So I quit my day job. Today is my last day of work, and I am flying out Friday to vacation in Michigan through Memorial Day. I am here today to simply assure you, I will be coming back HAM on the blog and BeccaTube upon my return. It’s going to get hard core in here. And I’m not even talking porn.
But in the mean time, I have two favors to ask:
1. Y’all trooped up and got me nominated for the Badass Blogger Awards in TWO categories (Funniest Blogger and Funniest Vlogger). Su-weet. Now the voting phase is in full effect. So this is my “Becca for President” plea. If you enjoy my humor, I would appreciate your vote. BUT, I also have to say, there are a couple of other bloggers I respect who are also nominated for the Funniest Blogger category, so I want to support votes for them too. Also, if you don’t vote for TJ in her categories then I…. I…. I will do something really bad. I seriously admire her drive and passion for the art she creates.
Seriously though, regardless of who you are voting for, the important thing is that you do it! Click here meow. Voting ends May 31st.
2. It’s time to scratch a line through one of my ultimate bucket list items: write a post while flying. I mean, this is 25toFly, right?
I think I will do it without my seatbelt on. And airplane drunk. Which is much more fun than normal drunk.
What I want from you are suggestions on what to write about, what to observe on the plane, or maybe even ideas of pictures I can try to snap while en route. Kind of like a scavenger hunt that you direct. GO! Over and out Flysters.
- Writing Your Personal Bucket List (allstate.com)
- Ask LH: How Can I Assemble A Bucket List? (lifehacker.com.au)
- Make your Summer Bucket List (shutterfly.com)
[What the hell am I about to do? Why am I wearing these ridiculous boots?’]
The “fly” part of 25tofly is the figurative version of the word. This Saturday, I got a little practice with the literal form. Are you ready for it? I sprouted wings y’all. Not really, but I did go zip lining. Read the rest of this entry →
Today it is official. I have two plane tickets purchased in my name for half pint and I to make our journey to Boston, MA for our birthday’s (July 21 and July 25). I have to admit, I had a fifteen minute panicky pause after sealing the deal on the tickets. I do this any time I spend a lot of money on something, so I will chalk it up to that. Just for good measure, I Googled “I am going to Boston” to see what Google Images would spit out. It would be a test. The picture above is the first picture that the search results produced for me. I am going to go ahead and allow myself to get excited instead of nervous about this trip. Why? If Google Images possesses any fraction of cosmic forces or intuitive powers, I am taking this as a good sign.
Great. Now that we have that out of the way, all I have to do is plan everything else. I should probably ask off of work too.
- Google makes similar images part of image search (news.cnet.com)
- Things to Do in Boston, MA: Boston Recreation (fairmont.com)
Last night I received a text with this lovely rendition of the KCCO meme. This is my week’s motto appropriately, because I shall be toes in the water and feet in the sand come Saturday. I find myself getting a bit anxious, but a good anxious. Now comes the daunting task of trying to pack everything I will need into: a backpack, a
duffel bag purse, and a small suitcase. I was advised it would be best to avoid bag checking, thus these three bags will have to do. Of course, being the president of over-packers anonymous, I have a feeling that one of two things is going to occur:
1. I will procrastinate wrangling this chore until Thursday night after cleaning out a bottle of wine. This will result in tipsy me throwing a couple of random and undesirable clothing articles and accessories in to my limited totes and later bitching at myself when I attempt to put together a remotely decent outfit once I arrive. I will achieve a lightly packed status but somehow still end up with all the amenities I need… and a few that I don’t.
………………. or, Read the rest of this entry →