- While visiting The Holocaust Museum in DC, I realized that when I’m emotional about something, I place my hand (generally my left hand) over the middle of my chest.
- Speaking of hands over hearts, while watching a wreath ceremony at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Arlington National Cemetery I was dismayed by how many people did not remove their hats and place them over their hearts while Taps was being played on a bugle. So disrespectful.
- I’m headed into another big neck procedure today. The last time I did this it was a quick snowball into a very difficult time in my life (a break-up, a big move, etc.). I’m hoping that being in a better place in life mentally, and emotionally will work in my favor.
- I didn’t fall off the wagon entirely during my vacation, but I certainly didn’t eat great, was terrible about drinking water, and didn’t exercise. And it showed. But, after being back on track for a few days, all of that damage is gone. Just another reason why I love AdvoCare!
- Lately I’ve been really stretching myself outside of my comfort zone in so many ways. I’m glad I’m going this and glad for the lessons it’s teaching me. But it ain’t easy some times!
Posted by Annie Brokaw on April 17, 2014
During my trip to Virginia, I knew I wanted to get up to DC to take in a few sights. Logan was nice enough to oblige and drive up there with me and hang out for a few days to show me around.
There are a TON of things to see and do up there, but I knew we’d only have a few days and I didn’t want to make the whole thing a mad dash, so I chose a few things to see. The Holocaust Museum, The Vietnam Memorial, and Arlington National Cemetery. You know, all the happy stuff.
So we headed up one morning to DC to go to The Holocaust Museum. Now, the first chunk and last chunk of the main exhibit is, honestly, a tad boring. It’s all the politics and whatnot that lead to WWII and such. Not terribly enthralling, in my opinion. But the middle chunk will tear your heart out.
There comes a point where you have no choice but to walk through a cattle car used to transport Jews to concentration camps over the very track that car ran over. All original stuff. I got mid-way through that cattle car and teared up thinking about 100 people crammed inside headed to certain death. For the next 30 minutes, it only gets worse as you walk through a room of shoes taken from the concentration camp prisoners, and past photos of piles of their hair shorn off, and watch very graphic video footage taken by the allied forces after liberating several camps. Yeah. Intense stuff. And so, so, so important to witness. I did my best to watch all of the video footage as a way to pay homage, but it just got to be too much at a certain point.
Then we drove to Baltimore to stay the night near the Inner Harbor. Why Baltimore? Read this to find out. We walked around, ate some crab cakes overlooking the harbor, drank some beers, and just chatted for hours. It was awesome.
The next morning we drove back to DC and went straight to Arlington National Cemetery. The cherry trees were blossoming, the sky was blue, and there was a nice breeze.
Now, I was prepared for Arlington to be large, but not that large. The gravity of a military cemetery that huge is, well, huge. We were fortunate enough to get to see two wreath ceremonies bookended by Changing of the Guard ceremonies at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. It was so cool to watch these guys. The discipline is amazing. Logan was able to tell me quite a bit about what’s required of these soldiers, but a bit more research yielded this article, which really highlights just how difficult and painstaking their post is.
Next we walked over the Potomac to see the Lincoln Memorial, The Vietnam Memorial, The WWII Memorial, and the Korean Memorial. They’re all relatively close together, so we figured why not?
The most powerful of all of those memorials, for me, was the Vietnam Memorial. As you walk up, it seems almost bland, or boring, or nondescript. But once you get up close to it and realize how tall it is at its apex and how many names are etched in the granite, the weight of that hits you and takes your breath away. The other memorials are cool to see, but there’s something about the simplicity in form, and yet the huge impact of the names, that makes the Vietnam Memorial something special.
And then it was time to head home and relieve Nicki of a toddler constantly saying, “A Auntie Annie go? A daddy go?” (Meaning “where did Auntie Annie and daddy go?)
Posted by Annie Brokaw on April 16, 2014
I don’t really try to pull pranks on people all that often and I’m generally not all that great at it. Although, this long-standing scenario is pretty impressive, I think.
Anyway, as I was headed out of town to visit my brother, I decided to send a funny photo to a friend to try to cheer him up. He’d pulled this sucker on me a few months back, so I knew I couldn’t get this past him, but I knew it would at least get a chuckle.
And then I decided to send the photo to Logan to see if he would buy it.
So, here’s the photo:
That’s my tongue acting as my upper lip with my lower lip
all pooched out so I look like I had a bad round of lip injections.
And here’s the text exchange:
Me: So, I did a dumb thing and got lip injections. Just a heads up… (with photo attached)
Logan: April fools was on the first, Annie. Nice try.
Me: It’s not a joke. You’re so insensitive.
Logan: For reals?
Me: Yeah. I hope they go down at some point here soon. Such a bad, bad idea.
Logan: When did you do this?
Me: A few days ago. I knew I’d be a little swollen, but this is insane. I feel like a f-ing clown.
Logan: Whelps, I don’t know what to say.
Me: See you soon and you can kick my butt for being so dumb.
Logan: Will do…
As all of this is transpiring, I’m laughing hard enough to draw attention in the airport. I almost caved immediately, but decided to try to convince him just to see what I could get away with.
As he exits the car when he picks me up, he says, “You don’t look all that ba…oh! F*** you!” Gotcha!
Apparently this photo yielded hours of conversation for he and his wife Nicki. They questioned whether or not it was Photoshopped. They looked up pictures of fish with ridiculous mouths as a way to come up with a new nickname for me. Nicki mentioned the scenario to her mom and they all agreed this was VERY unlike me and that they were shocked! Logan contemplated driving by me at the airport and circling around to proclaim, “Sorry, I didn’t recognize you!”
All along Logan keeps saying to Nicki that while he’ll resort to his known nature at some point and unleash holy hell on me by making fun of me for my bad decision, he wants to exercise restraint at first in an effort to be sensitive and test out the waters because I seem to be really upset about the situation. Aw, sweet guy – up until the moment that he would, indeed, have been an epic brat had the situation been real. I know him too well.
Bottom line, I’m pretty proud of this one! As was he. Sucker.
Posted by Annie Brokaw on April 15, 2014
Whelp, back from vacation. Sigh. But there was so much to love about my time with my little brother and his family!
- Spending time with my nephew, who’s a sweet, talkative little dude. He just gets better and better!
- Finding out that my sister-in-law is pregnant again! And with a little girl to boot! We’re short girls in my family, so another niece is such great news.
- Getting some time to myself with Logan. We took a quick side trip up to DC and Baltimore and I thoroughly enjoyed his company, which was no surprise.
- Having some days to just sit around and hang out! I feel like I’ve been constantly on the move lately, so the down time was much needed and appreciated.
- Making some amazing and hilarious memories that will be the basis of many a fine story for years to come. (More on that in additional posts soon!)
Posted by Annie Brokaw on April 14, 2014
- I’m officially an old lady. I bought tennis shoes made by Dr. Scholls. They feel like I’m walking on clouds. How could I resist that?
- So, I’m heading out of town for a week to visit my little brother and his family, right? The weather is supposed to be crap. Honestly, I don’t give a hoot because sitting on my butt for a few days is exactly what I need right now. Not that it’ll happen, however. They have a two-year-old. Sitting isn’t in their vocabulary at that age. Unless Polar Express is on. I hear he’s obsessed with that movie. Guess we’ll be watching that a lot!
- Here’s a little secret insight to me – if you say you’re going to do something, I expect that you’re going to actually do that. Bizarre, right? Apparently there are people out there for whom this isn’t the case.
- I walk fast. Like faster than 90% of the people around me. Considering I’m fairly short, I’m guessing this looks kind of odd.
- I really don’t like the way black licorice tastes or smells. I think people who do like it are definitely in the minority.
Posted by Annie Brokaw on April 3, 2014