Poems, Prayers and Promises

So yesterday I made a rare trip into campus so that I could study and so that I could refresh my memory as to what it actually looked like. I rarely go into campus because all my classes are down at the airport. From the time I reached the edge of campus and began my trek into those long forgotten lands, I felt like a Canadian Goose on interstate 65. I had made it through the hoards of people on state street just to be confronted with a new enigma. That little diagonal road that goes from the Quad to the engineering mall and that used to have two lanes and a median had totally been rearranged in a very awkward looking, at least to me, way. It now only had one lane that didn't even connect to the main road and the rest of it had turned into some kind of massive sidewalk. I hesitated momentarily as I plotted my course through this labyrinth of concrete, and then plunged forward to avoid the questioning glances of passerbys that no doubt wondered if I had actually ever seen campus before. Nearing the end of that canyon formed by the buildings on either side, I saw the familiar expanse of well manicured grassy plateau's sitting atop the very predictably shaped brick boxes of the engineering mall. Thank God for engineers and their lack of frequent change. After a couple of circles around the logically repetitive metal and concrete structure of the engineering fountain, I settled down on one of the concrete ledges that marked where the familiar warmth of the grass ended and the cold, lifeless concrete began. I slowly leaned back onto the concrete corner piece that resembled an upsidedown pineapple on steroids and began my intended mission of study.
Alright so now that I have that out of my system, I'll actually tell you the story I was going to post about. Remember how I had posted about feeling old? If not then you should read my blog more often. But anyway, all the changes in campus didn't help that. Then to top it off, when I was sitting there studying, a dad and his son, looking just about as lost as me, came up to me to ask for directions. Now, if they were looking for the worst person on campus to ask for directions, they found me. The dad walk up to me and asked where the buildings for management and liberal arts were while his son did his best to fool me into thinking that he wasn't related to that old man in any way, even though he had just walked up with him. He was paying no attention to my answer to the questions but rather intently studied the little tree about 5 feet from us enough to make me wonder if his dad shouldn't have been asking about the forestry building instead. Not being the ultimate source for information on management and liberal arts, I mumbled something about a heavy lawn, oh that's right Heavilon Hall and Krannert, don't ask me to spell it, and then suggested that he confirm my information with the next person he sees. And then I went home. The End!

Alright, so I guess this is only funny to aviation people but please give it a polite laugh after reading.

A student pilot was on a cross country solo flight to Santa Barbara. Eager to fly "heavy metal" he contacts approach at 5,500 feet for flight following...

N12345: ...approach, Cessna 12345 checking in at flight level 550.

Approach (after a long pause): Roger, Cessna 12345 ... you can contact NASA at 368.2 for further advisories!

(FL 550 is 55,000 feet, most aircraft can't even make it that high let alone a little Cessna)

I'm starting to get to that point in the semester where I just want to be done. It's so close to that final stretch from thanksgiving on. Actually I think my "just wanting to be done" attitude is kind of been there since the start of this year. I can't wait to get out of school, get a job, and get on with life. Not because I think it will be easier (because I don't), but it will be hard in a different way. You know you must be an upperclassmen when:
You start using alternative modes of transportation (bikes, busses, walking) again even though you have a vehicle available.
You've never even been in some of the dining halls that have been open for a couple years now.
Freshman make you feel old.
You don't feel the need to go anywhere friday night, other than to bed.
You'll do anything but homework even though you have more than you ever had before.
The dorm room you stayed in freshman doesn't even exist anymore.
You know longer look at your plan of study with a sense of "wow, I have alot to do" but rather are shocked by how little is left.
You haven't made at least one fountain run or played mud volley ball this semester.
So anyway.
I realized the other day that I've been in college for about 4 years now if you count the classes I took at IUPUI. No wonder I'm ready to be done. I guess my flight student isn't going to be able to fly him cross county this weekend AGAIN! Chalk up the 103rd attempt. Well not quite but close. I kind of figured when I almost was blown off my motorcycle on the way done to the airport that we probably weren't going to fly. I kind of want him to get done cause once he's finished I'll have a good chunk of extra time during the week. Well, I guess I better go try and do homework. It won't work on a nice day like this though!

And remember folks, ....um..... hmm .... I forgot what you should remember. Guess it wasn't important. Or I'm getting old. At 19.

I had to post this as a visual aid for those (Kara) that couldn't understand my shock at the sight of the woman on the side of the road who had a lot of character, and really massive muscles. Just read the comments to that post and you'll understand. 

In an attempt to bait me into another 24 months of bondage to the cell phone giants, Cingular sent me a new video flip phone in exchange for my autograph. Well I took the bait like a blue eyed bass in june and it just came in the mail today. All my homework time has been spent walking around the house taking poor quality digital pictures of everything from the mess in the kitchen to the mess in my bed room. Hmm...kind of sounds like a common theme there. So anyway, all of you out there should call my cell (same #) just because, when else do you just get to randomly call me? (random freaky people shouldn't call though. you know, those people that are like "um...uuhh..you don't know me..but..uuuhh...but I just kind of like found your blog on my floor....but uuuuhhh....duh....well I'm to ashamed of my strange blog to let you see it....so I'm posting anonomously....but uuuhhh....your strange.")

This is kind of a cool shot. Someone was taking a picture of the moon through a telescope and just happened to catch this airplane too. It kind of looks like a 727, which would make it really unusual. The eclipse tonight was cool. The moon turned bright orange as all the sunsets and sunrises on earth simultaneously lit the moon as it passed through earth shadow. The cemetery was cool too. Josh went up with me to watch it. We were sitting in the back of the truck right in the middle of a pitch black cemetery with fog rolling over the gentle hills and swirling around the cold, dark headstones. Kind of like kidney stones except they're in the head. It was really kind of creepy and cool all at the same time. Alright I need to get in bed.

Continuing the little musical theme there. Test today wasn't bad, but I missed one question out of the fifty because I'm just plain stupid. Av Tech test are kind of funny. They aren't nearly as hard as, like, engineering tests but it's expected that you do perfect or nearly so. Their line of thought is that they will only teach us stuff they expect us to know, and no more, and the tests directly reflect what they teach. So you should have no excuse to miss questions on an exam. And an A in Avtech is 93% or greater, I don't know what was wrong with 90% like everyone else (or around 60% for engineers) but whatever. So anyway, I forgot to mention that this past weekend when I went dirt biking in the quarry, on my way out there I saw about the scariest thing I've ever seen. I just about ran off the road in shock. Alright so there was this chick, more like an older chick, I guess that would make her like a hen or something, like midlife or so, and she was standing on the side of this road in jogging clothes talking on her cell phone. She must have like stopped jogging to answer it or something. But that's not the scary part. The scary part was that this female had arms like I didn't know a female could have. They were, like, way out of proportion to the rest of her body toward the massive side. I don't know how she kept the hairy side pointed skyward! So that kind of really freaked me out I don't know why. I just wasn't ready to sasquache's wife out there on my nice sunny drive into the countryside. So anyway, back to tuesday. Well I guess there really isn't anything else about tuesday anyway. Oh, I got to go work out at the corec in the evening (I've got to keep strong incase the hulkess comes after me). It's kind of relaxing to me to work out or do other strenuous physical activity. I don't really know why, but it is. I got a pretty good work out too. When I was leaving the corec, I went to push the door open but my arms just kind of collapsed and I ended up just kind of slamming the door open with my body. I'm sure it looked as stupid as it sounds. That's all for now folks! I think that post on Psalms is going to take a little longer than I thought. One because I'm short on time and Two because It's taking a little longer for me to digest what I'm reading because I don't want to overlook stuff. I am going to go at it from a neutral standpoint and try and prove to myself one way or another just from scripture. We'll see how that goes. The fist thing I'm finding is that it's pretty incredible how few scriptures there actually are on this important topic.

The Mammas and the Pappas. Another great band of the folk era that should be added to my musical interests column of my profile. But seriously, Mondays are not a good day for me. Especially today. I think it was about the most awesome day of the year weather wise, but unfortunately it ended at about 11:00 am for me. I submerged into the bowels of the Aviation Tech building at about 11:15, not to re-emerge from it's confines till 7:30 pm, with solid scheduled classes between. Yeah, it's not the most fun. And the worst part is that my last class is 727 sim which is probably the most demanding class in terms of performance during the sim session. Basically, it's just you and two other people in the sim with the instructor, and it's amazing how large of an audience that becomes when you aren't performing your best. Anyway, the bad dream is over now. I did get to take a little nap it the sun after Aircraft electronics class. I was sitting on the tarmac leaning against the terminal building watching people taxi by in their aircraft giving me perplexed looks. I actually fell asleep for a little while and was late to my turbines lab, but it was all worth it. Next random thought. I went dirt biking by myself in an abandon quarry this past weekend. No really it was perfectly safe. I restricted my jumps to no higher than 10ft. If I tripped and fell it would be about the same distance. That was the most fun I've had for awhile. You meet some interesting people in abandon quarries. I ran acrossed some hippie couple out in the middle of the quarry walking around smoking weird cigarettes and looking at rocks on the ground. Nice people I'm sure, just a little strange.

Coming soon to a blog near you! Or at least to this blog! Due to conversations I've had over the last week with multiple people both up here and back home about what I believe in terms of psalms and instruments in worship, I have begun a bi-partisan review of my beliefs on this area and I might post some of what I find on here if y'all are lucky. And if I don't become a victim of death by school.

Till then, arevouir! (or whatever that word is)

~Stressed out in Lafayette

I like it.

Seven Degrees of Blondes
FIRST DEGREE> >A married couple were asleep when the phone rang at 2 in the morning.> >The wife (undoubtedly blonde), picked up the phone, listened a moment> >and said, "How should I know, that's 200 miles from here!" and hung up.> >The husband said, "Who was that?"> >The wife said, "I don't know, some woman wanting to know if the coast is> >clear."> > > >`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:> >,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*> >
SECOND DEGREE> >Two blondes are walking down the street. One notices a compact on> >the sidewalk and leans down to pick it up. She opens it, looks in the> >mirror and says, "Hmm, this person looks familiar."> >The second blonde says, "Here, let me see!"> >So the first blonde hands her the compact.> >The second one looks in the mirror and says, "You dummy, it's me!"> >`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-,_,-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-> >_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*> >
THIRD DEGREE> >A blonde suspects her boyfriend of cheating on her, so she goes out and> >buys a gun. She goes to his apartment unexpectedly and when she opens> >the door she finds him in the arms of a redhead. Well, the blonde is> >reallyangry. She opens her purse to take out the gun, and as she does so,> >she is overcome with grief. She takes the gun and puts it to her head.> >The boyfriend yells, "No, honey, don't do it!!!" The blonde replies, >"Shut> >up, you're next!"> >`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:> >_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*> >
FOURTH DEGREE> >A blonde was bragging about her knowledge of state capitals.> >She proudly says, "Go ahead, ask me, I know all of them."> >A friend says, "OK, what's the capital of Wisconsin?"> >The blonde replies, "Oh, that's easy: W."> >`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:> >_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*> >
FIFTH DEGREE> >What did the blonde ask her doctor when he told her she was pregnant?> >"Is it mine?"> >`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:> >_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-,_,.-:*> >
SIXTH DEGREE> >Bambi, a blonde in her fourth year as a UCLA freshman, sat in her US> >government class. The professor asked Bambi if she knew what Roe vs.> >Wade was about.> >Bambi pondered the question then finally said, "That was the decision> >George Washington had to make before he crossed the Delaware."> >`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:> >_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*> >
SEVENTH DEGREE> >Returning home from work, a blonde was shocked to find her house> >Ransacked and burglarized. She telephoned the police at once and reported> >the crime.> >The police dispatcher broadcast the call on the radio, and a K-9 unit,> >patrolling nearby was the first to respond. As the K-9 officer approached> >the house with his dog on a leash, the blonde ran out on the porch,> >shuddered at the sight of the cop and his dog, then sat down on the> >steps.> >> >Putting her face in her hands, she moaned, "I come home to find all my> >possessions stolen. I call the police for help, and what do they do?> >They send me a BLIND policeman."

Bla Bla Bla Bla

Something else I've been wondering, why do people constantly feel like they need to swear at things? It doesn't make you sound more macho or powerful or whatever, It just makes you sound ignorant because your vocabulary is so small and your imagination so limited that you can only relate anything you do to bodily functions or animal excrement. I say this because for four hours this morning in lab I had to sit there and listen to the guy next to me at the lab table swear his head off apparently because he couldn't figure out what was going on. Add to that the fact that he leaned over, like, once every five minutes to ask me some question or all but beg me to do his lab for him. After about the first half hour I was ready to jam my oscilloscope probe down his throat. I love spell checker.

God is really awesome. He didn’t have to give us changing seasons or make our weather system so complex that even people that spend a life time studying it are still just mere observers to the complex drama unfolding around them. He didn’t have to create electrons to flow through different materials different ways to create a whole slew of intricacies in field of electronics. (I just got out of an electronics class) But he did choose to create them as a small taste of his glory. This same God that created the entire universe in all it’s complexity has set a very creative path for my life that is far better than anything I could ever come up with. Just something I was thinking about while punching out internship letter after internship letter this afternoon. If God really wants me to get an internship this summer, then he will work out when and were and fill me in as I need to know. Until then I keep writing letters. So far, all the plans I had made for the weekend have all just kind of disappeared, which is kind of nice because I wasn't feeling up to commencing any great undertakings at least till monday.

Yeah, those people from the acft crash I posted that were sensationalized as "missing". Well they finally found them. Any guesses where they were? Securely fastened in there respective seats inside the wreck. Surprise! Why the AP used the word "missing" is beyond me. No wait, it sells better that's right. Communists. And by the way, they found more evidence that they just drove it into the ground. You really have to be absolutely aware of where you are when you fly, especially when descending towards this hard object, commonly referred to as earth, on an approach to minimums. I really do feel for the pilots and there families though. I know the wife of a pilot that works for an equivalent to Corp. Air out in the same area. I couldn't even imagine what that would be like for her to lose him. Well, so there you have it, like was said in a comment on my last post, if this was a motor vehicle (like a 16 pax van) we wouldn't have even heard about it. But I'll stop talking about aviation now before the apostolics start flocking around me thinking that I'm speaking in tongues.

Crews Look for Missing in Mo. Plane Crash

KIRKSVILLE, Mo. - Rescue crews searched woods and fields Wednesday for any sign of five people missing after a commuter plane crashed and burned as it carried doctors and other medical professionals to a conference. At least eight people died, while two others escaped with little more than broken bones.
The plane had taken off from St. Louis and went down Tuesday night with 15 people aboard as it came in for a landing in Kirksville, a city of about 17,000.
Authorities called it a miracle that anyone managed to survive the crash of the Jetstream 32, a 19-seat seat twin-engine turboprop flown by Corporate Airlines.
Rescuers found the plane's fuselage in flames, its wings broken off. Other debris, including the tail, was scattered over an area more than a half-mile wide.
The two survivors, a 44-year-old woman and a 68-year-old man, suffered only broken bones and some burns, and were in fair condition Wednesday.
"We see car accidents with worse injuries coming in here every week," said Dr. Charles Zeman, director of trauma services at Northeast Regional Medical Center. "This is truly a miracle."
Sgt. Brent Bernhardt of the Missouri State Highway Patrol said rescue workers were holding out hope the five missing also survived the crash and would be discovered in the daylight.
The cause of the crash was not immediately known. The crew's last communication indicated the plane was on a normal approach to the airport, with no mention of any problems, said Elizabeth Isham Cory, a Federal Aviation Administration spokeswoman.
National Transportation Safety Board investigators recovered both of the plane's flight data recorders.
"The black boxes are very important to the investigation, provided they're in good condition," said NTSB member Carol Carmody. "These looked like they were. We never know until we read them out."
The plane clipped treetops before crashing on private property in a wooded area between two fields. Some of the victims were found dead in their seats. The woman who survived was walking around when rescuers arrived, and the man was found in brush about 25 feet from the fuselage, Chief Sheriff's Deputy Larry Logston said.
Many of the passengers were on their way to a Wednesday conference on humanism in medicine, said Philip Slocum, dean and vice president for medical affairs at the Kirksville College of Osteopathic Medicine. Two were from the New Jersey-based Arnold P. Gold Foundation, said Barbara Packer, the foundation's managing director.
"As bad as you think it's going to be, it's worse to go through it. There's been a lot of tears. It's very painful," Slocum said.
Both the airline and investigators declined to release the names of anyone on board. But in New York, the office of Dr. Steve Z. Miller, director of pediatric emergency medicine at the Columbia University medical school, said he was one of the passengers.
"A lot of people in our class are very close to him," said Josiah Ambrose, a fourth-year medical student. "He has a lot of interaction with the students here because he's very loved. He was a pretty pivotal part of our medical school."
One of the two survivors is Dr. John Krogh of Wallsburg, Utah, a part-time faculty member teaching physical therapy at Provo College, the school said.
Corporate Airlines, based in Smyrna, Tenn., began operating in 1996 and is affiliated with American Airlines.


I personally think this is your classic case of CFIT (controlled flight into terrain)

Hmm......so Corporate Airlines has two new pilot positions now.

Yeah you can all just skip over my last over-size post. It's boring to you I'm sure anyway. I promise all my post will be much shorter from here on out, now that I have fufilled me right of passage to bloger by writing more than 5 lines. Here is a summery of that large post and a sample of future posts:

Men good. Women good. Men have role. Woman have role. Man act good to woman, woman act good to man, they love man/woman honor God. Life gooood.

By the way, I didn't get to the whole courtesy/chivalry thing in that last post of magnificent proportions, but I think that it's a great outlet for us guys to put into action the qualities of the initiator (take charge servant) and quality women will appreciate it because it allows them to fit comfortably in the receptor role. Over the last several decades of the "sexual revolution" where women became more "independent" us men have been "conditioned" to "not look down on" women by "doing things" like "hold open a door", which usually would be met with a quickly mumbled thank you while the woman practically dove to take the door from you or just hurried through with obvious disgust. I think women as a whole, though, are starting to come back around now. They are actually finding out that it's not such a bad thing. Unfortunately for them there's a serious lack of gentlemen now. So if you had ever thought about being a courteous gentleman men, now would be the time because a little bit goes a long way.

Three things are too wonderful for me,
four I do not understand:
the way of an eagle in the sky,
the way of a serpent on a rock,
the way of a ship on the high seas,
and the way of a man with a maiden.
Prov. 30:18, 19

Manhood vs. Womanhood, actually I feel pretty strong about this subject and since Josh brought it up, I figure I'll through throw in my two cents. So you have Josh to thank for this post. To start with, there are many ways in which men and women are the same. We were both created by God in his image as seen in Genesis for example. But they are also vastly different, which is were it gets interesting. Just imagine a world without "men" or "women" but just with "it's". Definitely doesn't sound like a place I would want to live. So what are our roles? Well, Paul gives it to us straight up in 1 Cor 11:8-12. He says that "man was not created for woman's sake, but woman for man's sake" establishing the roles of men as the initiator and women as the responder. But he goes on to say "However, in the Lord, neither is woman independent of man, nor is man independent of women. For as the woman originates from the man, so also the man has his birth through the woman; and all things originate from God." Sounds like quite the conundrum for for extreme feminists and male chauvinists alike. This would be the first hint we get from scripture on this topic, the order God set for man and women (Eve was made for Adam). Another hint is the design of man and woman. When God designed us he gave both man and women different "equipment". These differences are yet another illustration of the respective roles of initiator and receptor. The final hint from scripture that I want to point out is the fact that God gives us a divine example of these roles in Christ's relationship to the Church. "Husbands be subject to your wives as to the lord. For the wife is the head of the husband just as the church is the head of Christ" just doesn't work.
With all that said, what do these specific roles look like? Is the the man the more capable/durable being and therefore to be of more use than the woman? I would say yes! If I were Josh. But since I'm not, I would first have to state that first of all, women tend to be more durable when it comes to pain anyway. Men tend to let everyone around them know just how much they are suffering, while I know some women that even though I knew were not feeling great, you couldn't really tell (unless you really paid attention). But the "strength" issue aside, because this varies from person to person anyway, men and women have equally important, yet different roles. The men are to be men of faith, take-charge servants that are unmoving and tough-as-nails yet tender, sensitive to their wife's every need, actively loving Christ by loving her. If the the man fufills his job as initiator, then the woman can be a proper receptor. What would this look like? First she must be a woman of faith, willing to submit to God by submitting to her husband, she must be strong for the task yet feminiminim (so I can't spell) and glad she's a woman, she must reverence her husband and yeah I'm no expert on being a woman but I'll just leave it with that she is to be the receptor side of the initiator / receptor equation. To those of you that will say "he-he, look he talk more than he has in his entire life and still didn't address the issues like driving, voting etc.", this is my response. *deep breath* I aint no judge, based off of what I've said you and God can duke it out over the little issues. I know what I think and I think you dear reader (that sounds so cheesy) can form your own correct ideas if you think and pray about it. If a man can be a proper initiator and deem it a privilege not a right, then a woman can be a proper receptor and see it a privilege not an obligation and vice versa. Also, to those of you who are like "woe there nelly, we started off talking about men vs. women and you ended up talking about husbands and wifes" this is my response. *deep breath* The roles of men vs. women are best defined in that context, namely, following the command to be fruitful and multiply. Alright. I'm out of words so I'll just end with a couple quotes from Elisabeth Elliot's book "The Mark of a Man", from which I have drawn mercilessly from in this post (sorry Revell Publishers):

"You can't be human and not be a sexual creature.
You can't be human and not be made in the image of God.
You can't be human and not be the bearer of mystery.
You can't be man in relation to a woman and not be skirting very close to one of the deepest mysteries of all."

And in this last quote, possibly my personal favorite from the book, Elisabeth Elliot is talking to her nephew Pete as she does through the whole book, describing how even after he were to marry, the wonder of this relationship will still be a great mystery. This one gives me hope guys, we don't have to fully understand them.
"If, in the will of God, you marry, Pete, I imagine you will find yourself occasionally gazing at this woman who is flesh of your flesh and bone of your bone, awed at the mystery you see there, puzzled, perhaps sometimes infuriated at what seems so mysterious and at times downright irrational in her. Maybe, in the small hours of the night, you will lean on an elbow over her, looking at the sleeping face, at the familiar line of nose, chin, throat, the curve of the breast. Who is she? How was it that she and not another ended up in your life, your house, your bed? What did she mean by what she said at the supper table? Why can't she see what you mean? What is it she wants out of life? Why can't you reason with her? Why doesn't she come straight out and say what she thinks, instead of expecting you to read her mind?"

I wish I could write like that woman.

Initiatingly,

me

Summary of the weekend: sleep, clean, fly, try and do homework, give up and go play wally ball, sleep, go to church, try and do homework, give up and go ride my bike, go to church, go to the Long's to visit Katie, try and do homework, give up and work on blog, computer nukes all my work on blog, sleep. So there you have it. Just in case you couldn't live without knowing what I did this weekend. I did actually find some brightly colored trees in Lafayette while I was riding my bike believe it or not! I was beginning to give up hope that I would find any up here but when I was riding through this cemetery near my house there was actually 5 or 6 bright red and orange trees sitting back in there off the road. The only thing I can imagine is that it might be the abundance of fertilizer in there. So if we just scattered bodies all over Lafayette, the trees would turn pretty colors. That has some complications though, not the least of which is were do we get all those bodies? Well I don't really know how I got from fall colors to dead bodies, but the trees up here have nothing on the trees I got to see last weekend when my family and I went down Brown County/ Nashville area. If dead bodies are what makes trees turn pretty colors then they have regular morgue down there. Don't even get me started on how much I like going down there because I don't have time to make a mid week trip. A friend from just south of there near ol' B-town had invited us over that weekend to help her shear her goats, which sounded like more fun than walking in and out of Nashville shops to me but apparently the rest of my family didn't share that thought. Sorry Kara. Well, that's all the random rambling for now, turn in next time for more of the same. Oh, and my roommate Josh is a druggy. lol I'll let him tell the story.

Wow, I guess I didn't relize how incomplete my life was before I could sit here and say things I didn't really need to say to nobody at all! Well, either way I have figured out how to post now. As the title of my blog suggests I not the biggest fan of blogs, but why not give it a shot, right? Wow it was cold and windy today. I woke up this morning to the sound of everything within a two mile radius taking it's turn hitting my window. When I was out flying this afternoon there was one point where we were actually going backwards during slow flight. Now that's wind! Well, my homework calls, and unlike some majors I don't get credit for posting on my blog.

Alright, so I figured out how to make a blog.....I just can't figure out how to post.