He looked at me like I had lost my mind as I questioned him about whether or not low-fat ice cream was an acceptable dinner choice. Apparently it’s not… to my extreme disappointment. How on earth did I, the worlds biggest ice cream fanatic, end up sitting across the worlds most muscly man discussing a nutritional plan for the rest of my life? Let’s rewind a little bit! Continue reading “The Beginning of the Rest of My Life”
“Okay I’ve seriously lost my mind” I said out loud as I trudged through the employee parking lot looking for my car. Continue reading “Loosing My Mind In The Parking Lot”
G.R.I.T.S. stands for Girls Raised In The South and any true southern girl knows that the Holidays are good for three things… Monogrammed everything, fine china and your momma’s casserole dishes. AmIRight? Well today I’m here to help you out with that monogrammed everything bit. Continue reading “How To Be Southern During The Holidays”
“I just LOVEEEEEE you Christena… I meannnnn *swaying slightly*… I think we could really be best best best friends”. Somewhere between the dance floor and the bathroom I had gained a solid 5 best friends for life and believe me, we had pictures to prove it.
Never ever in my life did I see myself becoming a Flight Attendant. Yet here we are and I get paid to fly to Paris and wear a red dress and heels. Not too shabby 😉 While not for everyone, this is most definitely the most perfectly suited job for me that I could have EVER imagined. Continue reading “So You Want to be a Flight Attendant”
I surveyed my options… Buy the cold pasta salad or a yogurt for dinner. Hm… how did I get so lucky? 😉 Picking the pasta salad I trotted to my plane ready to conquer the 8 hour flight to Milan. Flight Attendants are provided meals of course but usually their heavily laden with sodium for flavor so I avoid them at all costs. Continue reading “A Lady in Milan”
I remember that day vividly. I called my friend and told her I had just called off my engagement. Between the sniffles and snot she told me she was coming over. I told her not to bother, I couldn’t stop crying long enough to hold a conversation, but she’s the type that doesn’t take no for an answer and within a few minutes she was holding me on the floor as I just sobbed. Continue reading “Diary of a Serial Dater”
A little bit over a year ago I packed one duffel bag, put a lamp and a few pictures in my car and drove to Michigan to move to Detroit. Oh believe me, Detroit was not the city I had envisioned starting out my grown up career in. I had envisioned a beautiful southern life in Atlanta or maybe a bustling high society life in NYC… but here we are.
The nose of the plane touched down as we landed in Paris. No sooner had that occurred than this tiny… tiny… little old lady bolted up, grabbed her ginormous suitcase from the overhead bin and started racing towards the plane door.
I unlatched my harness and bolted after her.
“Ma’am, ma’am!!!!” I shouted. Continue reading “The Do’s and Don’ts of Air Travel”
twirlingamongroses.com 