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My name is Beth and I accidentally have found myself living in Arizona but I'm originally from Tennessee. My education is in history and anthropology, which means that I know a little about a lot of things and can hold my own at a cocktail party in mixed company. I work in museums, doing all sorts of things ranging from researching and writing exhibits to cataloguing absolute wickety wak. I love comedy, baking, photography, my daughter, dogs, and above all else, napping.*

* 2013 edit: Oh yeah, and my new son too.

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    Entries in travel (4)

    Thursday
    May312018

    souvenirs

    I have a habit that I've only just discovered. Okay, I know you're confused by that but what I'm saying is that I only just realized that I have been doing something for YEARS that I had no idea I did.

    I looked in my jewelry box this morning to put on my earrings and, as I scanned through my options, realized that most pairs have a very specific memory associated with them. That's because I apparently have a habit of getting most of my earrings during trips. This isn't a conscious thing that I've done, but it makes sense: they're easily packable, and for whatever reason, it seems easier to find cute, stylish, and unique jewelry when I'm somewhere else. (Probably because I never go to cutesy or slightly pricey stores or jewelry stores where I live).

    Several of them I bought at an adorable local artsy boutique in my brother's home town, and those are my favorites. I always have to stop there and get another pair when I'm visiting. There's a pair that I got visiting my BFF in Salt Lake City at the farmer's market. There's a pair that I got last time I was in Nashville. And so on. And then there's the many earrings others have given me from their travels. The pair that my BFF brought me back from Vietnam, a pair that I was gifted by a high school friend from India, another pair from the Virgin Islands. Every time I put on any of those pairs of earrings, I get warm & fuzzies that others have thoughtfully made me a part of their journeys and adventures. I don't travel a ton - not nearly as much as I wish I could - so all of these earring souvenirs are extra special to me.

    So now I'm realizing that since it's a thing that I do, for trips where I either didn't have time to explore, browse, and shop, or don't stumble upon any jewelry in my style or budget when I do make it out for a stroll, I'll head to Etsy and shop by location for a local artist. So that at least I can still get something small and simple to remind me of that place. 

    Tuesday
    Jan102012

    Flying With an Infant, Take 1

    Tomorrow is my first flight with baby, and my anxiety is basically at a fever pitch. If you were to read my list of worries, it would go something like this:

    What if she cries the whole time? What if everyone shoots daggers out their eyes at me for having a baby on board? What if my plane suddenly becomes a convertible? What if she thrashes around and refuses a bottle on takeoff and landing and her ears are killing her as a result? What if she has a poopy blowout on the passengers seated next to me? How do you change an infant on a plane? Is there a changing table in that tiny cramped lavatory? What if I sh*t myself because I'm so stressed out? Where do I change? And how do I do that with an infant?

    You get the idea. I deliberately chose a short flight to visit my friend Mari, so that I could get the experience of flying with baby over with. Well, and see my BFF! Which I am very excited about. But I've yet to find useful info online about how to pack, so I'm not exactly sure how I'll manage a carseat, the carseat carrier, the breast pump, the bottles (both those that are yet to be filled and those with milk in them already), a changing pad, diapers, wipes, toys, a blanket, spare clothes, mittens, her hat, my phone, my iPod, a pacifier, and my own coat & gloves, plus my checked bag all by myself, so I'm a little frazzled. Right about now I'm picturing that I get to the gate unscathed only to find that I've forgotten baby at security and I get called on the intercom. I'll let you know how it turns out!

    Tuesday
    Sep202011

    For Anyone Who Flies

    Much thanks to my kick-ass friend Sara (and, of course Laughing Squid) for sharing the Google Flight Search tool with me. You're welcome!

    Monday
    Mar242008

    Please to Explain, NYC Edition

    Can someone please enlighten me as to why NYC is so great? Maybe it’s awesome for people with money, but for me?

    It took me over 2 hours to go from JFK to my hotel in Manhattan by subway.

    It smells.

    It’s so, so dirty. I've seen piss, vomit, and all kinds of bullshit on the streets. Everywhere I go, all I can think of is of all the filthy nasty hands that have also touched the door handle I have to touch.

    For $250 a night, I expect a goddamn coffeemaker in my hotel room. Or at least free coffee in the lobby. Assholes. And a shower with hot water.

    It just cost me $9 to get a bottle of water & an iced coffee.

    The world does not revolve around you, NYC, as you clearly believe it does.

    $23 for lunch?! Seriously??

    I can't even breathe. There's so many people, there's no space to spread out, no space to carve out for your self. Like at cafes, bookstores, restaurants, it's just stools at counters or sharing a table with complete strangers.

    Must. Escape.