lateniteriser:

In las Vegas airport waiting for 2nd flight. Exhausted from lack of sleep and annoyed from baby crying near me pretty much most of the last flight. F.Y.I. Don’t travel with a child younger than 2. It makes for an unpleasant time for you, your child, and everyone around you. Just my two cents

Wow, that’s… pretty ignorant. Do you really think people should suspend all air traveling for the first two years of their kid’s life? Some people need to travel, by plane, and they need to take their kids with them. Period. Even if it isn’t strictly necessary, why should they be grounded? They’re no more irritating than the lady doused in perfume, or the flabby guy taking up half of my seat space. I would argue that they’re less annoying, because they have very little control over their behavior. And regardless of what some people may think, it is a hundred times worse for the parent of that fussing child, and they are doing everything in their power to make it stop.

Am I overreacting? Maybe. Probably. But this is a sore spot for me. I don’t travel a lot, and I travel with my children even less. It’s the growing trend of discrimination against children that really bothers me. I am tired of children being treated like second class citizens. Crimes that would warrant jail time if committed against an adult are treated with a slap on the wrist, or even plain ignored when committed against a child. People speak to children in ways they would never even consider speaking to an adult.

Children are NOT adults-in-waiting, worthless until they reach that magical age of 18. They are full-fledged human beings, deserving of every right and protection and kindness and consideration therein.

chimp-shitbitch-kittenscrazy:

I keep having dreams that my dog is hurt or dying.  I am not sure why but it is really disturbing.

Last night’s dream takes the cake:

I was at work (because I might as well live here) and my assistant screamed at me that my dog was lying out front and looked hurt.  Now why he was out front I am not entirely sure but there you go.

Anyway, I ran outside and fell into a huge puddle of water (seriously like a foot deep and it wasn’t even raining).  I scared Peanut when I did this and he got up and ran.  I chased him and started to freak when he ran towards traffic.  The UPS man (who happened to be Robert Pattinson…I have never dreamed about this man in my life nor do I have a reason to so I don’t know…) stopped and grabbed Peanut for me.  He said, “You need to be more careful.  I would never forgive you if you let something happen to our dog”.

O…K…

So I give him the “OK psycho” look, grabbed my dog and ran to my car.  I took him to the vet and then realized that it wasn’t even Peanut.  I went back to the office and grabbed the right dog and took him to my parents farm/restaurant (which they do not have in real life…my mom runs a hospital and the closest she has ever been to a farm is by maybe catching a glimpse of a cow whilst driving).  I let him out of the car and he headed straight to the back yard and started to herd the goats with his 3 legs (I swear he had 4 when I put him in the car).

I then kindly reminded my mother that she needs to have a bathroom available for customers if she is going to run a restaurant out of her house.