We arrived back in Nova Scotia at midnight on Saturday/Sunday. It was a pretty painless trip back until we boarded the plane in Boston to get back into Canada. We taxied out to the runway and then stopped. The pilot came on and told us that there was a mechanical problem and we’d have to go back to the gate. It’s a 15 minute trek back. After sitting at the gate for another 30 minutes, we’re told that “it seems to have fixed itself” (UM, WHAT?! Mechanical issues don’t FIX THEMSELVES) so we’re heading back to the runway. We get there and they come on again and tell us that, sorry, the issue is back and we’re heading back to the gate. We went back to that runway THREE TIMES! We were served two cookies, one glass of water and a mint in nearly FOUR HOURS on the plane.
If it was just me travelling, I wouldn’t have cared (too much, anyway), but with an 8.5 month old, it’s an entirely different story. Plus, put in the mix that he’d only had two 30-minute naps the entire day (since 7:22am) when he’s used to sleeping at least four hours more than that, Clive and I were scared that we’d be one of Those Parents with the Crying Baby making everyone Miserable.
But instead, Ash was AMAZING and as long as we kept him occupied by peek-a-boo or singing or just looking out the window, he was happy. He finally fell asleep about 10 minutes before we left on a new aircraft back to Nova Scotia.
It’s good to be home.
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We came home to a house full of ants. The ants don’t seem to care too much about food, but they love Ash’s diapers. Gross. I asked some advice from people online for all natural ant remedies and searched online, but wasn’t sure how well any of them worked. I remembered seeing a recipe on BME for a great remedy and logged in this morning to find it. I went to my page and read through the forum of my last diary entry and what did I find? A message from the new owner of BME telling me that I was being melodramatic and that instead of lying about coming back occasionally until my account expired, I should have just owned up to the fact that I had a free acount (paraphrasing, of course). WHAT THE FUCK?!
First. My account has never been free. Even when I worked for BME I did not have a free account. Clive neither, and he worked for BME/Video. When Ash was born, Clive had to ask for coupons so that he could post some pictures on his page.
Second. Shortly after I wrote my final entry on BME I got a message from a BME bot (users will know it as the username “non-iam” saying that my account was suddenly made free. I had no idea why the change was made, it’s not like I’ve recently been ModBlogged or submitted an enormous amount of pictures or video or anything. I didn’t really care that my account was free because I didn’t plan on logging in more than once a month (and eventually stopping overall), so it didn’t make any difference to me.
Frankly, I have no idea why the change was made on my account. I never asked for it to be made. I don’t know why the new owner has publicly called me melodramatic and basically calls me a liar about my account. Before I left I double checked my expiration date and it said April 9, 2009. It wasn’t until AFTER I said goodbye that my account became free.
What I don’t understand is: WHY FUCKING BOTHER? Just leave me alone. I’m off the site, I’m away from your life, you’re away from mine, just fucking stop. Just STOP.
