Oh The Places We Will Go!
Jul 27, 2010 All Things Charli, All Things X, Current Events, Family, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, P.O.E. Biz, This Thing Called Marriage., Wicked MOMMY Wisdoms, Wicked Wisdoms, awesomeness
I want to go. To places near and far and in between. I want to drive there. Fly there. Hike there. Float there on a boat there. I don’t care if I am in a tent or a hotel or a resort.
I just want to experience life from another cultures eyes.
Working in a place where I talk about vacations 8-10 hours a day makes me hungry to travel.
It isn’t like I am sheltered; I have seen a nice part of the world in my life. Traveling with the Navy allowed me the ability to see places I never ever would have thought to travel to.
I have been to Australia, Singapore, Dubai, Bahrain … Hong Kong …
But there are places that I absolutely must get to.
Sooner than later.
I started thinking about this when we were driving over the Pass, on our way to camping. We drove through the cutest city. I have lived here my entire life and have never been through the city of Leavenworth.
Driving through, I have decided, I must make it there. Repeatedly. It is a Bavarian town filled with things like brats and good beer and blackberry ice cream. It is quaint and (from what I hear) an experience. All of the signs (even the MacDonald’s) are painted to go with the Bavarian theme. I was completely trippen when we drove through. I wish we had time to stop.
(insert trip planning here)
I must go to Europe. For a month at least. I want to see Germany and Italy and Spain and England.
I must (thanks to PQ) go to Turkey.
I must spend at least 2 weeks in Bora Bora. In an over water bungalow.
I must take my kids to Disneyland. And on a Disney cruise.
I must take my kids (Xavier specifically) to Washington DC. He is super in to the Presidents.
I must spend at least a week in NYC so I can go to as many Broadway shows a girl can handle before living her life as if she herself was in a musical.
I must visit New Orleans. Once for Mardi Gras and Once not for Mardi Gras.
I must go to South America.
I must go to Honduras.
I must take D to Hawaii and the Caribbean.
I want to scuba dive. And snorkel. I want to hike up historical mountains. I want to dip in hot springs and stand behind waterfalls. I want to skydive and take pictures of my kids in front of monuments.
I think I will buy a world map and some fun thumbtacks so that we as a family can mark the places we have all been together. I will not scrapbook it, but I *will* have photo album upon photo album with our snapshots stuffed to the brim inside.
Our memories. My little family of 4 will travel together until it turns into a family of just us 2 back into a family of more than 4 when my kids have families of their own. We will create traditions and rituals. And we will look forward to our Christmas Eve’s and summer getaways.
As I have gotten older, I have grown less fond of material things to make me happy. (Don’t get me wrong, a sexy pair of stilettos get me riled the fuck up …) What I am finding makes me more happy more frequently is giving my kids the gift of experiencing life. I will continue to give them that as much as I possibly can because it is something that I did not get a great deal of as a kid.
I happen to think that, if possible … giving the gift of experiencing life … is one of the most important gifts that can ever be given to another individual.
What places will you go?
What places have you already been?
Best vacation ever?
Dream vacation?
Tags: Bora Bora, broadway, disneyland, europe, germany, hawaii, honduras, italy, mardi gras, new orleans, nyc, spain, vacation
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Sep 16, 2009 Current Events, Etc., Masturbate-able, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Random, Sex, bitch
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I honestly thought that my not being able to post every day was going to be this breath of fresh air. I miss my daily banter with you crazy bitches. (Yes I did call you alllllllllllllll bitches.) There is so much happening in Wickedland that I don’t even know where to begin. To be honest, I am so god damned brain dead from all of this new information I am taking in … that I really cannot think straight.
Like, I find myself completely zoned out when I get home. When I say zoned out … I am talking staring at nothing for periods of 5-10 minutes before I or D catches it. I cannot hold a sentence together, nor can I finish one. I am so focused on absorbing the info I need to kick ass at this new job, that my brain has gone into panic mode. I am pretty sure that it is going to start rebelling and go on strike.
I do it all for the nookie … so I know that in the end it will be more than worth all of it. Yaddidah?
Also, either my vibrator is possessed OR it is as moody as I am. Either way, I am almost scared of it. ALMOST. This means I need to buy a new one. One that does not fit inside D’s ear. One that does not sporadically just fucking turn off moments before I need it to be on MORE THAN EVER.
What is my deal with vibrating machines of pleasure? I break them. I mangle them. My vagina almost literally chews them up and spits them out. (Heh. Mental picture. ROFL)
I already know what one I am gonna get. It plugs into the wall for rechargability. No more dead batteries.
Me: (in a baseball referee voice) Hey AA’s … YOU ARE OUTTA HERE!
AA’s: HELL NO! WE WONT GO!
(I told you I was brain dead.)
Annnnnnnnnnyway…
I told you I would answer my own vacation related questions today.
My top 3 vacation locations:
1) Bora Bora. Over water private bungalows that have glass bottom floors that you can open and feed the fish that have private ladders to the ocean. (yes I am aware that it was a run on sentence)
Need I say more?
2) Europe. Specifically Spain, France, Italy & Greece. I want to roam like the B52’s freaking sing about.
3) NYC. With no budget. With no schedule. Just me and Central Park. Just me and Matt Lauer. Just me and bootleg purses from street vendors. Just me and Broadway. Just me and Harlem. Just me and Ms. Liberty. Just meeeeeeeeeeeeee and my I <3 NY Tshirt, foam fucking finger/Statue of Liberty hat, a cool cab driver, touristy locations and some true to NYC food.
Most importantly, just me and THIS guy.
There you have it. A story about my vibrator and where I want to travel. With that, I must pass the fuck out.
Uhm. Yeah.
What do you think is the sexiest feature on a man/woman/both? Why?
What food would you rather starve than eat?
Tags: baseball, Bora Bora, greece, italy, masturbate, matt lauer, nyc, rechargable battery, referee, spain, times square, vibrator
