So, let me get this straight…Charlie Sheen can make a “porn family”, Kelsey Grammer can end a 15 year marriage over the phone, Larry King can be on divorce #9, Britney Spears had a 55 hour marriage, Jesse James and Tiger Woods, while married, were having sex with EVERYONE. Yet, the idea of same-sex marriage is going to destroy the institution of marriage. Really?
(Re-post if you are proud to support equal rights)
I love to travel but don’t feel I get to enough. Between years of school, working numerous jobs, and high travel costs, my plan to travel the world has been on hiatus. With my new job (8 months and counting), the opportunity to travel more frequently is now an option. Working remotely for Clever Girls Collective allows to me to work from anywhere in the world, as long as I have internet access. My work is always at the tips of my fingers.
So my travel today takes me to the Big Island of Hawaii. My boyfriend and I flew Alaskan Air and while we were both excited to be headed to a tropical island, we had to first survive a six-hour flight with THE MOST ANNOYING WOMAN EVER sitting directly in front of my boyfriend. She was loud. She was pushing. And most of all, She was rude. Oh how I can’t stand thee; let me count the ways.
Strike 1: After the flight attendants’ announcement to “Please make sure all electronic devices are turned off,” a very loud phone began to ring and low and behold, She starts digging in her purse to retrieve it. The polite and FAA-approved response would be to turn it off. She, of course, takes the call and loudly chats while the rest of us look at each other in bewilderment and a woman to tells her to turn it off. The nearby passengers and I exchange glances and shake our heads. I think we all know we’re in for a very long flight.
I feel bad for my boyfriend sometimes. I really do. He’s a tall guy and airplanes are not the most accommodating to men his size. The legroom is nearly non-existent, the seats could be an inch or two taller in height, and the same could added to the seat cushion to the make the space a little more pleasant. A larger seat cushion equals a better floating device, right? #JustSayin. Deciding not to fly first class is a choice since we tend to side with our budget and stick to the back of the plane. This leads me to Her next strike.
Strike 2: “All seats must be upright and trays must be locked during takeoff.” Well lady, put your damn seat up! My poor boyfriend is getting squashed and the plane hasn’t even hit the air.
At this point, we realize we got shafted – double shafted, I suppose, since having this woman in front of us counts as Shaft Numero Uno. Everyone in our row is directly in front of the emergency exit, therefore we are in the seats that do not recline. #FAIL. My boyfriend now has the woman in his lap. #EPICFAIL.
Strike 3: Lunch is served aboard flight 893 and we have to listen to the woman yap, yap, yap and demand for food and drinks before her turn. She does this not once. Not twice. But three freakin’ times! Are you kidding me? I kid you not. The poor flight attendants are stressed because not all the food options on the menu are available and although they’ve repeated the current selection on the *speaker, people are still ordering *unavailable item. Well guess who is being pushy and impolite, and talking over other passengers who are kindly putting in their drink order?
Not one “please” or “thank you” ever came out of her mouth the entire trip. How does a woman like this get through life? Has she never been around people before? How do you end up like her? If you know, please fill me in cause I want to make sure my kids one day never behave with such disregard for others. I can’t stand people like her and I’m crossing my fingers (and toes) that she’s not on the flight back home!
UPDATE: Guess who was on the plane back to San Jose International? Thank GOD for our intuition – we predicted this would happen and were able to change our seats before boarding.
I am a firm believer in women’s reproductive rights and when I read that The House voted to bar Planned Parenthood from federal funding, I got mad. And offended. And a sad that women still have to fight for, what I believe, is a no-brainer.
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California apparently doesn’t love music festivals as much as Texas. But at least we love them more than pretty much everyone. FACT?
Well, not really. According to Music Festival Junkies (MFJ), people in Texas visit the MFJ website the most followed by California and New York. So I think the question “Which state loves music festivals the most?” is still up for debate.
And [not] speaking of the UK, here’s my song of the day that matched the mood of the cold, rainy and foggy day outside.
Totally random, but many years ago on my way to summer camp in the Sierras, I was attacked by a swarm of ladybugs.
I know what you’re thinking? Ladybugs don’t bite. They’re so sweet. I love ladybugs.They wouldn’t hurt a fly.
Yada yada yada. Well you know what I say? Ladybugs suck!
So here’s the back story: It was a hot June or July many years ago. My grandma, aunt, cousin Bridget and I were all profusely sweating in grandma’s old AC-busted station wagon. Bridget and I were getting dropped off for a week at summer camp, somewhere high in the Sierra Mountains of California.
We stopped on the side of the road in a shady turnout to stretch our legs and have lunch. We still had another hour or so of driving left and it was the hottest time of the day so even in the shade, we were barely cooling off.
After a few minutes outside, I started getting bit all over my body where the skin was accessible (I was wearing a tank top and shorts). The culprit? LADYBUGS! As I jumped up and started freaking out that I was going to be eaten alive by these damn things, Grandma said there was no way. She suggested mosquitoes were actually the ones to blame. But it wasn’t mosquitoes. There were ladybugs on me and they were biting. A lot.
Whatever year this was, there was nothing on the internet that suggested ladybugs bite, but over the years I continued to search. Occasionally, I would come across a forum where someone insisted they had been bitten by those little red and black-spotted bugs. I sympathized with these victims. For I too, were in their shoes with no one believing us.
Still to this day, I haven’t found it written in stone (or on a legitimate site) that ladybugs bite but I know it’s true. The more incidents I read about, the more I know I’m not alone.