
So for all of you that may be keeping up with my blog, I apologize that I have been MIA for the past few months. Fall travel has been kicking my butt, but now that I am parked at the American Royal until Saturday, bring on the blogging!
I just returned from Massachusetts yesterday after working Equine Affaire in West Springfield, Massachusetts. It is a HUGE horse expo where people can pick up anything from riding gear to horse feed to adopting a horse! I have only been on a horse twice in my entire life, so having my co-worker Kristen nearby to help answer any horse related questions certainly helped. Enough about the horse world though. On to the real though in my head today.....
By the grace of God I haven't had to endure much airline travel this travel season due to a local territory (Kansas, Northwest Missouri and Nebraska. Thank you boss lady!) However the Southwest flight from Baltimore to Kansas City was a flight from hell thanks to the SPAWN OF THE DEVIL located in row 15, seat B.
I don't think I am the first to admit this, but when I see a parent with child under the age of 5 anywhere near my boarding gate, I cringe. I immediately begin praying that the parent has "accidentally" given that child a dose of Benadryl or something else that will force them to sleep on the plane. I know there are haters out there who say "you are not a parent...you don't know what it is like to travel with a small child." YES...you are correct, but I also know there are plenty of ways to keep a small child occupied. I have been babysitting since the age of 10 and know that it doesn't take much to keep a small child engaged and occupied. My sister and I flew all the time when were were little and our mom always packed a travel bag complete with fun things for us to do. (Granted this was back in the 80's so a coloring book was big time!) We ALWAYS looked forward to getting in the car or on the plane so we could open the bag and find out what was inside! Now a days there are PLENTY of things for kids to play with.... coloring books, story books, board games, Nintendo DS, DVD players with Dora or Bob the Builder, feeding them or resorting to a small dose of Benadryl will do the trick. I know your child means the world to you, but the rest of the occupants on the plane don't think your precious child is so wonderful when they are screaming "I WANT JUICE" 15 times on a 3 hour flight.
The spawn of the devil happened to be on board flight 1589 from Baltimore to Kansas City on November 15, 2010. He was seated 4 rows behind me and he made my life a living hell. He woke me up from a very peaceful nap with his constant screaming "I WANT JUICE" while his brother was screaming something about about wanting crackers. I was only 4 rows ahead of him, but I was ready to get a parachute and jump and or relocate myself to the lavatory for the duration of the flight for some peace and damn quiet! I can't imagine how miserable the people directly around this hell hole felt. At one point I considered dinging the flight attendant light and asking for ear plugs. Thankfully the little diablo shut his hole with about an hour to landing. Of course once we were deplaning the aircraft, I looked over and Satan was sleeping. OF COURSE. I did shoot the mom several dirty looks. I hope she got the message. However if you are reading this blog and know of a single mom traveling with two blonde haired boys on the Southwest flight 1589 from Baltimore to Kansas City....please feel free to forward this blog on to her.










