Celebrities are used to living extravagant lifestyles that are far above the means of the typical person. The appeal of money is stronger than ever, from lavish homes to expensive cars. While driving a fancy automobile is one thing, owning a private plane is the ultimate status symbol for any high-profile star.These multi-million dollar flying machines are an investment that allows the world’s elite to travel easily from one location to another, not just a means of transportation. From the multi-talented power couple Beyoncé and Jay-Z to Warren Buffett of Berkshire Hathaway, these well-known figures are experts in the art of chic travel.Not only do the biggest names in the business buy these planes, but they also spend a lot of money furnishing the interiors to suit their every requirement, from full conference rooms to plasma TVs. Even while some celebrities choose to rent a plane rather than own one completely, they are still reaching heights that are beyond the reach of most of us.These are a few of the most well-known owners of private planes.
Celine Dion
Renowned for her taste in finery, Celine Dion takes advantage of opulent vacations that are appropriate for the recognized diva that she is. The gifted singer chooses to travel alone on her own Bombardier BD 700 Global Express rather than using a commercial flight to allow room for her entourage.Her attendants can make gourmet meals while she flies from one sold-out concert to another thanks to this luxurious aircraft’s many bathrooms and fully functional kitchen. The $42-million-dollar jet was also frequently used by Celine’s late husband and their kids for family getaways.In addition to her widespread celebrity, Celine Dion is a committed businesswoman who works virtually nonstop. She needs to rest and unwind, and having a private jet makes it easier to create a tranquil atmosphere that promotes good sleep, which is a luxury that is hard to come by when dealing with disruptions like wailing babies in the back seats of commercial aircraft.
Kylie Jenner
While most 23-year-olds work to build financial stability throughout their post-college transition, Kylie Jenner is in a class by herself. Invested an astounding $73 million carelessly on a Bombardier Global 7500. Her aircraft, known as “Kylie Air,” is a sumptuous example of luxury. Equipped with a pink lighting design and able to hold ten passengers.It has a flat-screen TV, a full-size double bed for afternoon naps, and a host of opulent features that match the high price. Jenner has an impressive net worth of $900 million, thus the investment is within her means.In addition to its opulent amenities, Kylie uses her jet to strategically promote her well-known Kylie Cosmetics line. The brand’s identity is reflected in every element of the aircraft, including the TVs and seats. incorporating the core of Kylie’s enterprise with ease. It serves as a great way to promote a company in addition to being a symbol of luxury. E, personifying all that is associated with the image of Kylie Jenner.
Lionel and Sofia Richie
The well-known performer and popular song writer Lionel Richie has experienced his share of exuberant moments. even though they’re now somewhat behind him. The father of Sofia Richie, who enjoys private travel just as much as her father, the Richie family enjoys taking luxurious Gulfstream flights. a preferred option for many A-list celebs.Lionel’s Gulfstream G550 serves the family’s varied travel requirements and is used for both work and pleasure. Sofia has had the honor of flying in multiple private planes, even if she hasn’t attained the same status as her father in terms of owning one. She most likely gained these experiences and exposure to an opulent lifestyle through her relationship with Scott Disick, whom she dated for a few years.
Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson
The rise of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson from impoverished origins to a wildly prosperous profession is the stuff of legends. After his football career ended, he had only $7 in his pocket when he started his successful career as a professional wrestler and landing leading parts in many successful blockbuster movies. accumulating a fortune that currently exceeds $240 million.The Johnson family enjoys traveling in their own $65 million Gulfstream G650. It may not have as much room as some other private jets, but it still meets all of The Rock’s needs for travel and business. The former WWE star takes advantage of the aircraft frequently. which has an elegant table ideal for conducting business and lots of seats.Interestingly, Dwayne has been spotted changing his daughter’s diaper on the aircraft’s leather seats. a display of his commitment to being a family man. This grounded approach demonstrates that he cherishes family time whether they are spent on land or in midair. utilizing his jet in a manner that honors his commitment and sense of duty.
Taylor Swift
Even though she was relatively new to the world of superstars, Taylor Swift made a big investment in 2011 when she bought a $40 million Dassault-Breguet Mystere Falcon 900. She not only purchased the airplane, but she also added her lucky number thirteen to make it uniquely hers.Swift uses her plane, which has 12 seats and lots of storage space, to traverse the world for her intense stadium shows. In order to make the journey feel cozy, Taylor makes sure there’s a ton of fresh food and flowers on board.Taylor is well-known for her generosity, especially toward her close group of friends, the “girl squad,” and it’s likely that she frequently lets her pals use her jet. Many anecdotes about the lives of some of the most well-known ladies in the world may be stored in the opulent leather seats of the aircraft. Should just they be able to communicate.
My MIL Demanded $600 for Walking & Feeding Our Dog While I Was in Labor – I Agreed, but Only on One Condition
When I came home from the hospital with my newborn, I noticed a note on the table and assumed it was a kind message from my mother-in-law. Instead, it said she was charging us $600 for taking care of our dog while I was in labor. My husband promised to talk to her, but I had a better idea.
A few days before I went into labor, I was sprawled out on the couch, trying to manage the dull ache in my lower back that kept growing sharper by the minute.
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My golden retriever, Rich, rested his head on my lap, his big brown eyes watching me like he knew something was up. I scratched behind his ears, grateful for his calm presence.
“Jake!” I called my husband, my voice strained as another wave of discomfort rolled through me.
Jake was in the kitchen, stacking turkey and cheese onto a sandwich, his eyebrows crunched.
“Yeah, babe?” he replied, not even looking up.
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I sighed. “We need to figure out what to do about Rich while we’re at the hospital. Can we ask your mom to help out?”
We had a scheduled induction the following day because my baby was a week overdue, and I was ready to be done with this mess.
Jake walked over, sandwich in hand, and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. “Don’t stress, Doris. Mom loves Rich. She’ll handle it.”
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That was my husband. He shrugged off almost anything with an easy solution. His optimism was one of the reasons I loved him, but I’m not going to lie, it was also one of the things that often grated on my nerves.
But that might just be a product of the hormones and my discomfort. “Alright,” I said, leaning back into the cushions. “Just make sure she knows it’s only for a couple of days.”
Later that night, Jake called Abigail, his mom, and explained the situation. She agreed without hesitation. He hung up, grinning. “She said she’s happy to help. Problem solved.”
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I guessed that would have to be good enough for me.
Jake and I packed our hospital bag that evening, and the next morning, we said goodbye to Rich. By the door, I knelt to scratch his fluffy head.
“Be a good boy for Grandma, okay?” He wagged his tail like he understood.
“Don’t worry about a thing,” Abigail waved me off with a smile. “I just wish I could be at the hospital.”
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That had been a slight issue. We had asked that our family not visit or accompany us to the hospital. My pregnancy had been rough enough, and I just needed my husband during labor.
If something went wrong, I didn’t want anyone else there either.
Abigail said she understood, but maybe she was still a bit salty about it.
“Mom, you know our wishes,” Jake intervened, smiling to take the sting out of his words.
“I know, I know,” she said. “You modern kids! Now, go have my grandchild.”
“Thank you, Abigail,” I said, and with that, we went out the door.
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***
I never got to be induced. My water broke just as we were entering the hospital… and honestly, we, women, need to talk about labor with each other and our daughters more often because this was hell.
I spent hours gripping the hospital bed rails like they were the only thing tethering me to reality. Between the contractions and the endless poking and prodding from nurses, I thought I might lose my mind.
Jake was by my side the whole time, holding my hand and trying his best to keep me calm, though he looked like he was one more contraction away from passing out himself.
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But all the pain and the exhaustion melted away the moment they placed my son in my arms. He was tiny, wrinkly, and absolutely perfect.
Jake and I cried like idiots. It was a marvel that we’d brought this little person into the world. For three days, the hospital was our bubble of joy.
When we were finally allowed to go home, I felt relieved. We carefully carried our child through the hospital doors toward the parking lot.
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Jake called Abigail to tell her we had been discharged, and she said she was going to give us a few days to get settled before meeting the baby. That was so kind of her!
As we pulled up to our driveway, I thought about settling on our couch and getting Rich to meet his new little brother. It was going to be perfect… yeah, no.
The first thing I noticed when we walked into the kitchen was a folded piece of paper on the table. My heart fluttered, thinking Abigail had left us a sweet “Welcome Home” note.
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I carefully shifted the baby in my arms and opened it, already imagining something like “Congratulations on your new bundle of joy!”
Instead, the note read:
“You owe me $600 for feeding and walking Rich. My time costs money. You have my bank details.”
For a moment, I just stared at it, sure I was reading it wrong. But nope. It was real. My mother-in-law was demanding money for watching our dog.
It’s not that I didn’t want to pay for services like that, but she was family AND she never mentioned charging us.
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“Jake,” I called, my voice sharp. He was in the living room, setting down the car seat. “You might want to come see this.”
He walked in, took one look at the note, and groaned. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious,” I said, waving the paper in his face. “Your mom’s demanding money for taking care of Rich while I was pushing your child out of my body.”
Jake ran a hand through his hair, already looking defeated. “I’ll talk to her,” he muttered.
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“No,” I snapped, stopping him in his tracks. “I’ll handle this.” My mind was already coming up with an idea, and it didn’t involve quietly paying up.
A week later, Abigail came over to see the baby. She strolled in with a big smile, kissed Jake’s cheek in greeting, and began cooing over my son like the most doting grandmother.
“Oh, he’s precious,” she said, cradling him in her arms. “He has Jake’s nose.”
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For a moment, I almost believed she was here just to see her grandson. But as she handed the baby back to me, she dropped the act.
“So,” she said, brushing her hands together. “When can I expect my money? I’ve waited long enough.”
I stared at her, holding my baby close. My smile didn’t waver. “Of course, Abigail. I’ll pay you—on one condition.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Condition? What condition?”
I walked over to the computer desk we kept in the area between the kitchen and the living room and pulled out a folder I’d prepared earlier. I’d spent the past few days going through every instance when Jake and I had done something for her.
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Every favor, every single dollar we ever spent on her (excluding gifts) was all there in black and white.
“Well,” I said, flipping it open, “since you’re charging us for your services, I figured it’s only fair we do the same.”
I laid the folder on the table and slid it toward her. Abigail leaned over, her face tight with suspicion. “What is this?” she asked.
“You can think of it as an itemized invoice,” I said, keeping my voice light. “You know, like professionals do.”
Her face went pale as she grabbed the paper and scanned what I’d written.
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“Let’s see,” I began, tapping the paper. “Helping you move houses last year? That’s $800. That’s cheaper than regular movers, so you can consider it a family discount. Then, there’s the time we paid for your car repair when your transmission failed. That was $1,200. And the free babysitting I did for your neighbor’s kids at your request? That’s around $600.”
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Abigail’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. “This is ridiculous!” she finally sputtered. “You can’t charge me for things family does for each other!”
I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. “Exactly,” I said, my tone sharp. “Family helps each other out without expecting payment. At least, that’s what I thought.”
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She tried to argue, but her words came out jumbled. “But… but this is different! I had to rearrange my schedule to take care of Rich!”
“And I had to rearrange my entire life to have your grandchild,” I shot back, shrugging. “So if you want to talk about fair compensation, I think we’re more than even.”
Abigail’s face turned beet red. She stood there for a moment, staring at me like she couldn’t believe what was happening. Then, without another word, she spun around and stormed out of the house, slamming the door so hard the baby started to fuss.
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Jake, who had been watching silently from the kitchen, walked over and shook his head, a small grin tugging at his lips. “No one should mess with my wife,” he said, wrapping me in his arms and kissing my cheek.
I couldn’t help but laugh as we pulled apart. “You got that right,” I replied teasingly, sinking onto the couch with the baby.
Rich trotted over, his tail wagging, and rested his head on my knee. I scratched his ears, looking down at the little bundle in my arms.
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At that moment, I felt at peace. Abigail might not have learned her lesson, but at least she wouldn’t be bothering us about that $600 again. And if she ever did, well… I still had the folder.
Let her try me.
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