Wow, its been a while. So much to catch up on. But for now, I will just say: for those of you who dont know, I am back in school. It has been a long time coming. But I graduate in May! YAY! So excited.
So this sememster I am taking a creative writing course, and Angela our professor, instructed us to go out and make our own adventure. Me being me, I had to try something new and somewhat scary.
I chose to do something that made me feel like I was in charge for a change since that isnt a feeling I get to have very often since I got sick. I will save you guys from most of the details for now (since I am giving my entire class this link, and I am sure they are already tired of hearing me talk), but enjoy!
Is eight thousand feet above sea level a bad place to know you want to change your mind on what you consider an adventure? Clinging to the steering column for dear life, and praying to God that I make it out of this alive, all while singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" to myself in my head...this is my story.
Me and Jason on the ride there, where I ultimately annoyed him with all of my redundant questions about whether or not he thought I was going to be able to do loops in the air.
So Excited. Like a kid in a candy store.
Ohhhhh No, what did I get myself into?
Me in all of my 5'2 on a good day (in heels) glory, still not being as tall as the tiny little plane
All of the gauges that helped me understand absolutely nothing about flying.
YAY! Im in the plane now, lets GO!
You cant really tell from this picture but my foot was about 2 feet from actually being able to touch the peddles.
What I could see before the pillows I had to sit on...
What I could see after...
Jason and my dad. Neither of them had enough faith in me to actually come with. It turns out when you fail at taking a flight simulator test, people around you start to doubt your capabilities. WEIRD. And may I add RUDE!
I was a little scared at this point. I was in the plane. ALONE. The old guy (see pic below) was about to be "helped" in, and when he finally did get in, everyone congradulated him like it was a MAJOR feat. Needless to say...the pouty lip was justified.
This next twenty or so minutes while he was explaining what each one of the gauges was for felt excruitiatingly long
My head phones were malfunctioning and I couldnt hear anything. Finally, I just ended up taking them off to hear what he was trying to say.
And Were OFF!
That little spec of a plane is ME! 
Me taxiing back, which you do with your feet instead of your feet by the way.
Me and my pillows I had to sit on to see. Or kind of see...
I was suprised when I asked him if I could get a couple of pictures with him he said yes. After how many times I screamed in his ear during the flight, I thought he would hate me forever.
The cutest old man ever! Oh and me...
My lovely husband thought that this was a funny book. Ironically this is the same man who scares me just for the fun of it every chance he gets! And everyone wonders why Im so mean to HIM... And yes, that does say: How to CRASH an Airplane.
