Posted by Mihal Levy
On the road once again, my husband, not me. It seems that I am always the one driving everyone else to the Flyaway, LAX and back, but never really going anywhere. I even help pack the suitcases that are not my own. Once again, I’m here…at home.
They say “home is where the heart is” and “home is where you hang your hat.” But no matter what they say; you never really appreciate your home until you come back from a vacation, probably needing another vacation. I need a vacation.
Of course my need for a vacation happens to fall around the time that everyone else is going on vacation as well. So, is that really a vacation? Going away to some tropical or weekend destination, just to find that everyone else had the same idea? It just defeats the whole notion of vacating for me. Getting away. Are you really getting away, if everyone else is coming with you?
So, I have decided that I am going on vacation. I don’t know where to or even when for that matter, but just the thought of it makes the mundane every day tasks seem a little bit less…well, mundane, because “Ha…I’m leaving soon.” No laundry for me, bill-paying, traffic jams (because there are never traffic jams on vacation, right?), angry holiday shoppers, deadlines, responsibilities and text messages. Just a place with sunshine, waves and a three course meal of pineapple, mangos and coconuts. I am not thinking of any place in particular just somewhere remote, away from it all with the smell of coconut oil in the air.
Mommy needs a time-out, that’s all…and a tan. I won’t be long…just a week or two or three, depending on how many pineapples I can tolerate. Dad is on the road (as professional guitarists usually are), and although it is not mangos, coconuts and sunshine for him, it is also not laundry, dishes and solitary confinement (maybe I exaggerate a bit) either.
I might even start packing my bags in anticipation. I am not sure quite yet what I will be taking with me, but definitely know what I will be leaving behind; bills, laundry, dishes, iPhone, Laptop and any other LoJack-like personal tracking devices.
From the looks of my iCal, my vacation probably will not happen any time in the near future (what else is new?), but I will still keep the thought of it in my mind. And if you or anyone you know needs help packing or a trip to the airport, I am not available. Perhaps I will be looking for a ride myself soon…one can only hope.
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Posted by Mihal Levy
Where can you find your exes, pervs. and estranged family members in one place? Facebook.
It is not all that bad, or is it? I don’t know how often I get a request from someone who is simply single and looking for someone to date. Ok, no problem, right? I just politely reject the person because I am married. But what about the times that these people try to “add me” as a friend with comments about the size of one of my body parts (two parts actually) (that you could not possibly guess from a profile picture) or where they would like to go on a date (not describing a date at Starbucks anyway). Now, even if I were single, I have to let these guys know…this strategy just does NOT work. Am I supposed to be impressed? Not really.
Then there are the six-degrees-of-separation-suggested-friends that usually include an ex or estranged family member. I am not saying there is anything wrong with “suggested friends” that you can simply choose to reject, nor is there anything wrong with befriending an ex on facebook, but what about the ones you just do not want to see and have long since forgotten until now…thank you facebook. Maybe there should be a “seek therapy” button, in place of “block” or a “block anyone in this category, ie. estranged relatives or pervs” button.
Facebook has been both a blessing and a curse. Reconnecting with people from my past and keeping up with family as well as old and new friends (the ones I care to keep up with), but when it brings up people that just remind us of what we choose to forget I just want to click “the end” on my facebooking.