Why make the Air Marshall raise your child?

Okay...it takes a village to raise a child has it's merits. However I don't think it affords the parents the ability to just check out.

I was on a flight the other day and a Family unit of four was assigned to the row of seats behind me...( AC DF ).

Of course the adults sat side by side and the 2 child units were across the aisle behind me. Mom instantaneously asleep, either out of exhaustion or taking advantage of the fact someone else would be stuck with the kids. Male figure ( I am guessing Mom's boyfriend and not biological father) trying to ignore the kids but perhaps guilted into dealing with them...

Kids are playing with the trays up/down up/down... nail polish??? do I smell nail polish on a plane. A tiny compartment where the air is recycled. Isn't that rude and shouldn't it be prohibited?
"Have we left the state yet??" "Is that Madeline's house?" what was next "Are we there yet?"

OMG I think I want the Air Marshall to taze them.

NEW FAA regulations should be parents sit in front of their kids or in the seat adjacent to them.

Don't make me suffer for your poor foresight to use contraception.

Now maybe that would be something I would pay extra for - No kids flight like a No Candy aisle at the market.

I was willing to bribe them $5 each to not say a word for the whole flight....and if the did they would have to pay me. (should have had the hutzpah to actually do it).

Inspiration Persperation Desperation

Well I was pondering the reasons why people blog. Where do they find their inspiration? What spawns the creative process?

For me it is a reactive/creative process. I become privy to, participate in a conversation about a topic. The topic sparks something in my mind that I feel the need to voice an opinion about.

Sometimes it is a lot of work, sometimes the rebuttal flows like a great river. Of late there is nothing but a dry river bed.

I am uninspired by the government. Actually I am sickened by the fact it resembles a 1st grade elementary class...Liar Liar pants on fire....I am rubber and your glue..... I'm not listening I'm not listening... well you get the picture.

I never feel desperate to write.... sure I feel guilty that I haven't written, I somehow feel that I owe the four people that read me something and it better not be dribble.

Lately though, the creative well has been empty. I perhaps have not been involved in any great debate, or intellectually stimulated enough to be creative.

It is not rock bottom, but it feels like it.

I am in a rut. I had an interesting conversation that touched on "Urinal Mint Mentality" but I didn't have anywhere to go with that really.

One of my dear Friends writes a lot and with all due respect even her posts have not sparked the creative juices in me. I do adore her and enjoy her blog, I dare say I miss it when she doesn't post.

There was a very controversial blogger that was a riot to read... the blogs were edgy and controversial... they often got me started on something or another... but "alas poor Yurik, I knew him well"... /thanks W.S.

I could try some poetry... perhaps.
Haiku - not so much.... :-(

Need a spark, need something to ignite the passion in my mind. I long for the fire to blaze and my synapses to go into overload with thoughts.

Ah I miss the days where I could not type (side note I type like crap and as slow as Molasses in January) fast enough to keep up with the ideas that were racing in my mind. I would lose track of where my tangential thoughts were taking me.

So I dream that soon I shall return to the mental plane where lively conversations abound and blogable thoughts are aplenty.


"The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education." - Albert Einstein