Hmmm. I wonder if Manchester has a bar.

I could be wrong, but from what I've heard, much of the problem of car- and sea-sickness has to do with the difference in motion between the immediate surroundings and the horizon, which would suggest that airsickness isn't going to be a direct connection.

I'm no good with the sentence making anymore.

Oh. I did get sea-sick on a 7th grade whale watch. I think it's because everyone else was doing it, though.

Boats are a whole other ball of wax.

I'm chalking this weekend up as wasted. We didn't get a single thing done around the house that needed done. Yard work--the snow took care of that. Staining the trim--the low temperature took care of that. I *could* have cleaned out the computer room in preparation for baby-proofing and thrown out some of the shit that is accumulating in the basement but I didn't.

If anyone sees my motivation, please tell it to get its ass back home.

Cashmere, I think your motivation and mine might have gone off to Aruba, although to be fair, they might be in hot persuit of my health, humor, and patience, which haven't been seen in some time.

Also? My baby turned 5 today. FIVE.

Remember when I first came to the Bronze, I had a little baby. That's him. FIVE.

Also? My baby turned 5 today. FIVE.

EGAD!!! Five??? Only six more months till world domination. Tell the boy wonder I said Happy Birthday.

I get all manner of motion sick. Elevators make me want to ralph. It's an inner ear thing in my family.

After trying every single possible preventative and discovering that NONE work for me, the one thing I've found that does provide a modicum of relief is sitting on the emergancy exit row. Being over the wings somehow cuts down on the vibratyness of things.

Of course, I have to sit on the aisle for the quick sprints to the head. Nothing makes a fellow passenger go over the edge faster than me urking in my seat.

I have literally cried to get the emergancy row. Attendants don't take me as emergancy!gal, me being all of 5 feet. Little do they know.

Anyway, that's my one bit of advice for anyone who struggles with the motion sickness beast.

I've had folks suggest that I try getting into the cabin of a small plane so that I can see the horizon. Yup. That's going to happen right about never.

I think your motivation and mine might have gone off to Aruba, although to be fair, they might be in hot persuit of my health, humor, and patience, which haven't been seen in some time

What say we fly down there and explain to them why they shouldn't vacation without us? I hope you're feeling better soon.

I'm lucky, no colds, lots of humor and still an ounce of patience left. I should celebrate by buying the stainless steel canisters I saw at Crate & Barrel this morning.

Lilty, I vote front-of-plane, too, if you have the option. If nothing else, it means you get off the plane earlier once you land; little makes me crazier than standing around waiting for everyone else to leave the plane.

Where's the Empress? Steve Irwin is going after wild camels on my tv right now. Apparently Australia has huge populations all throughout the interior.

Hee! I've seen that!! LOVE CAMELS!

So, down in Hollywood yesterday (last ditch effort at calming the cranky baby - she fell down and bumped her head Froday night). Tom Arnold came out and interviewed the Star Wars geeks. Funny as hell. Specially wgen he said, "Holy crap, there's a girl!"