When I was a kid I could just look at a car the wrong way and puke. And lots of times it would be on my brother, sister, every childhood friend I had and/or any of their personal belongings. We said goodbye to too many blankeys in those days.
Trying to find a clever name for my blog out of so many clichés that kept popping into my head (Rambling Woman, Life Cruising, Making Moves with Megan), I went to my usual spot: Thesaurus.com. I found myself looking at synonyms for “voyage” and saw the brief description was a journey, often by water. Per the opening paragraph, my relationship with transportation is tenuous at best, and sea travel requires heavy drugs that aren't sold in the U.S.
So I’ll mostly be having a conversation with you about land (and air) adventures.
...Although I did go on a boating trip once with Carnival Cruise Lines. We called it the Ship of Slop. On the first day we met a guy who only had one eyebrow since a buddy of his had shaved it off the night before. A girl on our trip hooked up with him all week. Sexy time on the high seas!
