Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Not sure who to vote for, but I like this answer
Though there are many points I would have loved to have added to it, Mike Huckaby's answer, when put on the spot (and on the clock) speaks for itself
Car, floor, gas lines, and basketball
Alright.
My parents are coming in to down today. Which is ok. They're taking the kids out for halloween. I really need my dad's help this week.
- Julie's car died, might be a bearing or a rod. Hope it's a bearing and I can fix it cheap, or else time for another $600.00 car.
- Redoing Sam's room; drywall, paint, floor.....fun wow
- running a gas line for the gas stove Julie bought. Thank you craigslist
Don't feel bad for me though. Last night at work, Julie had to do a manual extraction of some old guys poop. I'm not a nurse for a reason. Sorry honey, you'll get a better job, it's a means to an end.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
I don't picture them in their underware.
As a Christian I'm commanded to share my faith. As someone who loves theater and performing, I like to do you on stage.
I've written several monologues and short skits. I've acted in lots. I suppose my biggest crowd was maybe 1000 people. I love the feeling I get looking out and seeing all those people hanging on my every word. It's such a wonderful opportunity to minister, I've never been very good one-on-one. But God has blessed me with the ability to do anything in front of people and not be embarrassed. At times this has been the bain of my wifes life, because she at times had been caught in my say what you want doesn't bother me cross fire. Sorry honey.
Anyway I say all this because I discovered the clip below on God Tube. This is amazing. I would LOVE to do this in church. Maybe soon.
Lifehouse Everything
I've written several monologues and short skits. I've acted in lots. I suppose my biggest crowd was maybe 1000 people. I love the feeling I get looking out and seeing all those people hanging on my every word. It's such a wonderful opportunity to minister, I've never been very good one-on-one. But God has blessed me with the ability to do anything in front of people and not be embarrassed. At times this has been the bain of my wifes life, because she at times had been caught in my say what you want doesn't bother me cross fire. Sorry honey.
Anyway I say all this because I discovered the clip below on God Tube. This is amazing. I would LOVE to do this in church. Maybe soon.
Lifehouse Everything
Why I'm not an airline pilot
Life as a Pilot
Current mood: amused
22 years old: Graduated from college. Go to military flight school.
Become hot shot fighter pilot. Get married.
25 years old: Have 1st kid. Now hotshot fighter jock getting shot at in
war.Just want to get back to USA in one piece. Get back to USA as
primary flight instructor pilot. Get bored. Volunteer for war again.
29 years old: Get back from war all tuckered out. Wants out of military.
30 years old: Join airline. World is your oyster.
31 years old: Buy flashy car, house and lots of toys. Get over the
military poverty feeling.
32 years old: Divorce boring 1st wife. Pay child support and
maintenance. Drink lots of booze and screw around while looking for 2nd wife.
33 years old: Furloughed. Join military reserve unit and fly for
fun. Repeat above for a few more years.
35 years old: Airline recall. More screwing around but looking forward
to a good marriage and settling down.
36 years old: Marry young spunky 25 year old flight attendant.
37 years old: Buy another house. Gave first one to first wife.
38 years old: Give in to second wife to have more kids. Father again.
Wife concerned about "risky" military Reserve flying so you resign
commission.
39 years old: Now a captain. Hooray! Upgrade house, buy boat, small
single engine airplane and even flashier cars.
42 years old: 2nd wife runs off with wealthy investment banker but still
wants to share house (100%).
43 years old: Settle with wife # 2 and resolve to stay away from women
forever. Seek a position as a check Captain for 10% pay override to pay
mounting bills. Move into 1 bedroom apartment with window air
conditioners.
44 years old: Company resizes and you're returned to copilot status. 25%
pay
cut. Become simulator instructor for 10% override pay.
49 years old: Captain again. Move into 2-bedroom luxury apartment with
central air conditioning.
50 years old: Meet sexy Danish model on International trip. She loves
you and says you are very "beeeeg!"
51 years old: Marry sexy Danish model for wife #3. Buy big house, boat,
twin engine airplane and upgrade cars.
52 years old: Sexy model wants kids (not again). Resolve to get
vasectomy.
54 years old: Try to talk wife out of kids, but presto, she's pregnant.
She says she got sick after taking the pill. Accident, sorry, won't happen
again.
55 years old: Father of triplets.
56 years old: Wife #3 wants very big house, bigger boat and very flashy
cars, "worried" about your private flying and wants you to sell twin
engine airplane. You give in. You buy a motorcycle and join motorcycle
club.
57 years old: Make rash investments to try and have enough money for
retirement.
59 years old: Lose money on rash investment and get audited by the IRS.
You have to fly 100% International night trips just to keep up with
child support and alimony to wife #1 and #2.
60 years old: Wife #3 (sexy model) says you're too damned old and no
fun. She leaves. She takes most of your assets. You're forced to retire due
to Age 60 rule. No money left.
61 years old: Now Captain on a non-schedule South American 727 freight
outfit and living in a non-air conditioned studio apartment directly
underneath the final approach to runway 9 at Miami Int'l. You have
"interesting" Hispanic neighbors who ask you if you've ever flown
DC-3's.
65 years old: Lose FAA medical and get job as sim instructor. Don't look
forward to years of getting up at 2 AM for 3 AM sim in every
god-forsaken town you train in due to the fact your carrier can find cheap, off-hours sim time at various Brand X Airlines.
70 years old: Hotel alarm clock set by previous FedEx crewmember goes
off at 1:00 AM. Have heart attack and die with smile on face. Happy at last!
Current mood: amused
22 years old: Graduated from college. Go to military flight school.
Become hot shot fighter pilot. Get married.
25 years old: Have 1st kid. Now hotshot fighter jock getting shot at in
war.Just want to get back to USA in one piece. Get back to USA as
primary flight instructor pilot. Get bored. Volunteer for war again.
29 years old: Get back from war all tuckered out. Wants out of military.
30 years old: Join airline. World is your oyster.
31 years old: Buy flashy car, house and lots of toys. Get over the
military poverty feeling.
32 years old: Divorce boring 1st wife. Pay child support and
maintenance. Drink lots of booze and screw around while looking for 2nd wife.
33 years old: Furloughed. Join military reserve unit and fly for
fun. Repeat above for a few more years.
35 years old: Airline recall. More screwing around but looking forward
to a good marriage and settling down.
36 years old: Marry young spunky 25 year old flight attendant.
37 years old: Buy another house. Gave first one to first wife.
38 years old: Give in to second wife to have more kids. Father again.
Wife concerned about "risky" military Reserve flying so you resign
commission.
39 years old: Now a captain. Hooray! Upgrade house, buy boat, small
single engine airplane and even flashier cars.
42 years old: 2nd wife runs off with wealthy investment banker but still
wants to share house (100%).
43 years old: Settle with wife # 2 and resolve to stay away from women
forever. Seek a position as a check Captain for 10% pay override to pay
mounting bills. Move into 1 bedroom apartment with window air
conditioners.
44 years old: Company resizes and you're returned to copilot status. 25%
pay
cut. Become simulator instructor for 10% override pay.
49 years old: Captain again. Move into 2-bedroom luxury apartment with
central air conditioning.
50 years old: Meet sexy Danish model on International trip. She loves
you and says you are very "beeeeg!"
51 years old: Marry sexy Danish model for wife #3. Buy big house, boat,
twin engine airplane and upgrade cars.
52 years old: Sexy model wants kids (not again). Resolve to get
vasectomy.
54 years old: Try to talk wife out of kids, but presto, she's pregnant.
She says she got sick after taking the pill. Accident, sorry, won't happen
again.
55 years old: Father of triplets.
56 years old: Wife #3 wants very big house, bigger boat and very flashy
cars, "worried" about your private flying and wants you to sell twin
engine airplane. You give in. You buy a motorcycle and join motorcycle
club.
57 years old: Make rash investments to try and have enough money for
retirement.
59 years old: Lose money on rash investment and get audited by the IRS.
You have to fly 100% International night trips just to keep up with
child support and alimony to wife #1 and #2.
60 years old: Wife #3 (sexy model) says you're too damned old and no
fun. She leaves. She takes most of your assets. You're forced to retire due
to Age 60 rule. No money left.
61 years old: Now Captain on a non-schedule South American 727 freight
outfit and living in a non-air conditioned studio apartment directly
underneath the final approach to runway 9 at Miami Int'l. You have
"interesting" Hispanic neighbors who ask you if you've ever flown
DC-3's.
65 years old: Lose FAA medical and get job as sim instructor. Don't look
forward to years of getting up at 2 AM for 3 AM sim in every
god-forsaken town you train in due to the fact your carrier can find cheap, off-hours sim time at various Brand X Airlines.
70 years old: Hotel alarm clock set by previous FedEx crewmember goes
off at 1:00 AM. Have heart attack and die with smile on face. Happy at last!
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Just a quick hello
I spent all day with the 4 youngest kids. We had a good time. Julie was off with Abby hiking in the 55° and rain. I bet their both sick. I hope it was fun.
In the mean time, Julie has been working her but off 4 12's in 5 days. She says she's only going to do it till Christmas.
Along those lines. I got a new pay scale at work, a pay raise, and I should be going into a new airplane soon (another raise). That's 3 raises in a week AND Julie's working. I can't believe might be able to buy real food AND put gas in the car. Ya.
It's a few days before Halloween, you know what that means? I means it's a few days before the Christmas lights start going up :)
In the mean time, Julie has been working her but off 4 12's in 5 days. She says she's only going to do it till Christmas.
Along those lines. I got a new pay scale at work, a pay raise, and I should be going into a new airplane soon (another raise). That's 3 raises in a week AND Julie's working. I can't believe might be able to buy real food AND put gas in the car. Ya.
It's a few days before Halloween, you know what that means? I means it's a few days before the Christmas lights start going up :)
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
When should I go to sleep?
So now Julie and I are both working nights. I thought this would be good, but.........I can't go to sleep with out Julie being here. I know that's stupid. So I'm seating here at 2am blogging.
I wonder how Julie's doing at work? She doesn't usually stay up all night. And she's working 3 12's in a row. Maybe I can let here sleep all day on Thursday.
Anyway she gets home around 7am, so we can get breakfast for the kids together and get 'em up and off to school.
Oh.......I remember why I'm not sleeping. I have a colonoscopy tomorrow, I had to take a laxative and believe me it works. I can seat here, but everytime I stand up, I have to......well RUN to the bathroom.
Oh, well I hungry too. I'm going to try to clean some and do some laundry between trips.
I promise to go to bed before 3.
I wonder how Julie's doing at work? She doesn't usually stay up all night. And she's working 3 12's in a row. Maybe I can let here sleep all day on Thursday.
Anyway she gets home around 7am, so we can get breakfast for the kids together and get 'em up and off to school.
Oh.......I remember why I'm not sleeping. I have a colonoscopy tomorrow, I had to take a laxative and believe me it works. I can seat here, but everytime I stand up, I have to......well RUN to the bathroom.
Oh, well I hungry too. I'm going to try to clean some and do some laundry between trips.
I promise to go to bed before 3.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
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