Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Decline to Recline

{Pull up a chair, grab some cookies, and start soaking your tea bags, folks.  I’m on a soap box and I might be here for awhile…}

As I mentioned before, we spent some great time in Savannah last week.  As such, we also spent a little time on an airplane which led me to post the following status update on Facebook:

“Fact: I automatically think you’re a bad person if you recline your seat on an airplane.”

I wrote it half joking…but 100% serious.  The first thing that goes through my mind when the person in front of me reclines their seat is, “Are you serious??  You think I have extra room back here or something??” 

The reaction I received to my status was mixed—most applauded and agreed and helped argue my case—while others defended their stance {or just flat out said, “Sorry. I recline my seat.”}.  I really didn’t expect to receive so many comments.  But I did.  Which led me to really turn this issue over in my head.  I lay in bed for a solid hour because I took way too long a nap  reasoning why I am so damn annoyed by reclining airline seats.

But before I begin my foray into WHY YOU SHOULD NOT RECLINE YOUR SEAT ON AN AIRPLANE, I will preface my essay by saying this: I am actually a really nice person.  I am fairly laid back, patient, and like to think that it takes a lot to really rev my engine. I’m not confrontational. I’m not a complainer. And I don’t return my food at restaurants.  But I will think very bad thoughts about you if you’re sitting in front of me and lean your seat back into my knees.

Allow me to make a few points…provide some food for thought, have you, before you try to get all comfy on an airplane at someone else’s expense…

Keep in mind, the passenger behind you, a perfect stranger, has no relationship with you!  You have no credit with them.  They have no idea how many orphans you adopted last week.  How many churches you pastor.  How many tears you shed at that Sarah McLaughlin commercial.  With that one click of your little seat button, you’re automatically grouped with the puppy kickers.

Why?

Because with that one little button and one “little” recline, you are saying… “I know we’ve each been allotted a mere six inches of space, but I am going to take three of yours because my comfort is more important than yours.”  I struggle to think of any air travel misstep more offensive—it is blatantly selfish and inconsiderate of the person sitting behind you.

Consider the number of times the passenger behind you has said the following after you reclined your seat:

  • “It’s cool.  I didn’t want to actually be able to get anything out of my purse under the seat.  I wanted press my face against the seat tray while I hone my stereognosis skills trying to find my headphones.”
  • “No really, it’s not a problem.  I didn’t want to politely excuse myself to the restroom by stepping over my neighbor.  I wanted to make the entire row stand up and clear out because your seat is in the way.”
  • “Yes!  I’ve missed sitting in a highchair!  I love having my seat tray connected to my belly button!  It catches all of my food and I am a seriously messy eater. Thank you.”
  • “It’s cool.  I didn’t want to cross or un-cross my legs—I wanted to sit in perfect 90 degree posture for the next three hours.  I hear it’s awesome for your circulation.”

Are there exceptions to the rule?  Sure.  If you’re six months pregnant.  If you’re Shaquille O’Neal {*cough* exit row *cough*}. If your five year old just threw up and needs to sit in your lap.  If your baby is screaming and this is the only thing that will stop it. If you’re being transported to Hospice and your dying wish is to fly in a reclined coach seat on American Airlines.  Go for it.  I will try to be less annoyed by you.

{Though, I’m also inclined {not reclined- hahaha} to suggest you apply that same scenario to the person behind you—what if they’re 6’5? What if they have a baby? What if they’re also sick and have a big meeting and need to sleep?  Everyone’s uncomfortable and got a valid reason—you still want to take their space?}

But I digress…. Buy the person a drink!  Buy ‘em a snack pack.  Apologize. Pass them a note folded up into a pretty origami swan. Do something that says, “Hey, I acknowledge that I am making you more uncomfortable so that I can be more comfortable for a reason you had absolutely nothing to do with.  I’m sorry.”

I don’t know WHY seats are allowed to recline in the first place.  Perhaps they were constructed in a time where you actually had eight whole inches of space and there was room to spare.  Who knows.  Doesn’t matter.  No one has any room these days, so you shouldn’t take theirs.

At the end of the day, if you really need the space, upgrade your seat. Spring for the exit row. Business class.  First class.  Whatever.  But come on people—don’t act like you’re better than the person behind you.  We’re all in coach together—let’s all suffer through it.

“Don’t worry, there’s much more a sense of community in coach.” – Helen Harris the 3rd

{Respondez-vous or don’t.  Bring on your wrath! I will only judge you for admitting in public you recline your seat in coach.}

Now, back to our regularly scheduled program. Happy Tuesday! Smiley face.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

My little mouse...

We just got back from Savannah yesterday, where we went to spend time with my family, celebrate Father’s Day, and meet my newest niece Kathryn Grace.  It was fun, we hung out on the dock, we ate from the most elaborate hot dog bar you’ve ever seen.  But this was the real treat…

I started calling her mouse because she makes these adorable little squeaks when she sleeps.  I think it’s from her painful reflux, but it sounds really cute… {Equally cute is listening to my two year old niece baby talk to her little sister in a voice so high only dogs can hear it.}  I miss them already…

{And here's proof of that aforementioned hot dog bar! Serious Father's Day business...}

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Wednesday check-in…

My ten year reunion is this year—have I told you that?  I've been inundated lately with Facebook notifications with all of the big plans-- crazy!  I wish I could be all, “Oh, I feel so oooold” but honestly, this all feels like a solid twenty years ago.

 
{Seriously...this is the best graduation picture I could find! Apparently I didn't learn how to part my hair in high school...}

My new position with my job started last week, which means I’m out of the office two mornings a week doing home visits.  I like it for the change in scenery and freedom in my time and scheduling, but it will definitely be an adjustment going into someone’s homes and taking charge.  It’s much different than when I’m on my own turf.  The families have been great so far though!

Change of subject: in a 24 hour period, I received a text, an email, and a FB post from three different people, all sharing some bacon-related product with me.  Apparently I’ve made it clear on here that I love bacon!

Moving on...

So, I was in New York last week/weekend for a {life changing, revolutionary, brilliant} continuing ed class that required me to bring a very large doll.
Cut to me trying to figure out how to carry THIS through the streets of Manhattan. Lucky for me, I am prone to carry extremely large purses… {Airport security on Sunday was a whole ‘nother story!}

Most of my time in the city was spent in the class, but we did squeeze in enough time for some great food, shopping, and we went to see Once Musical.

Quick review: Amazing. Eleven Tony nominations. Irish musicians.  Fiddles, cellos, accordions. Foot stomping.  The music, the music, the music.

I wanted to see what all the fuss was about before the Tony Awards on Sunday, especially since I’ve seen Newsies one, or two, or three times {shhhh…}.  You can’t really compare the two because they’re such different styles of musicals—Once is less flashy and energetic, more serious and dramatic, but insanely good music.  It was easy to see why they raked up at the Tony’s {which was especially fun to watch since we’d just seen the show the night before} and Steve Kazee easily gave the best speech of the night…
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In other news, we’re heading to Savannah this weekend to meet this precious little one…
HI!
And just because it’s funny {Becky, I hope you don’t mind}, here are a few pictures of the new sisters.
How funny is Halley’s face in that first picture!  I laugh every time.

It will officially be our last planned trip until the end of August—isn’t that exciting?!?  We’ve put a self-imposed travel ban on ourselves for the month of July.  I can’t wait to put away our suitcases for awhile…  Thanks for checking in-- Happy Wednesday!

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Summer pillows...

I went a whopping nine months without making any of these-- these are long overdue. Hello stripes, hello summer!