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Surviving Away From Home

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Stress can literally kill us. (This is a bad thing.) I try to remain as stress-free as possible. Especially when I travel for work. When I travel for leisure, I usually don’t get stressed because I don’t have deadlines. Regardless what you’re traveling for, it’s important to stay healthy when doing so. Tony Schwartz, of The Energy Project, has outlined the six key ingredients to staying healthy while traveling. Here are a few, which I will definitely be practicing for my upcoming trip to Chicago for ACT’s Enrollment Planner’s Conference. Get enough sleep. Start your day with 20-30 minutes of exercise. Take a few calculated breaths between scheduled events. In addition to those, I am usually very conscious about what I eat. In fact, out of the last 100 meals I’ve had, I can honestly say only about three of them were fast food.1 [1] Lunchables do not count as fast food and I definitely had two last Saturday.

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Hot Garbage And Other Simple Things

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June 5 – I woke up Wednesday morning and while waiting on my ride I got some chores taken care of, listed below in order of least favorite to less-least favorite: – Scooped the cat poop – Bagged the cat poop – Threw the cat poop in the trash – Cleaned the toilet – Made my bed – Ate a banana Let’s face it. Eating healthy is sometimes a chore. Regardless, go time was rapidly approaching and my ride’s phone was off. Initial thoughts included a barrage of four-letter words. Not wanting to miss my flight, I waited thirty more seconds and: – Took the trash out Then, headed downstairs to my car, put the trash bag in the back seat, returned upstairs to grab my luggage and lock up, and finally went back down to my car to leave for the airport. I arrived at the extended-stay parking lot with the same white, cat-poop-filled trash bag in my back…

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Mug Shots

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Flashback to two-ten…What I did during my weekend in Denver. Heard the dreadful tale of six-dollar Mike – a guy invites my friend, Natalie (aka “Nate”), on a date and proceeds to ask for $6, because he doesn’t have enough cash. Weak. Met several interesting people, all friends of Nate and Char[lotte], and toasted to good times with all of them. Taught some unfortunate souls (on non-marking soles) how to do the “Bernie.” Ate some yumazing carrot soup, scallops, and had my first experience with bread pudding. (Actually, it’s not a bad dessert at all.) Drank St. Germain cocktails and mojitos – standard mojitos and some different flavors, except peach. I only smelled the peach. Had a good burger, lots of laughs, toured the Coors brewery in Golden, Colorado and drank (literally) ice-cold Coors Light, which actually doesn’t taste nearly as bad as bar-temp Coors Light. Coined a term for prude partners: “Missionary Mary,” took lots and lots of pictures…

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Holy Water

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For dinner the night prior, we ordered pizza – just the way I like it: easy on the tomato sauce. Among my observations from the slowly closing day, was Olivia’s fascination with overcoming the communication barrier between us. She’s a smart one and quickly figured out a silent workaround. Her method consisted of hand gestures, mainly pointing, at the subject(s) and then the noun. The verb was implied. For instance, if she wanted me to go with her to the pool, she would point at me, then at herself, and finally the pool, which literally meant: “You, me, pool,” but translated as: “You, come with me to the pool.” In addition to her sign language, she continually asked the closest bilingual family member the English word for several of the nouns on the opposite end of her outstretched finger. Flower, table, plant, chair and pool were now part of her her Ingl├ęs vocabulary. Even so, she still preferred pointing. After…

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The Morning After

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Slowly, I rose to my feet and let the blood flow south to my Nikes before stretching, grabbing my maletas and exiting the plane. I followed the yellow line for transit passengers to a second security gate, which I could have easily passed through un-detected, except for the armed Argentinian ordering me to do things in Spanish, which from TSA muscle memory led me to believe I needed to remove my shoes, belt, glasses and jacket, and prepare to be touched in my bathing-suit area. Thankfully, EZE security is AOK with foregoing touching me down there. Time to find my next flight. The televisions displaying departures indicated gate B; however, every other gate on the same screen was a number. Confused, I am. Also, quite parched. In as few words as possible (i.e. only one), I asked for water from the nearby vendor. Drank the entire bottle at once and went on the hunt for gate B. I tried to…

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Christmas Day in AUS

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Two-hours-twenty-one minutes until take-off. I ordered the tallest Miller Lite the airport bar was allowed to serve and took my seat among some interesting people. The mouth on the minor-league hockey player to my right is quite offensive. There is a divorcee who was a housewife for 20 years (now interested in pursuing a career in kinesiology) called me young and claims men can’t drive. I was flattered, then offended, so I returned fire. She laughed and we began a short-lived conversation…bad news for the older man to her right who seemed interested. Rhonda, the airport bartender, offered to share some homemade Chex Mix with me while I watched the Celtics play with Magic. I graciously accepted. Two hours and twelve minutes. The ex-housewife gave in to the circling vulture, (more like a balding eagle), and I started talking to a young man on his way back home to Tulsa. I scroll through recent texts and pick a few choice…

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