nyc trip

I’m Leaving On a Jet Plane

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I’m starting to get that jittery, antsy feeling.  You know the one when you’ve had too much coffee.

That’s how I get when a trip is looming.

I want it to hurry up and get here.  I’m restless to get going.

Unlike 50% of the people going to the BlogHer conference, I’m not going to need Xanax to get me through the trip.

Years of having to travel for work have made it such a way of life that I miss it now that I’m not doing it anymore.

I need to roam and explore.

When I’m stuck in the same city for too long I feel that familar longing of wanting to GO somewhere.  Anywhere.  Just for the change of scenery.  Just to get in the car and drive.

So, I’m looking forward to my NYC trip.  Looking forward to meeting up with my roomies , people watching at parties, and even living out of a suitcase in a hotel.

I’ll be flying into Philly on Aug 3 to pester Ally and her family for an evening.  Then her husband was blackmailed coerced badgered generously offered to drive us up to New York on the 4th, to save us the train ride.  It has nothing to do with the fact that it’ll allow us to bring more liquor up with us that way.  Nothing at all.

The best thing about the 4th?  It’s also My BIRTHDAY!  Oh yeah!  Party in New York!!

We’ll be hitting the karoke scene Wednesday night (don’t worry, I can’t sing either) with QueenMommy and her crew.  We’d love to have you join us!

If you’re reading this, then we also need to hook up for hugs / drinks / fondling / etc.  So DM me your cell number so we can track each other down.  I have a few numbers already, but there are a ton of you I want to hook up with and I’ll need a way to stalk you track you down.

See you in less than two weeks!  (SQUEEEEE!!)

 Im Leaving On a Jet Plane

My Inner Martha Stewart

People who know me in passing seem to have this image of me as a bit of a wild child.  And while I can be when the occasion calls for it, I’m much more likely to be found curled up with a book or crafting when I’m not catering to Vista’s every whim.

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Image by skinnylaminx via Flickr

But this weekend, I’m taking off for a girls scrapbooking weekend.

I know a lot of people are cringing at the thought of spending 3 days laying out pages, cropping pictures, and adding embellishments, but for me it sounds like heaven.

It appeals to my inner Martha Stewart.

I did offer to Bil this morning to cancel my trip, since Vista is sick right now, and it can be a lot to deal with a coughing, puking child on your own.  But he’s told me to go, so I’m going to take him at his word and enjoy myself.

Enjoy not having to wake up at 4:30 am with my early bird 2yr old.

Enjoy being able to relax and put my feet up.

Enjoy having someone else cook the meals all weekend.

This will also be a good test run for my NYC trip this summer, as this will be the first time I’m away from V for more than one night (trying very hard not to hyperventilate just from writing that).

I know she’ll be fine with Daddy, and he’s hands on enough that I don’t feel I have to leave a list of ‘to-dos’ for him.  He knows her medication schedule and how to give her the inhalers. And really, other than that, she’s a pretty easy kid.

So I’m going to go, enjoy some adult conversation, maybe have a drink or three, and scrapbook my little heart out.

 My Inner Martha Stewart

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