i feel like life has been a bit heavy this week... ya know, mom has breast cancer, back to the grind of post-vacation reality {which is killer, by the way} and other unbloggable things that have tortured my sleeping habits and may have caused me to curl into the fetal position once or twice.
so, i think we're all due for a light-hearted story from the archives of aubry adventures.
a couple years ago, my mom and i traveled to the far far away land of ukraine to pick my little brother up from his mission. we traveled all day. salt lake to san diego. san diego to atlanta. atlanta to amsterdam. amsterdam to kiev.
before heading from the capital to our first city, we stopped at the "city square" to meet a few university students my brother knew who were traveling back to their home town for the weekend. we gathered to take the same bus ride.
trevor stepped away from us for a sec to use a pay phone around the corner. although we had been sitting on the plane all day, we were tired... and sat down on the ledge of a basement stairwell to a high rise building. no big deal, right?
before i knew it, a CR-AZY ol' guy came rushing toward me... yelling... in russian... making hand gestures that looked like he was cradling a baby in his arms... and then yelling some more. i think at one point he touched me... ick. my mom and i were clueless. he had no concern for my mom. all of this commotion was directly right at me... just me... and i was totally helpless.
trev came around the corner right in the middle of the mess. he must have heard what the old guy was saying, as did everyone else in the capital city - he was Y-E-L-L-I-N-G after all - because trev immediately started yelling at me too, "get up, aubry! hurry... get up! you're losing your fertility!"
uh.... HUH?
apparently, me... a young, 25-year-old fertile woman... and that cold slab of concrete i parked it on was a deadly combination and that old guy was just looking out for my future baby maker.
thank you, kind sir.
so, later that year, my dad took me to mexico and we visited the island of fertility something or other and i got my fertility back.
so, i think we're all due for a light-hearted story from the archives of aubry adventures.
a couple years ago, my mom and i traveled to the far far away land of ukraine to pick my little brother up from his mission. we traveled all day. salt lake to san diego. san diego to atlanta. atlanta to amsterdam. amsterdam to kiev.
before heading from the capital to our first city, we stopped at the "city square" to meet a few university students my brother knew who were traveling back to their home town for the weekend. we gathered to take the same bus ride.
trevor stepped away from us for a sec to use a pay phone around the corner. although we had been sitting on the plane all day, we were tired... and sat down on the ledge of a basement stairwell to a high rise building. no big deal, right?
before i knew it, a CR-AZY ol' guy came rushing toward me... yelling... in russian... making hand gestures that looked like he was cradling a baby in his arms... and then yelling some more. i think at one point he touched me... ick. my mom and i were clueless. he had no concern for my mom. all of this commotion was directly right at me... just me... and i was totally helpless.
trev came around the corner right in the middle of the mess. he must have heard what the old guy was saying, as did everyone else in the capital city - he was Y-E-L-L-I-N-G after all - because trev immediately started yelling at me too, "get up, aubry! hurry... get up! you're losing your fertility!"
uh.... HUH?
apparently, me... a young, 25-year-old fertile woman... and that cold slab of concrete i parked it on was a deadly combination and that old guy was just looking out for my future baby maker.
thank you, kind sir.
so, later that year, my dad took me to mexico and we visited the island of fertility something or other and i got my fertility back.
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