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Eight Weird Things that Have Happened to Me Flying

12/23/2014

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Oh the holidays: Family, Tradition, Fighting about Family and Traditions, Yuletide Joy and, of course, Travel.  There might be nothing more stressful than the pure logistics of bringing the holiday magic to life.  It made me reflect on some of my weirder traveling experiences. 
Eight Weird Things that Have Happened to Me Flying

1. OshKosh B'gosh Gate
I know security is important and I understand that I was a very intimidating looking four-year-old (see photo insert).  Even before 9/11, security seemed a bit perplexing.  Minding my own business, I strutted through the metal detector in the latest fall OshKosh B’gosh floral overalls when  threat level RED alarms went off.  I was quickly whisked away to a side room for a patdown while Bonnie D screamed, “My baby!” I was deemed not a threat to national security and returned to my family. I have not worn overalls since, which is really not much of a loss.

2. The Date
1st dates are normally disasters. First dates on a plane, that seems scarier than snakes on a plane.  Like Rihanna says, “We found love in a hopeless place,” well almost.  Here’s the meet cute. The guy next to me and I were both watching the movie. He would comment during interesting moments while we dined on a surprisingly edible steak salad. He voiced his frustration when they cut it off at a pivotal moment.  And at the end of the film he summed it up to me by saying, “it was pretty good.” Twenty minutes later, he interrupted my GoGo Wi-Fi 30,000 feet online shopping session by wanting to discuss the film. All I could think was,   “Dude, this isn't a date.”   Then I quickly went over the facts in my head. We shared a meal, saw a film and now we're discussing the finer points of the cinematic experience. Not only was it kind of a date, but it was my best one of 2013.  Sadly, I never got the guy's name, but we will always have Row 4 Seat C and D.

3. The Driscolls
In the one year traveling with Devin to Fordham, I learned some valuable lessons. I learned to travel with protein bars and never wear heals after one  "I swear if you’re wearing heels I'm leaving you in this terminal" airport dash.  Once this nice couple, who had that “we met at a Renaissance fair look” about them, boarded the plane with matching newlywed hats and sweatshirts.  Their bliss was contagious to everyone but Devin. The flight attendant congratulated them over the loud speaker and everyone clapped and Devin reached for the barf bag.  As we deboarded, the same flight attendant pulled us aside and said, “Don’t think I forgot about you two either, congratulations.”  Devin shocked and horrified about being mistaken as a newlywed with his sister, went silent. I, always looking for a compliment and any freebies that could accompany it, thanked her which shocked Devin more into yelling, “We’re from Tennessee, but we’re not that Southern.”

4. Bend Over
Traveling is great. Seeing new places.  Sharing new experiences.  Making Memories.  But let’s be honest, it can wreak havoc to your insides.  For that reason, I travel with all sorts of emergency supplies.  But I’m always good about not bringing liquids, so I was surprised when TSA pulled my bag.  When he yanked out the offending item, I hear Bonnie D gasp, “Oh My God.”  She abandons me in an uncontrollable fit of laughter because the TSA agent is holding up a new Fleet enema.  I tell him to get rid of it.  He asks, “Are you sure Ma’am, you could check it?”  In that moment, the only place I wanted to stick that enema was in the TSA agent or the deserting Bonnie D.  I did not check it.

5. Divorce Drive
One morning I woke up in the South of France and I went to bed in an airport hotel in Atlanta. To say my life had taken a dark turn was an understatement.  After delays in purgatory, otherwise known as JFK Airport, I was stuck in Atlanta for the night. I boarded the airport shuttle with one blissed out newlywed couple.  Then a yelling businessman forced himself onto the van.  He screamed into his phone, “I wasn’t with her. I didn’t even see her.”  This just got interesting.  Then one final bomb, “We aren’t getting divorced while I’m stuck in an airport shuttle.”   The honeymooners untangled themselves from each other and I was stuck in the middle of the Circle of Love.  We rode the rest of the way to the Comfort Inn in silence.

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6. Hi, Maddie. I’m Loni.
Flying out of LA, I often see the oversized sunglasses and pulled down hats signaling a celebrity.   A blonde, that after a quick Google search informed me she was 70s sitcom star, Loni Anderson, slid into the seat next to me.  Like I do with everyone, I told her I had  a dog with me.  She asked my name and Maddie’s.  She leaned down to Maddie’s bag and sweetly said, “Hi, Maddie. I’m Loni.” She then called her husband and listed all the people in our cabin.  “There’s Rick Fox and Eliza Dushku.  And  I’m sitting next to a  lovely redhead, Molly, and pretty blonde, Maddie.”  That kook won my heart and she made me promise to remember her for any mom parts I wrote.  I agreed and because she was so nice to Maddie, I didn’t even mention that maybe Grandma would be a better part. 

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7. Protection Down
Once I was sandwiched with Evander Holyfield in front of me and Diesel himself, Kevin Nash, in the row behind me. I thought, “Terrorist bring it.  We got this.”  Almost on cue, my two bodyguards guzzled down some red wine and sleep aides and both were knocked unconscious. I went from presidential level protection to having two passed out German shepherds. It did give me a good opportunity to check out Holyfield’s ear. I couldn’t find where Tyson made him a human snack pack.  He did have a matching Louis Vuitton Damier print carry-on to my Damier speedy bag.  Knockout taste Holyfield.

 8. Up Chuck Offended
Something’s are worse in your head than in reality.  I always thought puking on a plane would be bad, but it was actually worse.  After catching the stomach bug from hell somewhere from security to boarding, I spent most of a cross-country flight hurling in the bathroom.  When I asked the flight attendant for a ginger ale, she asked me if I could be pregnant.  It’s amazing how quickly one goes from nauseous to offended.  

If you are traveling this holiday season, I hope it is a peaceful journey.  Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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Six Ways I’m Worried I’m Not Cool Enough for Instagram

12/13/2014

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I was relatively late to Instagram, but I do like it.  There’s a thrill in seeing how many of those heart “likes” you can collect and seeing how celebrities really are “just like us.”   Sometimes, though, as I scroll through my feed, I’m struck with an overwhelming fear. “I might not be cool enough for this.”

1. The Mirror Selfie
It might be a sign of the apocalypse, but let’s all agree that the Selfie isn’t going anywhere.  Even your Nana can snap a face Selfie, disturbing but true.  The real art seems to be the casual mirror Selfie.  Extra points if you use mirror-like objects like hip storefront windows for your snap.  When trying to send my mom a particular “top outfit choice,” I have tried to snap one of these coveted mirror shots.  It does not work.  Instead, I end up with one of these three looks:  looking down five chins never eat again Selfie, phone blocking my whole face/chest Selfie, or the really spot on gorgeous Selfie of my ceiling.
2. The Black and White
My Mom’s words of wisdom have a way of haunting me.  One of Bonnie D’s pearls particularly ruins my Instagram potential: “Black and White photos are not for Redheads. We’re made for Color.”  Those lasting words prohibit me from ever being labeled artsy, thoughtful or deep because we all know nothing shows depth like a black and white photo.   
3. FoodPorn
I hate when my food comes out before my fellow dinner companion and I’m forced to be polite and not dig into my entrée like wild animal. Needless to say, I never think to snap a quick pic of my food before indulging.  Even worse, is if I had to think of a clever caption and hashtag.  That food would be colder than ice.  Let’s be honest. There’s nothing instant about being witty on social media.  I’m not even sure anyone’s actually eating these meals.   I propose a new hashtag.  #OwnItWednesday, where people take pictures of what they actually eat in a day.  I’m talking the scoops of peanut butter you suck down over the sink.  Instead of seeing Farmer Market Veggies, I want to see a nice zapped bag of microwaved mixed veggies. #OwnItWednesday.
4. Speaking of Hashtags
For some reason, all the hashtags on Instagram are like those Magic Eyes books from the 90s.   I see something different when I look at them.  #WCW:  Failed Wrestling Company.  #MCM:  I know it’s a “C” but I continually read this as MGM, so I flash to that roaring lion every time.   I initially think #SMH is a University somehow affiliated with Southern Methodist.  Then there’s the  #TBT and #FBF.  Why don’t we all just agree that the “Sunscreen Song” was right.  We all do look so much better in old pictures than we thought and just post them anytime we want.  You don’t have to create #MLM (Memory Lapse Monday ™ Molly Driscoll) if you want to relive your glory days when your youthful existence was the best filter of all.
5. Quotes
I love a good quote.  I used to keep a journal of them but I never think to “gram ‘em.” Mostly because I was falsely led to believe Instagram was for photos of people, which it is NOT.   The perfect Instagram quote is specific enough to allude to your mood, but vague enough to beg the question, “what ‘s going on with her?”  Also, you need to find a gorgeous sunset, ocean or sky shot to occupy said quote.   Now you’re officially Instagram Interesting.
6. FOMO
It’s Friday night.  My sweats are on.  I’ve released the ladies from the prison known as a wired bra and I’m in heaven.  Until I see a group shot of my friends, friends of friends, or celebrities who I subconsciously believe are my friends, having the time of their lives or so they claim. In reality, they probably are super jealous of my wireless bra and elastic waist pants, but cheers to being young and free.  Anyway, once I see those smiling faces through a flattering filter, my apartment morphs from a fortress of solitude to a shame suite.  Maybe this is when I should load a quote?  

Now I must go and load the picture of this blog to my Instagram account.  That might not help my cause, but hey #YOLO.  


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Five Stages of Grief that every Arrow Fan is Going Through

12/11/2014

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1.  SHOCK & DENIAL

WTF’s filled twitter. Meme’s were being created.  The rewind button was frantically abused and I got one distressed call from my older brother.  “Did they just kill their lead?” 
2.  PAIN & GUILT
Flashes of Stephen Amell’s Movember moustache enter your head. So he wasn’t filming?? Maybe it’s true or at least he’ll be missing for a while.  Arrow without The Arrow? Now, that like Ra’s sword to the gut.  Slowly, a thought creeps into your head.  Maybe it’s our fault?  Maybe Amell needed a break after all the Fan Conventions and Facebook training Videos. We just pushed him too hard. Too many Meme Mondays and Fanart Fridays, the guy just needed a break.  Yep, the Fangirl Guilt has set in.

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3.  ANGER & BARGAINING

Perhaps, this is when@arrowwriters, Marc Guggenheim, Andrew Kreisberg and Greg Berlanti might all want to take Twitter cover because 140 characters worth of hate is coming.  Don’t worry, it will slowly transition to kinder, yet, more strategic tweets.  “I promise to watch all the episodes live, if you let me know if Oliver Queen lives.”  “I will pay a Nielsen family to watch Arrow, if Oliver Queen isn’t really dead.”
4.  DEPRESSION, REFLECTION, LONELINESS
“I spent Five weeks in a hellish hiatus.”  That’s what we are about to embark on.  Some might say it’s the happiest time of the year, but instead there will be lots of Mint Chocolate chip ice cream consumed while watching that forehead kiss on repeat.   

5. Acceptance/ Upward Turn
Slowly after a good forty viewings of the episodes, unhealthy amounts of hours on Youtube watching Olicity videos set to “My Heart Will Go On,” and endless amount of Tumblr debates, you feel like you might make it through.  Mostly because of two beautiful word: Lazarus Pit.

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So bust out the Gloria Gaynor classic because we will survive even if it seems like this is our darkest timeline. Congrats Arrow crew on a fabulous Fall Finale!!
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10 moments when olicity broke the interent

12/3/2014

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Clearly I love Arrow and one of the big reasons is Olicity.  Move over Kim K because Olicity has already broken the internet plenty of times. 
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10. Right in the Love Fern
Felicity has made it quite clear that she will not be sitting down in a damp basement pining for Oliver, even if that basement has a salmon ladder.  When Oliver sees his Girl Wednesday lip locked with Superman, I mean Ray Palmer, he, like the rest of the Olicity fandom, loses his mind. We all held our breaths because his outburst almost had one causality: the love Fern.

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9. Can I Trust You?
When Felicty walks in, Oliver does this trance like windshield wiper wave, probably because he’s in the same Olicity trance that we are now all in.  She gives him the notebook and we’re one step closer to the Queen being in her rightful thrown: her chair in the lair. 

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8. Hi, I’m Oliver Queen
She babbled, he smirked and Olicity was born.  From that moment on, the childhood scars of red pen markings were erased because a red pen became the sweetest of writing instruments. 


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7. If you’re not Leaving, I’m not Leaving
The city is burning and earthquake machines are about to go off.  The smart move might be to catch an Uber out of Starling. Yet, we were all with Felicity when she pledged her loyalty to Oliver and Team Arrow.   This became the “I’ll never let go, Jack”  Titanic quote for the Olicity fandom.  And from that moment on, as long as Olicity is there, we’re not leaving. 

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6. Island Swing
Oliver: Tarzan.  Felicity: Jane. Audience: Dead. Whenever these two propel through the air, Tumblr and hearts explode.   Maybe it was the long hiatus or Stephen Amell’s blinding abs, but this particular swing left us as breathless as Felicity. 

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5.Do Whatever it Takes
Felicity has always been the good angel on Oliver’s shoulder.  They might as well pull a Full House Michelle Tanner gag and shrink her down and put her on his shoulder.  Then put Laurel, dressed in red, on the other screaming Kill! Kill!  So when Felicity channeled her inner Sopranos’ wife and told Oliver to get Thea back by any means necessary, we all agreed....that was HOT!

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4. What Happens in Russia Stays in Russia
I don’t care how many times my Mom claims that Doctor Zhivago is one of the most romantic movies of all time. Thanks to Isabel Rochev and her vodka pushing harlot ways, Russia will always be the place where romance goes to die.

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3. There was No Choice to Make
Here’s where these two mess with my psyche. I should not daydream of being kidnapped by a hopped up drug dealer.  But if Oliver Queen or Stephen Amell comes to my rescue and then softly grazes my arm to calm me, I got to say kind of worth it.   Also this was Olicity fans first real smoaking (yes Smoaking) gun that we were not looking through our shipper glasses and Oliver had joined us and was falling for Felicity.  Dude broke his vow and put, not one, but three arrows in The Count.  Endgame chants were mounting.  

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2. The Bait and Switch
The scene was set. An abandoned mansion, one crazed villain and our hot couple. And finally Oliver says those three little words, “I love you.” Hearts stopped. Victory videos were being prepped for YouTube and then it was revealed to be a ploy.  Remotes were thrown and Olicity fans were left in what can be described as the following, “I spent five months in a hellish hiatus.”


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1.  3.01
I can’t pick just one moment because this episode had it all.  From the debut of the Love Fern, to Felicity grabbing Oliver’s face, to Oliver’s babbling date request, to that said date literally blowing up and to that final hot kiss turned heartbreak in the Olicity cardiac arrest wing of the hospital.   This episode left all Olicity fans so emotional that whenever someone mentions “Italian for dinner?" we end up huddled in the fetal position singing, “Didn’t we almost have it all?”

Honorable Mention
This maybe wasn’t an Internet breaking moment, but great for the office chair industry.
Anyone With Boobs
There’s no Felicity I love more than Sassy Felicity, especially when she knocks frat boys for being indefensible against the power of a well-endowed chest.  She tops off the burn with a victory spin in her chair leading me to always want a sensible office chair in my proximity when insulting someone. 

And we are only midway through Season Three!  Catch up on all things Arrow and Olicity on the New 
CW Fan Talk Arrow Preshow Premiering TODAY 12/3 at 7pm ET/4pm PT. Powered by @smiletimeand @CW_network.
 cwtv.com/thecw/cwfantalk


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