Anyway, we decided it might be good to take a trip down there to actually SEE what we'd be purchasing. I wanna scope out the neighborhoods, introduce my nervous system to the oppressive climate, and show the boys where we're going in order to ease the transition. (Though, packing Grandma in a suitcase seems like it would be the BEST way to ease this transition, omfg.)
SO! All this means that we're taking a trip to Texas in like two weeks! By airplane! With two children under four! BUT. GET. THIS. Husband is a Marine, as you may know, and his job is to sit up with the pilots on these planes that were built in like, 1954, and make sure things don't, I dunno, BLOW UP or something. So rather than pay for commercial air fare, we're hopping a ride with a military plane.
That's right, kids. We're gonna be stowaways! I mean, I guess it's not *technically* stowing away, but I'm more or less thinking of it that way to add to the adventure. Because riding on an ancient plane that requires ear protection, does not employ stewardesses, and contains no bathroom (for women, ahem) just didn't seem exciting enough. Oh, plus there's the unpadded jump seat issue. It IS a cargo plane, after all. I might just get us cozy on a pallet or in a tank or SOMETHING.
And have I mentioned that I haven't flown (commercial or otherwise) since 2005? And that, since then, I've had children, which has instilled me with an ever-present anxiety about death and destruction? And that I can feel my heart rate increasing just writing this post?
So my plan for the next week or so is to breathe deeply and pretend the whole thing isn't really happening! I also think I'm going to stay away from effing Google for a while, because OF COURSE this came up in the image search I conducted to add some visual elements to this here FAMILY STORY.
|Apparently this was an "exercise" or something, but how'd the plane get out in the desert anyway? PROBABLY BECAUSE IT CRASHED.|
::chews on horse tranquilizer::
Anyway, I'm trying my best not to project my, ohhh...SHEER TERROR about this trip onto my impressionable and perceptive boys. As of now, they are nothing but excited to ride on "daddy's airplane". I guess they don't *really* need a lesson on engine failure or spiral dives.
BONUS LINKAGE! (heh)
1. There's my latest at MamaPop, where I comment on the ever-annoying, and now ever-insensitive, Glibert Gottfried.
2. And I also want you to read my piece at MoxieBird because how does THIS GUY get a book deal and not ME?!
3. Moving along, some friends of mine have launched a new site called Sprocket Ink. It's heavy on interesting world news bits, and maybe some pop culture thrown in, too. You should check them out, if you're so obliged. (::googles obliged::) Actually, I'm not really sure how to use that word. Ahem.
4. And finally, the lovely Mommy Shorts has an awesome blog, if you didn't know already. She'd super funny, and has the most beautiful little girl EVAH. (I'm sure yours it cute, TOO.) Anyway, she has a series called Ask Dr. B. and I submitted a (serious) question about helping my boys cope with this move & it got answered today! If you ever have a question you want to ask a children's psychologist, she's your gal.