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gadget

Hello! I would like to apologize for my recent absence—Jen and I were in Rio and did not think bringing our computers was such a wise idea. We did bring a camera though, and pictures will be shared in a timely manner, but I thought I would write about a more relevant topic at the moment considering I write this while in transit back to ABQ.

For as long as I can remember I have been absolutely terrified of flying. This has not stopped me from doing so, as I have never gone a year without getting on at the very minimum several planes, but it is a horrendous experience for all involved parties each time (most notably myself). When I was younger, I think we all had hopes for me to overcome this ridiculous phobia but I am in my 20’s now and have yet to grow out of this irrational fear of flight.

Post lift-off my control issues, coupled with my fear of heights, culminates into a pandemonium of terror that takes over my entire being. I never cease to transform from a somewhat coherent human being into a conspiracy theorist who dies a little inside every time the engine speed changes.

You think I am kidding, or exaggerating but for those of you that have flown with me you know that this is not the case.

Now, I refuse to let this debilitating fear control my life and have come up with some effective strategies to manage, and hopefully prevent any kind of psychotic Bridesmaid’s style meltdown. It has been mostly successful so far.

(I suspect this would be less funny in real life)

So, I shall share with you my secrets of the trade.

First: Upon liftoff I have to grab something. I dont care what it is, but it must be able to sustain massive amounts of pressure. This is most usually a hand, whether it be my mom’s, my own, or the stranger next to me.

Second: During aforementioned handholding, my eyes will be firmly shut with some SERIOUS deep breathing going on. Think going-through-labor breathing here people.

Third: The exact moment the okay is given for electronics my headphones are securely in my ears and my Natural White Sounds of the World: Thunderstorms, Rainfalls, Yadda, Yadda  weirdo tracks are playing on full blast. Someone once told me that my soundscape tracks sound like bacon sizzling (I used to listen to it when falling asleep) and I have never been able to listen to it the same since then. I don’t mean this in a negative way, quite the contrary actually..it is still very comforting, but now I just find myself hungry.

ALSO: The window shades remain shut from the moment I get on the plane, no exceptions. Not even for you, adorable Brazilian child, your tears of disappointment fail to move me!

OH AND: Get in seat: seatbelt on—if we are going down, then at least I will be strapped into the flaming metal contraption of death for good.

Fourth: After a half hour or so, I tend to adapt to my new environment (especially on oversea flights) and forget that I am even on a plane. I remain relatively normal (as normal as I get anyways) unless the plane moves in any way whatsoever..then I freak out again.

There are a few exceptions about times in which these strategies just outright fail. I have gone so far as to become entirely convinced that the flight crew was working in conjunction with the pilot to crash the plane and/or deliver us to the wrong place. I really wish I was kidding, but my dad can actually verify this (London debacle 2010). I blame Ryan Air for this though, with their insistence to keep the lights on and bombard you with ads over the loudspeaker the entire time while you remain trapped in your plastic and/or non reclining seats for two hours freaking out. Small planes too, they are just too small and I do not trust them one bit.

There are a few things that I DO enjoy about flying though—mainly the in flight snacks and meals.

I’m sure you are all s.h.o.c.k.e.d, but I am actually someone who throughly appreciates the complimentary meals on overnight flights. I just try to not think about what the original identity of the chicken and beef offered in the meals are and everything is great! I also happen to love pretzels and peanuts, so there is that especially because they come in handy little to-go pouches so you can save them for later which thrills the food hoarder inside of me.

I particularly enjoyed the flight snacks I encountered in Brazil: when you get on the plane you get a butter toffee candy (CANDY!) to hold you over until they dispense drinks. Heineken beer is available as one of their complimentary options, which is a nice change from the $7 Bud light (I would assume) on US airlines. And also, they offer the one soda that I actually do enjoy—Guarana. I will really miss this soda concoction featuring a Brazilian berry that provides natural energy. Their little snack boxes generally feature these little dehydrated toast squares, with jam and requeijao (kind of spreadable cheese-ish thing) that I can take or leave BUT they also give you some kind of little dessert like a wafer cookie! My inner 7 year-old rejoices every time. Plus you get to open a giant square package, which is so unexplainably satisfying even if you want nothing inside of it.

That about sums up my neurotic in flight demeanor.

Who are we kidding, I guess it is just my everyday personality, but in a really confined space. In the air. In a death machine.

Can we just develop teleportation abilities already?!

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lessons

First off–Charles has joined us this week on our little adventure!

Naturally he was welcomed with wine.

Alright, I hope everyone is ready for an authentic Brazilian presentation about the good ol’ US of A because that is what you are getting!

 

 

Excuse the glare!

giant

My dreams have come true. How is this, you might wonder. Well, let me explain through the use of pictures..

What am I holding?

AN AVOCADO!!

It the largest freaking giant avocado I have EVER seen, and that is just too awesome for words. It could seriously feed an entire family for a week, or me for one day. I only wish I could pack my bag full of these giant beasts, hoard them in my basement, and exist solely through the nourishment they provide (until I turn into an avocado myself, or my skin gains a green tint). However I fully recognize this is impossible for several major reasons including but not limited to:

  1. The U.S. would not allow me through customs with agricultural products
  2. Even if they did, the avocados would likely go bad on the trip or very soon after getting home
  3. Aside from these first two issues, the logistical situation of smash-age during transportation. I would not be entirely opposed to this though, because guacamole is my third favorite food. But still. It would be kind of gross.
  4. Nothing should ever, ever, ever be stored in our disgusting basement. Except possibly bodies..

On another note, we have been exposed to many, many pickup lines here in Porto Alegre (as Jen has said, my hair is like a “neon sign” that screams “I AM NOT BRAZILIAN COME HIT ON ME”) but none of them have been as quality as the following. These ones would be more successful if used on me, without question. 

arrival

Listening to Fleetwood Mac with my best friend on a  Brazillian porch immersed in sunshine with a cup of french press coffee in my hand is the moment in which the three days of cancelled flights, no sleep, and multiple meltdowns all become worth it.

As much as I would like to complain about the hectic nature of my journey, I actually am incredibly thankful I had such an interesting and unique experience–mainly because it is hilarious and is a great conversational topic in awkward situations. Also, people totally are more willing to provide favors when you are crying (like hotel rooms and free coffee)…alright I might have milked that one a little bit.

The thing is, as anyone that knows me is unfortunately well aware of, that when I do not sleep enough I transform into this bizarre conglomeration of raging bitch and infantile freak–picture periodic, spontaneous crying spells and feeling true anger at the Dalai Lama for speaking too loud on Piers Morgan while I am trying to cram myself into a horrendously uncomfortable airport chair to sleep.

Actually, that is deserved..what a dick. He needs to keep it down. (kidding! kind of)

Within my 45 hours of travel (19 of which were spent in the Houston Airport..I think, don’t trust my math skills automatically..and by math I of course mean basic counting) 5 cups of coffee were consumed, 2 kindle books purchased, 15 episodes of Arrested Development were watched, and snacks were the only thing pulling me through.

First Amendment of travel–bring snacks! It is absolutely non negotiable. The pretzels and ginger ale provided on the airplane are not sufficient, although I have to say that I am one of those rare people who actually enjoys airplane food..I am more than totally cool with it in fact.

Second Amendment–see above. I cannot reiterate this important tip enough.

I think that what it really comes down to (the moral of this story one might say) is thank goodness I do not live in Houston, or their airport. 

ignite

Happy Wednesday! I have all day to myself today and a million things I want to do, and I have yet to accomplish anything other than breakfast and online perusing. 90 something degree weather will do that to a girl, but I thought I would share some things that have struck my fancy recently..

“looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything.”

 Ray Bradbury.

  •  “the universe is so well balanced that the mere fact that you have a problem also serves as a sign that there is a solution.”

    Steve Maraboli

     Communal dining


    How I Met Your Mother

    All white decor, with colorful art


    “we do not need to go out and find love; rather, we need to be still and let love discover us.”

     John O’Donohue (Anam Cara)

    “with a plan, you only get the best you can imagine. i’d always hoped for something better than that.”

    Chuck Palahniuk

 

 


I want to eat this:

 

 

 

 

 

Drink this:

 

 

 

 

Read these..:

 

 

 

 

…here:

 

 


  • And I want to make a bookshelf out of wine crates:

    “In any given moment we have two options: to step forward into growth or to step back into safety.”

     Abraham Maslow


    This kiddo is just cute:


And I just thought these were funny:


 


san fran

Long weekend filled with wine, smiles, and sunshine! Through the perspective of my handy little phone, and not in any particular order..

 

caturday

I have accumulated an absurd amount of cat pictures on my phone from this past year, and it seems like such a shame to deny everyone the pleasure of enjoying them! Generally, the only people that get the unique privilege  of seeing such exquisite photos are those unfortunate souls that I regularly accost in public places (i.e. everyone I see within a 10 foot radius).

Speaking from an entirely unbiased perspective, of course, I would have to say that our cats happen to be the best in the world. They continue to provide us with love and quality cuddle time despite the fact that we are rarely home, and occasionally feed them saltines and popcorn when we run out of cat food (let it be noted that oliver will eat anything, and probably does not have a problem with this).

We also subject them to random internet cat trends like cat-breading..

Now that I have a medium through which to display them, I shall proceed to dazzle you with Stanley and Oliver’s magnificence!

Because, really, who doesn’t enjoy a good cat montage? ;)

Happy SatCaturday