My question of the day caught many people off-guard. Did you ever stop and think why men have nipples? We all know why women have them, but what’s the point for men to show their unnecessary accessories off?
Everything was going well until we fell asleep. A 6:20AM flight to Vegas sounded like a great idea–stay up all night, sleep on the plane, and start our vacation super early!
I should’ve never let us get comfortable at 2AM…
We spent more time on the shuttle bus than we spent driving to Newark. We got there by 5:45 and they bumped us up to the next flight. The sad part: we weren’t able to get seats together! Anyone who knows our sweet, romantical relationship would know this: he didn’t mind so much. He was more concerned about where his “middle-seat-having-but” would store his kneecaps. I tried to make deals with our seat-mates but they weren’t having it, so I spent the entire flight peaking over my shoulder to the tallest, sexiest, man on the plane and blowing kisses like Fabrizio saying goodbye when the Titanic started to disembark. “I’m-a-never-a-gonna-forget-youuuu!”
On a more interesting note:
1. The airport reeked of black pepper. Like the entire time we walked and walked and walked, every gate was smothered in pepper. Still unsure how I feel about that.
2. There are no more moving walkways. I REPEAT–NO MORE MOVING WALKWAYS!!! Mr Carter said they took them out and threw down alcohol establishments instead. So now when you stop to get smacked before your flight, you won’t have that extra help to slide you closer to your gate. SMH this was a huge loss for travelers of Newark International Airport. (Maybe it was just Terminal B)
3. The airport has a breastfeeding/pumping station. I guess the airport is #ProPumping so that sort of makes up for the lack of speed-walking ability. Sort of.
4. We made friends with a fellow phone-charging-outlet-hog. Manpreet was an incomer from Virginia and all I know is that she came at me a little hard, “You guys from Nooo Yawkk?” But I think it was just her Southern accent that got me. She was pretty cool–she said we reminded her of her friends. We must put on quite the show to others. My Mr Carter makes every moment awkwardly perfect and 9 times out of 10, we are laughing hysterically. Like who wouldn’t want to be around us?
5. I was wedged between an eye-masked chick who slept for a few hours, and a much older man who had arm spasms the whole flight.
Moral of the story?
DON’T SLEEP BEFORE YOU FLY!
YouTube videos are funny, but watching my mom react to them is funnier!
“Are you ready?” he whispered closely in her ear.
She barely budged. Her hands stood firmly placed on her lap, only occasionally dragging the tips of her fingers along her dark nylon stockings. She made tiny circles for a few seconds at a time and then her fingers slid back and forth along her thighs. She mostly kept them on her lap until she went back to drawing the tiny circles. She still hadn’t said a word since they had parked.
The streetlights sent a foggy shimmer through the windshield. The roads seemed as though they had all been tucked-in for the night—no cars drove past them. The misty rain clouded the already thick air and everything appeared blurry through the windows. They sat in the four-seater for a few more quiet minutes, staring out into the sidewalk ahead.
A girl young enough to have been out way past her bedtime sat on a bench patiently while clutching her backpack, seemingly oblivious to the obnoxious gusts of wind and rain.
His voice remained calm. He knew how important this was for him and after months of running every possible outcome, he knew it was time.
“You can do this, just like we practiced,” he slid his hand along her neck just under her earlobe, rubbing rhythmically by her hairline with his thumb. “It’s the only way. We went through this. If there were some other way, we would’ve figured it out by now.” He continued to caress the soft skin above her ear. He knew it was the only way she would keep calm.
“But what if I can’t do it?” She finally broke her silence. She wiped her eyes and tilted her head up toward his. Her eyebrows slowly crept up to the tip of her forehead just below her perfect hairline.
As I countdown the days to this year’s NYC Pride, I keep replaying last year’s LIT parade. We met some cool people:
And witnessed some interesting dance moves:
These fine folk even watched our stoop while we went to find some nearby food:
The rest is still a little foggy, but the recap is just precious. Thanks Shadonna for a Pride to remember!
And here’s to 2018’s NYC Pride countdown…
So, my dad bought me a Christmas gift and it served an interesting purpose. A rearview mirror that has a camera attached, a clear video shown on the mirror itself, a 32GB memory card and a USB stick to upload the video on the computer. I was confused but after he set the entire device up in my truck I saw the video and the swivel camera that sat below the mirror. He continued to throw out words like “accident” and “if you get pulled over” and I sat there while some pretty cool ideas filled my head. All I could think of was my blog. I said, “this is perfect!” And it was.
I picked up my niece Savannah, (also goes by Little, Girl, and Savalavadingdong. I will refer to her as one of these names throughout my blog.) I couldn’t wait to test out this snazzy gadget for the first time. Knowing how passionate she is about singing and being in the limelight, I knew she would be amazed just as I was.
It’s time to finally meet my talented singer, writer, and overly-dramatic little. My Savalavadingdong. I hope you enjoy our car duet and please don’t mind the date at the bottom. It was recorded Saturday, February 10th, 2018 but I don’t know how to change that setting just yet. I should’ve read the instructions like my dad had said over, and over… and over.