Who Needs Sleep???

Current sleep pattern:

12 or 1 am - 6 am, up for about 30-50 minutes, out of bed by 11 am

Necessary sleep pattern for teaching (coming this January):

9:30 pm - 5:30 am

I'm sensing some severe turbulence in my future mornings...

Ego Boost

Coming home from Belfast yesterday, we had a lot of kids. Lot o kids. Children children everywhere. And as it was after Christmas, most were foreign kids headed to the states for holiday and we all know foreign kids are, in general, better behaved than American brats.

When working in economy, you encounter the same passengers repeatedly during the service. There was this one mom, blond, sitting in between her two girls that were close in age, somewhere around 7. The little girl on the aisle was blond as well, big soft brown eyes with an air of endearing nonsensicalness around her; in an I'm just happy to be here kind of way. Her sister seated at the window was a bit more concerned about life, had big sloppy brown curls, and the cutest green glasses I've ever seen. Whenever I'm serving kids, I always address them individually with the pleases and thank yous. And as soon as I saw a fellow four eyes at the window, I made sure to compliment her on her specs. It's hard being a little kid in glasses; glasses still aren't cool and as a 27 year old professional, I still feel geeky and uncool in my glasses. Her eyes lit up, and a thank you spilled out of her mouth. And if those little green glasses came in my size, I'd rock 'em.

And for the record, that's Christmas in Ireland (as in the island, not exactly the country) three years in a row ;)

Passion Pit - Tonight, Tonight (Smashing Pumpkins Cover)

DGE

I've heard it too many times to ignore it; it's something that I'm supposed to be. Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection: the lovers, the dreamers, and me.

4/16/1928 - 12/15/2011

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Remembering...

My first trip back was to Dublin. As many of you know, Ireland holds a special place in my heart, and I was excited to finally go see the Garden of Remembrance. If it was good enough for the Queen, I figured it was a sight I should see as well. You can imagine my surprise when I googled the directions from the crew hotel, only to find out it was that dirty, sketchy, blocked off park I'd been walking right by for the past three years! Well, at least now I can say I've been.

I'd been talking about wanting to go to the garden with one of the other girls on the crew, and we decided to walk into town together. We walked past the Garden, down O'Connell, across the Liffey, around Trinity. We had decided to part ways at Grafton; my fellow stew was making a left down Nassau. And in that very moment, I turned to her and said, "I just got shit on by a bird," only to look down and find the evidence. Bird shit. Obvisously, she did not leave me in my time of need and so we addressed my situation in the BK Lounge. My coat and scarf are currently at the cleaners.

I'd also like to take this opportunity to say that this was NOT the first time I've been shit on by a bird. In Dublin. The other time I was walking around Temple Bar near the Hard Rock Cafe. Lots of Remembering on this trip...

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A View From the Top

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