Thank you for choosing Hell Air, we hope next time you're looking to be tortured at 20,000 feet...

[earthbelow]

Have landed safe and soundish in NY. Still taking requests for stuff (cheap stuff, tee shirts, keychains, tourist-y crap).

Also, I'm going to be in Salem, Mass (yes, home of the witch trials) so if anyone wants any cool witchy stuff also let me know. 'kay?

It's frelling hot in Andrew's apartment because he turns his air off when he's not home and it was 94 when I landed. But it's slowly getting tolerable. I'm hoping for room temperature by tomorrow morning.

The flight, however, SUCKED.

I sat on the other side of the aisle from this Hellspawn who wouldn't stay in his seat, screamed like a banshee the entire time and then puked all over the aisle as we landed. And mid-air, his mom sees fit to change his diaper right there in the damn seat.

My fallopian tubes? Just tied themselves into square knots. Seriously. I think my entire reproductive system shriveled and died.

I am now going to offer sacrifices to the Gods of Birth Control.

- Meg

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[daft-vaders.livejournal.com]

Kids - Planes, it just shouldnt happen

Make sure you get those prayers to the Gods of Birth Control the right way round, or you may be flying back with more than you planned on ;)

Seriously, have a great time over there

;)

[thousandpages.livejournal.com]

Or maybe, if it's necessary, a certain *section* of the plane for families and kids. You know, like seats NEAREST to the bathroom so that if kids get airsick or just need to go somewhere private to pitch their conniption fits, they can do so conveniently.

While the rest of us towards the front of the plane can SLEEP.

Make sure you get those prayers to the Gods of Birth Control the right way round, or you may be flying back with more than you planned on ;)

Oh definitely. I do a little dance and then chant right before taking my Yasmin.

- Meg

[mommie-geek.livejournal.com]

This just drives home the difference between good parenting and bad parenting. (Or good people and fuckwits, depending on how you want to look at it.)

Not to turn this into a debate, but I am always reminded of my days as a nursing mother. Yes, I breastfed my daughter. And I did it in public. And unless I told them no one ever knew I was doing it. I lost count of how many times people came up to me to admire the Princess and commented on her "sleeping." Why? Because I learned to be discreet and do it the right way (and yes there is a right way). Yet, I have a bipolar psychotic attention grubbing mother earth nipple nazi friend who could not nurse either one of her children without giving the entire town a ten minute peep show at her nipples.

This is the sort of woman who would allow her child to scream on the plane for the entire time and then giggle sheepishly (or cry for attention) when he puked in the aisle. Really, it's an entire sub-species of mothers who give the rest of us normal mothers a really bad name.

[thousandpages.livejournal.com]

This is the sort of woman who would allow her child to scream on the plane for the entire time and then giggle sheepishly (or cry for attention) when he puked in the aisle. Really, it's an entire sub-species of mothers who give the rest of us normal mothers a really bad name.

Exactly.

Precisely.

Amen.

a*MEN*.

- Meg