exactly like any of your expectations could have been all that high in the first place, right??  Anyway…

This week’s accomplishment, if you can call it that, is creating a new page (in my little menu over there!) entitled “Short Stories.”  For more on that, please click on the aforementioned tab!  Once you’ve done that you can click on the other tab entitled “The Tail of Mr. Fuzzy.”  Or you can click that one first, I guess I really don’t care either way.  I’m not here to boss anybody around.

Also, as a side note, you will all have to bare with me for a little while.  The blog scene (that sounds so trendy and cool) is new to me and while I love to read, the whole “writing for other people” thing is still new.  I’m still trying to figure out what works best and what doesn’t so until I really get things figured out here, I hope you can all still manage to navigate my blog well enough to read what I put out there!

See you soon!

Nummer Eins

Hello!  Welcome to my blog!  This is such a high-pressure moment that I’m going to do my best not to scare away any potential readers out there with my very first post.  If you read my About Me (right over there in the menu if you have not), you’ll learn that I am a very random person and my thoughts are very eclectic at best — thus the name of my blog.

You’ll find that I write like I speak (to some extent) and that I really enjoy parentheses.  For those of you who actually know me in real life, you know that I speak very quickly, I love tangents, and I often change thoughts mid-sentence (or mid-word).  My speech often has a difficult time keeping up with my brain and many times, especially when I get going, I forget what my point even was in the first place.  It’s a problem, I know, I’m working on it.  So, just a little forewarning for all of you readers out there, you have that to look forward to!

I love to write and as long as I can remember I have wanted to write a book.  Unfortunately, I feel like that goal might be a bit much to take on at this point in life and so I thought maybe a blog might be a more manageable (less scary?) starting point.  The only question was, what could I possibly write about that might be of interest to other people?  Or, how and what could I possibly name a  “themed” blog when there are so many different things that interest me or so many different life stories to tell or so many different things that I mull over on any given day?  But, like most good ideas, this one finally came to me once I stopped thinking so hard about it and, well, now here we are.

I am hoping to write a new post weekly (no promises, but I will do my best), and I am hoping that none of this will start to come across like a drawn out Xanga post (anyone else out there remember Xanga?) from back in the day.  I have plenty of topics in my arsenal to last us for quite some time so you’ll have to check back soon to see where we go next!    Until then, welcome and I hope to see you all again!  (Feel free to leave a comment below!)

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