I was proud of this one, so I have to share

To Whom It May Concern,
My experience on Delta flight 446 from San Diego on November 19 was very
upsetting. As the aircraft was preparing for departure and we were
instructed to fasten our seatbelts, I reached under the cushion to find myseat belt and discovered that the belt was in fact covered with ordorous
puke. The passenger next to me flagged down a stewardess and the
stewardess was informed of the situation. She returned five minutes later
and hurriedly snatched my belongings, as I grabbed the hand of my 2 year
old daughter. The stewardess shoved my belongings that had been
underneath my seat into an overhead bin, including a plant that has been a
gift. Then she proceeded to lecture me that I needed to voice any
problems or concerns earlier in the takeoff process. Another stewardess
then came along to discuss how apparently all airlines are having a
problem cleaning planes due to short turn around times and also confirmed
that a young passenger on the previous flight had been sick. Neither
woman was sympathetic to the fact that I had come into contact with
another person's bodily fluids and have a decent chance of contracting
disease. Neither were apolgetic to the fact that the entire situation
arose because of Delta's incompetant cleaning service, while I innocently
and unluckily had been issued a very dirty seat. Another passenger did
have the fortune of being upgraded to the first class area, which begs the
questions of, "Why was I not compensated by a seat upgrade for being put
out considerably?" More importantly, I wanted to make Delta aware that
their flight cleaning services do not meet the minimum standard of removal
of potentially hazardous substances, which could be a liability and will
certainly convince passengers to find other airlines or methods of
transport.
Dr. B

Gopher-mill time?

So, watching "Super Size Me!" really brought home some ideas that had been laying dormant in my mind. Firstly, cities are good. Yeah, they can be smelly,dirty, loud, and busy but goddamnit, people WALK. And you can tell the difference, too, just by observing the people. Apparently the residents of NYC walk 4-5 miles daily, while the distance that most Americans with desk jobs walk can be measured easily in feet. The people of NYC *look* like they walk- they look trim and fit and GOOD. While, I get pretty grossed-out watching people in other places jiggle their asses around-I guess it's lucky that I don't even see most of them since they don't venture from their homes or work or cars.
Recently it's dawned on me how important sidewalks are. Connecticut lacks reliable sidewalks. You can be walking along just fine and then find yourself all sidewalk-less stuck on the side of a road, hoping that you're not sideswiped by a car. And it's even more fun if you're say, going all wild and trying to push a stroller or something. It's near impossible, and I'm sure not a fun time for the passenger, either. Anyways, how are you supposed to keep up your cardiovascular health and try to live longer, when likely the only way that you can give your legs a workout is by some gopher-machine that you pay >$100/month to ride? I think it's time for sidewalks, CT.

My Pre-New Year's Resolution

So a review of my past blogging reveals that apparently my blog is the dumping ground for any bit of unhappiness that my mind musters. I mean, it's pretty sad...anyone that reads this site must think that I am a miserable, self-confidence-free chick. The reality is really less extreme. So in an effort to promote that spin (and we all know that perception=reality) I am going to try and write only when my words are fueled by happy stuff; we'll see what that produces. Hopefully it won't be boring. ;)
I plan on being in a food coma for the next couple weeks, so maybe that'll make for some happy posts. Or maybe that'll make for no posts at all because I'll be supine and low on inspiration to move off the couch. (Which may lead readers to assume the worst about my happiness level.)
And to support this bit of positivity, I'm providing a link with a ray of hope, although it may be foolhardy to invest too much hope.....

An aside

And I just got back from a nice mid-afternoon walk intended to a.) jostle my brain into waking up and b.) take care of some not-worth-detailing errands. Amusingly enough, upon entering the YMCA building I was asked if I was going to be part of the Conga line...I apparently need to frequent there more often.

OK, and ya'll are about to have the fortune of ready access to some solid-blog-action (as opposed to this wanna-be, more like a diary of random thoughts-style blog.) It'll be interesting to see how long it will take before my boy tracks my link to him...(The interconnectedness of webs and the ability to track a person's web meanderings is astounding and scary at times...)

How to Deal

So I've already cried and that hasn't made me feel better. I certainly already tried the technique of overabundant swearing (pretty much all last night) and that also got me no where. So where to go from here? I'm really thinking about moving. Disowning all the fuckers that think that Bush is a good thing. How can I be associated with a country that I am completely embarrassed about it's leadership and foreign policy? Anyways, if anyone has a solid lead on how I can constructively deal with my anger at being given another four year sentence, then I'm all ears. Lay it on me.
And if you are a person that doesn't approve of Bush and didn't vote, then fuck you. Especially if you live in Ohio. You better have been trapped under a heavy rock for the entirety of November 2nd.

A testiment to how I feel

So the real indicator of how terribly I view the world right now becomes apparent when I look at my thighs. Right now to me they look so chunky, despite my 5'71/2 and 124 lb stature and the fact that I am dressed entirely in black today(a nice thinning color, although that had absolutely nothing to do with why I picked the outfit I chose). I just think the world sucks right now. I'm curious to know how long these dark feelings will last.

Trepidation about the Future

I feel like my world is slowly crumbling. The bricks that form the base of my stability are being removed. I guess it's good that I'm given a small forewarning before it happens...little hints here and there that things are not going to work out. Too bad it coincides with less daylight: it all conspires to lessen the probability of my emergence from bed in the morning. How will tomorrow add or detract from that? I'm anxious to know and really the polls just fuck with your mind and don't give useful clues to the outcome. My one consolation is that it'll be decided tomorrow; although the back of my mind tells me that likely, that's not true either. I'm old: I like blue cheese and care about politics. I miss the days of being annoyed at my parents for making us sit through the news and then watch MASH. I was the most clueless of little girls...my straight A's were marred by current events quizzes where I would even miss teacher gimmees like "Who ya gonna call?" I was so uncool. Should I be using past tense?