Damn Jets...

For some reason...the Air Force likes to play with their million dollar toys in my backyard. We live in the middle of the woods along the Ohio River Valley, so I guess it's acceptable for them to zoom around over my house.

Now my little girl is not a very big noise person. She's terrified of loud noises. I guess for once I can accept a little bit of blame for that, since as I said we live in the middle of nowhere. We never listen to loud music, don't talk too loud, and really never got Alex used to noises early enough.

So the jets screaming through the Ohio Valley have always terrified her...and coincedentially since they like to do this around naptime...cost her a lot of sleep.

It's always been a little bad, but then we decided to attend the Detroit Hyrdoplane race. She was a little scared of the boats at first, but since she got to watch them splash water everywhere, she soon was ok with the noise.

Then they decided that it was time for the Air Force flyby. Oh joy...but wait, there's more. They decided that this time, they should fly by at mach 1, so everyone can experience the fun of feeling their chest cave in for a sonic boom.

Assholes!

They scared the living daylights out of her. She's traumatized now, perhaps forever, because they decided to take the multi-million dollar toys I bought them (I'm still waiting for my ride) and blow my daughter's eardrums out.

Now it's more than just a little whimper and a scared look when jets do their almost daily flyby...now it's a terrified run to Mommy or Daddy with tears and a ghost white panic face.

Thanks guys