Let’s Make A Deal!!! Bucket List: Game Show

The other day my older Brother was looking for someone to go with him to play on the Lets Make A Deal Show, which airs on CBS and is hosted by Wayne Brady. out in Los Angeles.  I jumped at the chance to go. I love Sunny California and have never been on a game show. I figured I could add this to my bucket list and then scratch it off lol, very much like an amended Bucket List Item. Don’t judge Me.
You have to dress up in a crazy costume and have a big personality to get pulled up on stage. They interview each contestant when they are outside standing in line to get a sense of who is out there and who to start watching to pull up and play the games with Wayne Brady. Now honestly, I’m more a reserved sarcastic person that can be outgoing, but I was in the land of Actors and Actresses that bubble high energy. I was no competition thus was not one of the “chosen few” to have a crack at winning some free Shit. When we were brought on to set, they sat us in a corner and kept reiterating that no seat is a bad seat. I believed it at first… Until this old craggedy wrinkle, faced geezer was sat next to us and kept on falling asleep. That is a bad seat!! For real for real a TERRIBLE seat, cameras cant pan on you because she is over there slobbering and knocked out. That means no camera time for us. Sad Face.

Either way we went in and laughed, danced, screamed and had a good ole time. Even though I didn’t end up winning a car or money, family time on set of Lets Make A Deal was an awesome experience.

Until next time Love You Always… Misty


First Day of my Promise

A couple days ago I promised my best friend that I would begin consistently blogging every day for 30 days… Well today is day 1… So what to write?

Well currently I am laying on a table with little electro pads on my quad sending shock waves through the muscle to stimulate contractions of the muscle. I feel like if there was a way to convey the saying ” Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn” into a physical feeling it would be this pain… Jolting volts forcing my flaccid quad to spasm. Disclaimer: I’m not some sadistic individual desiring leg execution for a good time, rather, This is physical therapy lol
4 Pads make the quads flex.
Backstory – I tore my meniscus and chose to have it repaired because I just felt that it was the best route. Not a fan of shots. I will say that in recovery it should be known that everything is at your bodies pace. I couldn’t walk for the first week. Second week way better with weight bearance and third week… Well I’m world running marathons … SIKE. I’m actually laying on a table doing physical shock therapy. But life could be worst..

First World Problems

Swollen Knee Caps

Swollen Knee Caps

Blowing in the Wind

Days such as today, remind me that escaping is a necessity. Vacations are a must! After a 16 hour day, the pressure for constant creative ingenuity leaves a craving to just SHUT DOWN, curl up into a ball and sleep. However, life isn’t like that! Not for me at least…. This leaves me lusting for an exotic adventure… A fling with a country that allows you let let go of your inhibitions and just be! No pressure to create, conform, maximize or any of the other synonyms that insinuate productivity for a Fortune 500 company. At this very moment all I want to do is sit still on a slice of gorgeous heaven on earth and let the universe whisper sweet nothing’s to me.. This is why I Flirt With Travel. Soothes my soul.

What do you do for a momentary relaxation?

Love, MistyPooh


Travel Quote of the Day

“Reminds me of my safari in Africa. Somebody forgot the corkscrew and for several days we had to live on nothing but food and water.”

-W. C. Fields

Here’s to hoping you never forget the corkscrew on your travels. Bottoms up!

Its Not Rafting Til…


At least that’s what the locals believe lol excited to be in a new country and being one with nature participating in Eco Tourism, we headed to raft on a beautifully humid and sunny morning. Like any first experience we had our reservations but our tour guide, Rocky, promised we had optimal weather and water conditions. Great water flow, beautiful weather PERFECT.

I was pumped, I took my Dramamine so my motion sickness was quelled. How do I know this you ask? Well its simple we drove 30 minutes through the twisty and winedy Arenal Volcano hills to reach the Balsa River  and arrived with out a problem within my body.

After basic instructions in which Rocky would be yelling out for the rowers , The Rowers being us , to follow he put the raft in the water and we headed out. It began simple… Just floating, then Rocky would bellow in his raspy Costa Rican accent Front. We began the row in sync forward. What I learned later is that it provided directional guidance for the raft not just to move us forward. The first pocket of bubbling water we hit was enthralling!!! You had to bear down and row through the rockiness while water sputtered and slapped you in the face. We continued and got comfortable with the momentum, my boyfriend who was my companion loves adventure! Obviously he was not feeling enough Adrenaline coursing through his veins, so for the group he asked if we could go faster? I Gave him the side eye o_O and thought we are still novices lol. Lets just enjoy this!!! But Rocky obliged and roared front hard! So front hard we rowed towards the “Crazy Hole” I really couldn’t give you all the details because they are blurry I just know one minute I was in the raft and the next lol I’m out flying down the river hitting every damn rock in the Balsa River. Now, as a safety briefing the instructions were given that if for any reason you fall out get on your back and float forward feet forward so if you do see a boulder you can bounce of it with your feet. Well gravity wasn’t having that, in fact I wasn’t floating. I was like a spearheaded rocket flying through the river towards what I considered imminent danger and serious injury!!!! Instead my body kept turning around so I would swiftly flow head first. It was a feat to keep my body up and not sink but it became easier after every time my legs started to sink  and hit every rock lining this death of a river. What I do remember  is that I was a floundering expletive speeding down the river lol cussing up a storm as I was assaulted and drowned by the water. I must have looked terrible because the guy was yelling life saving techniques as I kept going under lol I finally was able to grab the kayak that he was in for what seemed like support. But it was more like a bullet speeding through the rivers allowing my legs to get drug on the rocks. Finally the raft caught up to me and the pulled me in. I just sat there heaving, thinking im so over this lol

Once on break we ate some fruit that they picked up on the morning ride over, I have to say that was THE BEST pineapples that I have ever ate. Mouth watering, juicy, sweet. There was a wasp that kept trying to land on the pieces in my hand so I believe that he felt the same. Not wanting to be stung, I was doing creative twirls to take bites lol

After the break we got back in and continued. My Boyfriend, however, was very leery lolol he didn’t like being drug on the rocks and beat up by gravity. So he was calm lol we proceeded down with out incident and had a great time. Gorgeous site, Rocky went and found a Dart Frog ( Poisonous) and pointed out sloths, various birds. All in a great experience that I would do again!


The airport/water scam

So you are forced to throw out all liquids before security. Then at the gate, when you’ve been waiting for ages and you’re dying of thirst you wonder if it’s worth it to buy a bottle. I just paid $3.99 for a 500ml bottle of water. $3.99. These people are cleaning up and breaking my heart all at once.

The Visa Debacle

Visa, every where you want to be!! Ya Damn skippy lol but in this case it’s not about the credit card, its about this stupid Multi Entry Exit Visa for Qatar!!! The freakin bane of my existence. The last week and a half have been consumed of plans for my escape!!! I bragged and rubbed it in people’s faces that I would be in Qatar for a week just chilling. Doing absolutely nothing except listening to some boring briefs and then sitting by the pool lol there is no greater joy than to relax by the pool sipping on a refreshing beverage in my opinion. But nooooooooooooo the Qatar government didn’t want that. They decided to make me sit my over privileged American ass down in Afghanistan and continue to suffer lol

When I tell you I was on some Bill Collector harassment ish you better believe it. I was literally calling the Qatari Consulate top of the hour every hour leaving creepy voice mails begging Muhammad Hussein Ahkbar (fictitious name btw, I don’t really remember it I have been in a daze) to give me a visa. I think when I finally got through to him, he instantly recognized my voice and told me “no ma’am you cannot come to this country, or I’ll deport you myself!!! In fact I could get in trouble just by talking to you. Do you want to be blacklisted from this country ma’am??” slightly appalled but still desperate I replied DEPORTED!!! I’m American dammit lol He then promptly told me he could offer me no help and bid a good day. Needless to say I’m defeated. I called the US Embassy in DC, Kabul and Dubai plus checked with the Qatar consulate in DC and Qatar. Called the Air Force Base in Qatar far more times than I will admit and came up short, defeated, empty, just a loser lol

Due to the Al Udied AF Base being a non American base they came up with the new visa for Americans flying through the base. I personally feel it was all for money but hey who am I? But a defeated American who can’t enjoy her pool side time. Better luck next time I suppose… ::sigh:: Visa every where you want to be lmao!!!

Ciao my Flirts

Gaijin Smash: the art of duchebaggery

So a large part of me is a little ashamed to tell this story, but it’s such a truth of my life in Japan that I must share. Foreigners are referred to as gaijin in Japan. The phrase gaijin is short for the longer word gaikokujin, which means foreign country person.

Now, here’s where things get really interesting. Let me introduce the phrase Gaijin Smash. This phrase put nicely means when a foreigner breaks Japanese cultural conventions intentionally or mistakenly, and then ignores anyone who tries to give a reproach for this behavior by speaking bad or no Japanese.

Less politely as urban dictionary describes it, Gaijin Smash is the art of getting away with duchebaggery in Japan and being an ignorant and obnoxious foreigner by simply pulling a gaijin smash on their asses when the shit hits the fan.

This definition is definitely more raw, but really explains what goes down. So here’s the smash. After a day of leisurely drinking in the park, the sun goes down and our group decides to move indoors for some more drinks. The first restaurant is full, the second place we try is a standing only bar that’s heavy with smoke. So, myself and two other people decide to meander over to Outback Steakhouse. Mind you, this is Shibuya, one of the most crowded areas in Japan on the eve of a country wide vacation period.

We see the line of people waiting, but outside on the terrace is a perfect table with a great view of the bustling city below. With no hesitation, one guy that I’m with just begins walking around the line towards the table. That creeping sensation of “you’re breaking the rules,” creeps up my spine. But I follow. Rationally I think, what’s the worst that can happen? Irrationally I can sense the shame of being asked to leave as we bypassed any hostesses, and other waiting customers to sit at the most desirable seat in the restaurant.

We sit, myself ad the other American look at the British guy who lead us to the table with paranoia written all over our faces. He explains easily that long before the waitress was going to try to argue with us in English, they would just accommodate us. I didn’t believe it as the waitress approached. I could feel the looming walk of shame that waited in front of me. My jacket stayed on, I clutched my purse, waiting to feel that boot.

She walked up to our blank table, with no menus or place servings, everything we would have if we had been properly seated. She looks at us, a bit of suspicion in her face, and simply takes our drink orders. From there I sink back into my seat and enjoy what I honestly can’t believe I just got away with. The sheer confidence to pull that stunt is definitely something I aspire to. Granted at the same time, I feel a certain amount of pride that I’m respectable enough to not entertain just walking past a line of waiting people.

I will admit, that ill-begotten burger did taste just a little bit better.


Appliances getting the best of me!

I was sitting here chuckling at my debacle I had with the appliances in my sisters apartment in Japan. I almost singed my eyelashes off while fiddling with the stove. I have no idea why I would lean down to see of the gas and flame were catching, but I was mighty close when the spark initiated lol all I could do was stand back in amazement. I resembled something from the stone age trying to turn it on.

Another time was when I was trying to heat the water up. She gave me great instructions but there is a different button for everything lol and the panels were just way to confusing! I do look forward to going back and learning more. I have attached some photos