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My post-myomectomy life
Last Monday was surgery day! The day started with a 4:30 wakeup call so we could be en route by 5. The Christ Hospital is about thirty minutes from home and there’s very little traffic at that time of day so it was an easy drive. The hospital was freakishly quiet and deserted at that hour but we made it back to the surgery center where right away they put me into my room to get ready. We were in the pre-op room for about two hours as expected, meeting a series of nurses and doctors, and my doctor came in to say hello before it was time to go,…
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The monster inside of me
Last summer while standing in a beer line at a festival on the Fourth of July, something happened that would change a lot of things in my life in a very weird way. An older gentleman I definitely did not know asked me if it bummed me out when my boyfriend got to drink and I couldn’t. Wait a second — what? This person I don’t know at all just pretty much just implied that I must be pregnant and couldn’t indulge in an adult beverage and … yeah, what? Did he skip that day in common courtesy class when you don’t assume a lady’s pregnant because she’s got a little (or a…
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I’m off like an aeroplane…
A long, long time ago, when dinosaurs roamed the earth and I was in the latter stages of high school or just out of it, I had a friend who was really into aviation and planespotting. At the time, I had never been on a plane before and didn’t know much about them, but he took me to the viewing area at CVG and instantly I was hooked. He took me to the Dayton Air Show one summer (I think this was 2004 or 2005), and I can’t remember a damn thing about the air show that year other than I went (and it was hot, and I got the…
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Cincinnati Dinner Train
At some point last fall, The Boyfriend and I were sitting at the end of the ramp from Wooster Pike/Columbia Parkway to Red Bank Road, directly facing a railroad track that has always seemed vacant. But this time — much to my glee! — was a train! With people on it! A train with people is unusual enough to get my attention and also pique my curiosity. Tell me more [about formerly popular forms of transportation we now find a novelty]! The train read Cincinnati Dinner Train, so an immediate (urgent) Google search led me to the Cincinnati Railway’s Cincinnati Dinner Train. It must have been the end of the season…
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Cincinnati Brewery Passport: I came, I drank, I conquered.
A few months back during a quick stop at Streetside Brewery in Columbia-Tusculum, I saw an advertisement in the bathroom for Craft Connection‘s new Cincinnati Brewery Passport (1st edition). When we prompted the bartender, she handed us two of these beautiful bad boys: Included in this first edition are eighteen craft breweries and two bourbon distilleries. Inside, there’s a small advertisement for each brewery, with the last two pages reserved for stamps (see below). Although a few notable Cincinnati-area breweries were left off this pass (ahem, MadTree), most of my other favorites were included, plus a whole bunch of new-to-me stops to make it extra fun to discover new places…
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Travel Log: Arizona
Wednesday, January 24 Day One in Arizona did not quite go as planned. Leaving Las Vegas was painless, checking in and getting through TSA was surprisingly quick, and everything seemed like it was going smoothly — that is, until we board the plane (as it goes) — and the pilots inform us that PHX is operating with one runway and incoming flights are delayed ~30 minutes to accommodate. The flight was only supposed to be about an hour. So we sat on the plane in Las Vegas for a while before finally taking off for PHX. But the fun didn’t stop there! After gathering our bags, taking the absurdly long…
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Travel Log: Viva Las Vegas
When the NHL decided to award Las Vegas an NHL franchise, I knew that was finally my excuse to make a visit out west and see the spectacle that is Sin City. I had never had any particular inclination to go to Las Vegas before (I’m not much of a partier or gambler), but when the NHL schedule makers blessed the Blue Jackets with a Vegas-Arizona swing in January, my sister and I quickly booked our flights. (Via Southwest Airlines, of course, because we’re both brand-loyal and cheap, and they finally fly out of Cincinnati! Oh, the joy of getting to fly out of your own airport and not driving two…
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Resolutions are for dorks.
I am never too proud to admit that a new year is a good time for a fresh start. A new journal, a new planner, and 365 brand new days to not fuck it all up. Of course, to the cynics out there, I recognize that I don’t have to wait until January 1st to start working on these things, but there’s something refreshing about it anyway. A few goals to start the year off: Don’t let school suck the life out of you. This might be hard, but I’m going to try. I’m only taking five credit hours this semester instead of seven, but my goal is to have…
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Summer 2017: let’s do ALL the things!
Oh… hey, remember me? …that one girl who used to update this blog occasionally. Yeah, about that… I forgot. Actually, I’ve just been so busy livin’ this summer that it slipped my mind. There is no shortage of things to do in Cincinnati, especially in the summer, and I’ve been enjoying endless weekends of craft brews, walking around as many zoos as possible, Sunday afternoons at the pool, and even airplanes! Alas, for this lady summer is winding down as I start the first semester of my accounting studies at Cincinnati State today. (Side note: holla at yo girl who got a scholarship to finish her accounting hours in order…
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Travel Log: Cleveland (May 2017)
Cleveland is one of those cities that kind of unfortunately (for them) gets a bad rap for a variety of reasons (the Browns, dirty river on fire, Drew Carey, etc.) and because I’m from Cincinnati, I must assert my in-state superiority complex by making fun of it relentlessly. To be fair, I had been there a few times in my life… but always for sports and the city itself was an afterthought. I’ve been to Jacobs Field a few times (when it was still called Jacobs Field), and to Quicken Loans Arena a handful of times for hockey games, but never really explored the city beyond that. The boyfriend had never been…
