Monthly Archives: January 2012

Travel brings out the worst in me!

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Oh anderson, forgive me for my ranting. Sometimes i just can’t help it. I do try really hard to be a forgiving and non-judgemental person. But sometimes i just can’t. And when i travel, i lose all ability to be patient and accepting. I’m headed to new orleans for a conference and vacation with my mom. As a good daughter i flew west to meet her so we could fly east together. Of course my flight was delayed and i had the stress of racing through the airport to get through customs to make my short connection time. I did, with time to spare which was a relief. One flight down, two more to go.

On the next flight i sat across the aisle from what can only be described as a man-child. He was that little bit too loud, too uncultured and too annoying. Throughout the 3 hour flight i tried very hard not to hate him. I suffered through his inane questions about my ipad and the unnecssarily loud music coming from his earphones. After we landed, my mom said “wasn’t that a nice guy sitting beside you?” I could only roll my eyes and descibe him as dumb as dirt. Yet i couldn’t put my finger on what irked me, and more importantly why. I know that i have a terrible habit of being hard on myself, and that tendancy seems to expect the same from others. I do not suffer fools gladly, and i’m not sure i would want to!! But, to that guy, sorry if you’re not as bad as i assumed you are.

For my next rant, i will not be quite so unapologetic. I just don’t think that people with kids should be allowed to do as they please. On my second flight, a couple rows in front is a family of 4 and 2 grandparents. Occupying 1 and a half rows, but disrupting half the plane (or maybe just me?) I was well aware of them straight away as the kids watched a movie at full volume. Just because the plane is loud, does not mean i can’t hear that racket. So i was forced to watch the remake of footloose (not as bad as i feared, but the original was far better and will live on in my heart forever.) But i digress. The parents are not even sitting with the kids, instrwd of have heard them yell across the aisle. And even worse, which is currently making my blood boil, they have occupied the aisle between the rows for the past hour. The mom is watching a movie and the dad is letting the three year old just hang out in the aisle. Not even remotely ackonowledging all of the people who are constantly waiting to get by. Seriosuly, they have 6 seats. Sit the fuck down. Also, the kid has a dirty diaper. I understand travelling with kids isn’t easy, i remember cross-atlantic flights with my younger sister. But i certainly don’t remember being oblivous to the other passengers. I do not think your kid grabbing on to me while he walks by is cute so don’t look at me to indulge them. And sit the fuck down. I honestly wouldn’t have a problem if both kids were screaming their heads off if the parents were sitting with them and actively engaging the kids. But this isn’t fair. I’ve been travelling for 10 hours and i respect my fellow passengers, so why can’t everyone do the same??

Ok, enough of that. I need to cool down. I can feel the heat of anger on my face. Luckily i can also feel the plane starting its descent. Now i just need to focus on what i’m sure will be an awesome trip. I’ll be thinking about you and your outstanding coverage of hurricane katrina while i’m there. You’re the best anderson!

Ttfn,
~k

Ps. father is now reading a book about bach to the 3 year old. Draw your own conclusions…

Pps. I got a free glass of red wine and now my face is red for another reason. Thank you altitude!! Now tina turner is on the in-flight music channel. Things are looking up!

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my pride

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oh hey anderson,

nice to hear from you! of course, i jest, you haven’t written back yet, but it’s ok. only a matter of time i’m sure. until then, here’s another one-sided note from me to you.
what a week this has been. i have approached the week with a bit of a goal – to ponder how i make myself proud. i confess that for all of my outward bravado and confidence, i am actually plagued by intense self-doubt. so in an effort to reduce some of my disappointment, i have tried to end each day by asking myself “what did i do to make myself proud today?” i think what has been most interesting about this exercise is what i’m choosing to take pride in. it’s totally run the gamut from i cooked dinner to i edited an e-mail to not be super bitchy. i had two really interesting and different examples though.

the first was my excursion to the world outside my comfort zone – i went to an aqua zumba class. i love the water and have been intrigued by water aerobics since the 80s, but never thought i could do something like that. then i saw a class and heard the music and decided it looked like fun. as the day of my first class approached, i was really starting to dread it. then on the day itself i was a bit of a nervous wreck. i wasn’t familiar with the college campus so i was making maps and googling directions. my co-worker had this amazing advice for me – i can leave whenever i want, so i headed out with that in mind. when i got there safe and sound, i promptly threw up. why oh why is that how my stress manifests? but despite that, i kept going. i got a bit turned around but eventually found the pool. then i put on my bathing suit and ventured out. a stranger approached me and i was forced to make small talk, but i still didn’t leave. i got in the pool, looked like a fool trying to salsa dance without floating, but i stayed for the whole class! i even intend to go back next week. i can’t help but be shocked, and proud!

my other example, i think had just as much of an impact on how i feel about myself. one night, i just decided to do nothing. i watched about 5 episodes of ncis (thanks parents for introducing me to the show last year!) and just relaxed. now, i do this often, but that night i said to myself there is not a thing wrong with what i am doing. giving myself that permission to do as i please, and not feel guilty was a new experience, but i didn’t hate it.

i can’t say that after a week i still don’t analyze my every action and wonder if i did enough, said enough or was funny enough, but i tried not to dwell, and that’s something to be proud of!

bye anderson!

happy new year

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anderson,

i am so sorry.  it has been well over a month since my last letter.  i wish i had an excuse worthy of our friendship.  i don’t really.  i just didn’t have anything to say, or much time to say it. 

it felt like christmas just came out of nowhere this year.  my family and i decided to try to cut back this year, so we put a 100$ limit on gifts, and picked names for stockings.  in past years i’ve been so uptight about what to get people, i just bought everything i thought was appropriate.  this year i had to think more which was really nice, but way more stressful.  thank goodness for online shopping websites where i got a couple great deals. 

as another christmas-based excuse for my negligence, i decided that at this year’s annual christmas party we needed a better dessert.  every year we have this chocolate log that is too sweet and rich and has too much milk to which i am allergic.  so i decided to use my new checkerboard cake pans and make a fun cake.  what a disaster.  it was messy and complicated and i used whole wheat flour so the batter reminded me of muffin batter.  then, when constructing the cake, i messed up the layers and had to use two spatulas to try to separate them before they set forever.  fyi, icing is basically cement mortar.  then came the decorating.  i took a course, but i am by no means an expert.  i made holly leaves out of red and green icing and then did decorative lines.  decorative yet crooked.  in the end it looked pretty good, and tasted surprisingly good – the super sweet buttercream icing balanced out the muffinness.

so yeah, i guess the main reason you haven’t heard from me is that i just didn’t have time to myself.  i was so looking forward to my 2 weeks off work, but as it turned out, i didn’t have one day all to myself.  i had dreams of achieving my reading goal of 40 books, which meant i would have had to read 6 books.  what fun that would have been.  no such luck.  i read in front of the fire on christmas day for a couple of hours, and that was it.  i feel really whiny.  it was a nice break, i enjoyed the majority of the time i spent with other people.  but when i went back to work last week, i still felt tired and overstimulated.  but i guess my overstimulation means i should have lots of great anecdotes and observations to share with you!!

i best make some sort of dinner now.  hope your monday has been great!

~k