Thank You For Kicking Me, Please Kick Me Again.

When you’re flying, there is no guarantee that you are going to have a good flight. You can be stuck sitting next to someone who smells or snores, or you can be plagued by motion sickness due to the abundance of turbulence. You can be delayed on the runway for two hours because there is no hot water to make coffee (yes, this did happen to me once). Or you can be the victim of sitting in front of children who cannot standstill.

While I am suffering from total motion sickness, I am also a victim of annoying children. As these two children probably below the age of five came onto the plane shouting, I was praying that they would not be sitting anywhere near me. However, with my stellar luck, the two rascals and their mother sat down in row 11, seats D, E, and F; right behind my mom, my brother, and me.

I knew that this was going to bad, so naturally I tweeted about it. I mean who doesn’t love sitting in front of kicking and screaming children? Raise your hand and don’t be shy!

 In the beginning, when Reed asked the mother to control her kids, she apologized. Unfortunately, her words meant absolutely nothing. I’m sure traveling alone with two young children can be a hassle for anyone, especially being the only disciplinarian. And I’m sure when Reed and I were little we weren’t the best travelers, but I’m 100% positive that our parents kept us in line, because I know neither one of them enjoys sitting in front of kicking and screaming children.

With a little more than an hour left in the flight, I had had enough. And my mom had had enough way before me. So I turned around and politely asked if the mother could make sure that her kids weren’t kicking us. Now this is where it got interesting.

This woman’s response to me was, “My kids aren’t doing anything. Next time fly first class” Not only was her response rude, but it was totally out of line.  I get that this situation probably isn’t ideal for you, but take responsibility for your children. Don’t turn around and be snide about it.

And when I announced to my dad what this lady said to me, people in other rows turned around and displayed shocked faces. Then when I turned around to see why there was pressure against my seat, it was the mother banging up against it. So while the mother crashes into my chair, unruly children kick my mom and brother.

 So, lady in row 11 seat D, you have managed to piss off an entire family. You already paid extra money to sit in Economy Plus, next time get the seats in the very first row. That way your children can kick a wall. Or better yet, next time, don’t fly at all. 

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2 A.M. And I’m Still Awake Writing This Blog

I’ll start by saying if you get the reference that the title of this post makes, pat yourself on the back. If not I’ll tell you anyway. It’s a play off of song lyrics. Just search on Google “2 a.m. and I’m still awake”. The title’s accurate though; at least it is here in Puerto Rico, and not in New Jersey.

After sleeping for maybe four hours on Friday, I was woken up at 4:40. It was time to get up, get dressed, and go to the airport. Let me just say, this was painful, but not as painful and bad as how I feel now.

Fast-forward five hours, and I somehow, miraculously managed to take a two-hour nap on the plane. But this didn’t stop me from taking another two-hour nap at the hotel.

So here I am, at almost 3 in the morning blogging, listening to my quiet playlist on my iPod trying to calm down and drown out the sounds of Reed’s snores.

I kind of feel like I am rambling on, but I guess that’s okay. After all, it is my blog!

I mentioned before not feeling well when you aren’t home sucks. This is especially true when you’re away. I’m awake now because of the generous dose of caffeine I got from my iced tea at lunch and coke at dinner, the two naps I took, and of I course don’t feel well. I mean when do I ever feel well?

In all seriousness, I spent the entire night in the hotel room doing math homework. You know something is wrong when I am doing math homework. Especially when I do it for two hours straight.

Not feeling well sucks. I’m pretty sure that I took almost all of the different types of meds that we brought on vacation, but it seems that it’s just me, the darkness, my laptop, and my stomach ache tonight. I feel like the medicine isn’t doing it’s job, but maybe I just feel that way because I am overtired, impatient, and nervous.

If you’re wondering why I am nervous, it’s because I looked up my symptoms. Never look up how you feel on Web Md. NEVER!! Don’t bother looking up possible illness on Wikipedia either. Because those will just make you even more paranoid, and that’s probably a factor why I am still up.

But I feel helpless. There is nothing that I can do. I can’t take any more medicine. I even called my mom in the room next door, and there’s nothing that can be done.

Don’t get me wrong, I am really happy to be on a vacation with my family. We normally only go away once a year all four of us, But right now, all I want is to be tucked under my two blankets on my bed. I want to be resting my head on my five pillows, and just be in my house.

If this were to happen to anyone, it would be me. So I guess I should expect this, and in a way, it doesn’t come as a surprise, but that still doesn’t mean that this doesn’t suck.

The song “Breathe (2 AM)” has the lyrics, “2 a.m. and I’m still awake writing a song. If I get it all down on paper it’s no longer inside of me threatening the life it belongs to”. So here I am. 2 a.m. (NJ time now) and I’m still awake writing this blog. If I get it all down on paper (aka this text box) its no longer inside of me threatening the life it belongs to (aka my sanity). So maybe this helped. Maybe I just needed to get everything out of my system. I needed to vent. And there is even a chance that my stomach doesn’t hurt as much. It’s now 3 am. So my allotted time slot to write this has come to an end. Landslide just came on. Not one of the 5 billion covers, but the Fleetwood Mac version. My eyes are now heavy, and I feel the sleep coming, and maybe, just maybe, my good friend Stevie Nicks will help me fall asleep.

Mourning A Tragic Loss

On November 29, I made the decision to follow a certain actor on Twitter. Twenty-four hours later, a single tweet was sent from that account that shook up Hollywood and the rest of America. Actor Paul Walker, star of The Fast and The Furious franchise, had passed away tragically and ironically in a car crash at the age of 40.

As soon as this happened, my Twitter feed was bombarded with tweets from celebrities expressing just how upset they were. And for some reason, I too found myself extremely upset about this. And yes, the official tribute video released by The Fast and The Furious cast and crew made me cry.

Walker led a life outside of the public eye. Besides being an actor, many don’t know that he was the father to his 15 year old daughter named Meadow, and he was as nice as a guy could get. After his death, stories of his generosity and kindness stormed the web. One time he was at a jewelry store in the presence of a war veteran who was about to be deployed again, and his fiancé. The fiancé picked out an engagement ring, but the vet said they didn’t have enough money for it. Needless to say, Walker told the jeweler to put the $10,000 engagement ring on his tab, and walked out of the store, leaving the happy couple in bliss. It is rare when someone is so willing to do something that big for others, and it just showed what type of person he is. In addition, at the time of his death, he was at a charity event for his foundation, Reach Out World Wide. ROWW as it is called, works to accelerate relief efforts after natural disasters. The event that he was at was to benefit the Philippines.

Now I know I am making this sound like I personally knew him, and I wish I did. He seemed like such an upstanding man that anyone would be lucky to be friends with. But this tragedy was completely unexpected, and quite frankly shocking.

I have found myself in a rut. A Paul Walker rut. So in the past few days, I have been watching movies that featured him. I know that this sounds weird, but once I find an actor or actress whose work I like, I marathon their films. And Paul Walker is no exception to this.

I first started with his most recent movie, Hours. Hours debuted at the SXSW film festival this past year, and is being released in theaters and on demand on December 13. Hours tells the story of Nolan Hayes, who becomes a widower after his wife gives birth to their daughter right before the destruction caused by Hurricane Katrina. Nolan’s premature daughter requires a respirator, but when the power fails, and the hospital evacuates, he is left alone with his baby, and has to manually charge the respirator’s battery, which will only hold a 3 minute charge. This story honestly was so touching. Not only did it show a father’s unrequited love for his daughter, but showed perseverance and strength in a time when it was not present. It’s a tragedy that Walker won’t be here to see the success of this film. I normally am not a fan of thrillers, but this was the best movie I have seen in a while. It’s worth checking it out.

I then followed Hours with the late 90s classic, She’s All That. Walker played the typical high school jerk, but that didn’t matter. He did a great job acting, and even though his character was an ass, you wanted to keep on seeing the scenes that he was in.

After this, I went to Pleasantville. This was a movie I watched last year in sociology, and as soon as the Pleasantville basketball captain Skip Martin appeared on screen last year, I knew I recognized that face. Compared to Walker’s role in She’s All That, Skip was the quintessential 1950s boy, who was polite and a gentleman. However, after being corrupted by Reese Witherspoon, the town of Pleasantville changed forever.

As I said before, it is truly a shame that we lost such a talented actor so early.

I’m not sure why I am so attached to this, and I don’t know if I’ll ever know. But this has taught me that life is fragile and sacred. We never know when it is going to be our time. We need to take a minute and separate ourselves from all the superficial nonsense in our lives, and  be appreciative of one another and ourselves. We need to be thankful for the people in our life, and everything that we have. We need to let our loved ones know that we love them, and cherish every moment we have with them, because in the blink of an eye, life can drastically change.

We lost an actor way too soon, and there is nothing that we can do to change that, but we can celebrate his life and all that he did.

Rest In Peace Paul Walker.

“When you put good will out there it’s amazing what can be accomplished” Paul Walker

via Santa Clarita Valley Signal

via Santa Clarita Valley Signal