Category pity party

WHY I HAVE NO MOTIVATION TO RUN IN THE WINTER (OR EVER?)

Whenever I’m on my way to work in the morning, I usually contend for pathway rights with ambitious Lycra clad runners. In the winter, and especially here in Europe, this means that every morning I get to witness a literal demonstration of all the winter-wear gadgets the SkyMall has to offer. Fancypants ear muffs, stretchy […]

DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE 40LB’S OF COCAINE HIDDEN ON MY PERSON?

I know you’re probably sick of hearing about my tragic traveling exploits, and you’re probably all thinking about THIS interview when I complain, complain, complain about flying.  But consider the following journey and tell me, PLEASE, that I am not jinxed. 6am- Check in.  Representative tells me that she cannot give me a bording pass […]

Brushes With Death

I’m going to level with you, blog fans. I am quite helpless these days! Fate seems to have it in for me- and if I believed in fate I suppose that fact would scare me. I have had 3- yes, THREE- brushes with death in the recent present. First of all, in the form of […]