airplanes

So, even though I’m a heathen and we’re almost flat broke and our parents said “No Christmas presents” and the Butcher doesn’t have a job and paw’s run off and I’m real sick and the baby’s gonna starve to death, a girl’s still got to buy some Christmas presents anyway.

I was talking with a group of moms a few days ago when the subject of boys playing with girls' toys came up.

This summer, I was a guest on the WRVU show Out the Other, and managed--between playing records at the wrong speed and selecting the wrong songs on my iPod--to spin the Death Cab for Cutie song "Pictu...

We are not flying this holiday season (so far).  For that I'm thankful this Thanksgiving.

I have traveled on airplanes enough with my two-year-old to be prepared for the normal joys of travel — sealing the diaper rash creme and child’s Tylenol in baggies so that these scary liquids and gels can be quickly identified, removing my girl’s size 7 velcro sneakers and placing them through the x-ray machine (along with her stroller) and then quickly reopening the stroller

Of all the gadgets I’ve ever owned, my iPhone has launched the most conversations with people I meet in airports and on airplanes.

So, John Lamb over at Hispanic Nashville Notbebook sent me an email with this question:

I was brainstorming earlier tonight on how I could make this whole internet thing really pay off. Then it hit me–sell airplanes. Airplanes are a high dollar item, yet something that everyone would like to have.

On Thursday, I added to my carbon footprint by taking a business trip. Arriving at my gate, I found that not only can you use that pocket in front of your seat on the airplane for a trash can, but seats at the gates make great trash cans for the lazy: