Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I am thinking…that this is a cheap way to post
I am thankful for…my wife and child
From the kitchen…homemade applesauce
I am wearing…the stained baggy cargo pants
I am creating…apple sauce tarts
I am going…to bed soon
I am reading…2010 Old Farmers Almanac (still).
I am hoping…that I become normal soon
I am hearing…the rustlings of homework
Around the house…peace
One of my favorite things…pasta with cheese
A few plans…sell the old guitar and get new one
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
I am thinking…that it's almost bed time.
I am thankful for…life.
From the kitchen…ginger ale.
I am wearing…pj bottom + t-shirt.
I am creating…a dry crawl space.
I am going…to work tomorrow ~sigh~
I am reading…2010 Old Farmers Almanac (still).
I am hoping…that I don't smoke tomorrow.
I am hearing…piano boy
Around the house…too many lights on.
One of my favorite things…grilled cheese and soup.
A few plans…boys party weekend!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, September 18, 2009
I am thinking…how tired I am.
I am thankful for…the weekend.
From the kitchen…ham and cheese sam-itches.
I am wearing…cargo pants and a button down.
I am creating…tilt top tables.
I am going…to the high school football game.
I am reading…2010 Old Farmers Almanac.
I am hoping…that I don't smoke tomorrow.
I am hearing…the computer fan.
Around the house…deadly silent.
One of my favorite things…crisp fall days.
A few plans…football, KISS tickets, TV, yardwork.
A picture to share...flashlight exposure pix.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Yesterday, I made my first Solo Flight as Pilot in Command, and thought I would share the Experience.
It started out as a normal day, unaware that I was going to solo. Though I knew it was going to be soon. The weather was good and well above VFR minimums. I met with my Flight Instructor and was briefed. ‘We’ll just do a few Touch and Go’s Today, he said. At that point I became a little suspicious because Gene always gives a detailed preflight. Anyway, I began the preflight of the airplane and then called Karen to let her know I might solo today. But she was in a meeting, so I left a message.
We taxied off and did a few touch and go’s and then headed back to the west ramp. My instructor then told me to stop the plane. He asked for my log book and student pilot cert. I curiously handed them to him. As he endorsed them, he said ‘it’s your airplane’. I thought to myself, ok now what? He said nothing more, so I asked him. What am I supposed to do?
His reply was, exactly as we just did. I have a hand held if you need to contact me’. He then shook my hand and walked away. Reality had just set in!
I jumped back into the airplane, fastened my seat belt, cleared the area and started the engine. I turned on the nav/comm and got a quick terminal information briefing on ATIS and then contacted ground that I was ready to taxi for closed traffic with the option. They quickly cleared me to taxi to 20R. The nerves were building... As I was taxing, ground asked me if I wanted a Run-up. Although not necessary since we just flew the plane, I replied yes and headed to the run-up area for 20R. The run-up checked out. I contacted ground with run-up complete and they cleared me to hold short 20R and contact Tower. I tuned to tower and headed to 20R.
As I was holding short on 20R, I noticed there was a lot of traffic with a jet on final, one taking off and several in the pattern. So I just sat there and waited for the traffic to clear and for tower to clear me. The anticipation and anxiety was building. I started to sweat a little. But then over the radio I heard ‘N109PH cleared for right traffic 20R’. The moment has come! I taxied onto the runway and lined myself up with the centerline. My heart was beating fast, almost a distraction. I did a quick pre-takeoff check and then applied full power. All the training over the last several months had come to this. The plane accelerated down the runway quickly, more than I was used too, and I then realized it was because I was minus my 235 pound instructor. Just as quickly as that, I rotated the controls and was airborne. At that point as I was climbing, I looked over to my right – no Instructor. But all my nervousness and anxiety went away as I started to climb out. I quickly reached 500’ and began my crosswind turn. My airspeed was good and all seemed ok. I then made my downwind turn and reached pattern altitude shortly thereafter. I reduced the power and held pattern altitude to about midfield when tower came over the radio and cleared me to land 20R with the option.
As I was abeam the runway, I reduced power and added flaps. Opps, I forgot to do the pre-landing checklist! I thought of my instructor always nagging me like a nagging wife (no offense Karen) and it paid off. PRE-LANDING CHECKLIST!, I heard. I then turned base, reduced power and applied more flaps. Tower informed me a jet was on 5 mile final, so I rounded my turn to avoid encroaching on the parallel runway - don’t want to collide with a jet on final, would make for a bad scene... Here we go! I executed a perfect turn and began setting up for landing (an area I struggled with). But I felt I had worked hard to get it down and was confident I could execute a good landing. On final, I applied the remaining flaps and reduced power. I was drifting off course but quickly corrected. As I was about 100’ feet off the runway I reduced power to idle. My approach airspeed was good, (60-65 knots) and I was coordinated.
I made the go-no go-decision to land. The plane started to descend quickly and I started to level off just past the runway threshold. The runway came up fast. I was now in the flare and could feel the plane sinking. I started pulling back on the yoke. I heard the stall horn. And then just like that, she touched down as smoothly as can be. I had landed, and it was a good one! As I taxied back to the runway, I could see the flight school guys and gals waving their hands. It put a big grin on my face. I did it, my first solo!
The next two takeoffs and landings were good. The second landing had a little bounce but I recovered quickly. As I taxied back to parking, the flight school guys and gals were all there to greet me. It was a great moment! A sense of accomplishment at one point I wasn’t sure I would achieve. I then called Karen but again... she was in a meeting. So I left her another message and said “I just Soloed and I love you”.
Thanks for sharing my experience.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
I'm about ready to drop them altogether but will wait for next weekend.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
1. People selling a house.
2. People buying a house.
3. People playing cards.
4. People training their dog.
5. People changing the tile in their bathroom.
6. People changing the plants in their garden.
7. Wasted people getting arrested.
8. People cleaning out grease tanks at a factory.
9. People playing golf.
10. People getting yelled at because they cook badly.
11. People who need to change their wardrobe.
12. People who need to remove clutter from their house.
I am going to mop the kitchen floor tomorrow. The day after that I'm changing light bulbs and the batteries in the smoke detectors. If I have enough time that night, I will attempt to clean the oven as well. You are all invited to come over and watch.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Allegedly during the winter of 1968 I was a contended 4-year old thrilled with the prospect of having a baby sister in the new year.
When March 8th rolled around all the boys were forced to take refuge in a local bar while we waited for mom to deliver on her promise.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
She was OK until the wolverines started to attack.
Monday, February 23, 2009
6. Writing your name in the snow. No real explanation needed and probably dates as far back as the written word itself. (Some original manuscripts rumored to still exist in the Nepal region.) However the concept was a bit lost on my southern friends who grew up without snow.
5. Crossfire (aka Sword fight). 2 -player game usually limited to those 7 and younger who are forced to share the bathroom with male siblings. The object is to cross streams as if sword fighting. Quite a surprise to the guys who only had sisters. George Lucas has considered this for Darth vs. Luke but settled on light sabres instead.
4. Sink the cigarette butt. Mostly illegal thanks to the ban on public smoking however in the right bar you might get in a game or two. Really good for hand-eye coordination and improving your concentration. Alternate versions known to include flies, roaches, mosquitoes and moths. (More points are awarded if the moths is still flapping his wings.) The armed forces have been the leading proponents of this science since WWII.
3. Laser drill, saw or water-jet. This is where you use your streaming power to drill or saw through pieces of toilet paper left unflushed by the last user. A favorite among the engineering students studying fluid mechanics.
2. Sandblasting. Without being too graphic, the target in this game is usually some form of caked on residue which must be power-cleaned off the side wall. (Watch that over spray on the rim .) Another engineer's favorite and no doubt the impetus for some of our best power tools.
1. Timed Flush. The object here is to time the flush so that the sounds of all running water end at the same time. Great way to improve timing and coordination. Also useful for those with thin- walled bathrooms or unusually loud streams. (Most men however will discover that they are premature flushers.)
(any comments regarding golden showers, peeing in the shower, peeing in the pool or peeing in your pants to stay warm in the winter will be deleted)
Friday, February 20, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
The daffodils are not far behind.
Alledgedly, if the daffodils bloom before March 1st,
it's going to snow!
We'll see about that!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The American Tourist and Mexican Fisherman
An American tourist was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The tourist complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
The Mexican replied, "Only a little while."
The tourist then asked, "Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more fish?"
The Mexican said, "With this I have more than enough to support my family's needs."
The tourist then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life."
The tourist scoffed, " I can help you. You should spend more time fishing;and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat: With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor; eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You could leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles and eventually New York where you could run your ever-expanding enterprise."
The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?"
The tourist replied, "15 to 20 years."
"But what then?" asked the Mexican.
The tourist laughed and said, "That's the best part. When the time is right you would sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."
The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
First, a good friend of our family has just died. It's all so quite sad and tragic as she was young and had plenty yet to offer this world. I try to focus on the meaning of this whole situation but just end up numb. I doubt numb is one of the the typical stages of grief and maybe it comes under the category of denial but I don't think that is the case here. I'm fine with the short answers like "life's not always fair" and "God has his plan" but am still left with some sort of vagary about the whole situation. I feel bad for feeling this way but this is where I am.
Second, I had a decent conversation about racism with a 55 year-old black southerner today. He was sharing his perspective of segregated high-schools back in the day and I was talking about the Freedom Riders of 1961. I knew he couldn't answer my questions but I wanted him to know that I was starting to understand his pain. Ultimately I was questioning the absurdity of the human condition which causes people to beat the shit out of others just for the color of their skin. What is that? I could almost understand a major social mistake in core beliefs which could temporarily justify slavery. But after a war, some law changes and 100 years of thinking, you would think we knew right from wrong.
Third, I forgot.
Fourth, I also forgot.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
One guy claims his ring has always been too tight and in 20 years of marriage it hasn't been off his finger for more than 5 minutes. Another related that he nearly lost his ring two months after the wedding while he was on a "business" trip which involved alcohol and the ocean. A guy I used to work with complained that his ring trapped dirt and made his skin rot like athlete's foot. And yet another had his finger removed by a machine and claims it was his ring that saved his whole arm being taken into the crushing gears.
Fortunately for all us guys, the ring is already an official marriage symbol and you just can't add any symbolism on top of it. However, ask me what happened to the photo album from the wedding and you might have a story.
Monday, December 1, 2008
BEST TWO-HOUR LONG VERSION OF TWISTED SISTER'S "WE'RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT" PLAYED IN THE CAR ON PORTABLE KEYBOARD:
BEST COMBINATION OF TURKEY, PERUVIAN FOOD AND ALCOHOL:
BEST TOUR OF UPTOWN CHARLOTTE:
~Aunt Desnie/Uncle Manuel
BEST MOVE THEATRE EXPERIENCE:
BEST COMBINED USE OF PAPRIKA, SINUS MEDICATION AND CHAMPAGNE RESULTING IN HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER:
BEST COFFEE STAIN THAT APPEARS IN THE MOST FAMILY PICTURES:
BEST FOOTBALL GAME:
BEST PHOTOGRAPHY EXHIBIT:
BEST ONE-HOUR LONG VERSION OF TWISTED SISTER'S "WE'RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT" PLAYED ON THE PORCH AFTER THANKSGIVING DINNER ON PORTABLE KEYBOARD:
BEST DRINKS FOR HOMELESS PEOPLE:
~Starbucks Coffee in Charlotte
BEST DRESSED HOMELESS PERSON:
~Altanta, GA Man in Marist High School Swim Team Jacket
BEST SCRABBLE PLAYER:
BEST PERSON TO HAVE IN THE CAR WITH YOU:
BEST MULTI-COURSE BIRTHDAY MEAL:
BEST ONE AND A HALF-HOUR LONG VERSION OF TWISTED SISTER'S "WE'RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT" PLAYED ON GRANDMA'S PIANO:
BEST IMPERSONATION OF A CHRISTMAS ANGEL:
BEST EXAMPLE OF DETACHABLE SHOULDERS:
BEST EMERGECNY ROOM:
~Presbyterian Hospital, Matthews, NC
BEST CHOICE FOR CROWDED OUTLET SHOPPING IN THE RAIN:
BEST USE OF SOUTHERN WORDS BY CRACKER BARREL EMPLOYEE:
~"Do you want me to get yallz's check now?"
BEST REASONS TO COME HOME:
~To hear Pokey + Louis bark all night.