If only I could really fly

Yea, that's right I'm sitting in the pilot's seat of a helicopter. Unfortunately I have no idea what all those buttons and knobs do and if you want to continue living you best not fly with me....Yet! : )

I've always known that flying was tough and that it took a lot of practice. However, I was unprepared for the shear number of pedals, buttons, knobs, and other gizmos that are necessary to get this glorious heap of metal off the ground.

Can you imagine what it takes to be able to fly something like this? On TV we see action stars jump into the pilot seat and take off not necessarily knowing what they are doing or learning how to fly as they go along. But I can attest to the fact that if I were trying to fly this thing without any training it would be a disaster. I might be able to figure out how to start the engine, but after that it would pretty much be like trying to fly a spaceship and would most likely end in a fiery death.

But no worries I didn't do anything crazy. It was just a Christmas party and the pilot let me take a picture in his seat.

Good Times! : )

Choose to Not Be Stupid

Have you ever seen the t-shirt that says “there are no stupid questions, only stupid people?” What it should say is “stupid people ask stupid questions." I came to this realization on a cold and blistery Tuesday. Strike that this is Texas and it is 100 degrees outside and the industrial size air conditioning at the school just can’t keep up.


In my genetics class the professor frequently stops class to answer questions of students who have raised their hands. Now, normally this would be a good thing because we all want to learn. That’s why we are spending thousands of dollars on our education, not simply to use up the air conditioning. However in many instances I find myself more than just a little frustrated with people who come to classes and then just sit there playing on facebook or disrupting class.

Last class one of said students who constantly asks the dumbest of questions raises his hand and I just put my pencil down because I know that nothing not worthy is about to be said. The question can barely get out of the students mouth before half the class (the half paying attention) will shoot said student a WTF look. I mean seriously dude where have you been? Were you dreaming off in your own personal fantasy and just decided you wanted to join the rest of us? Our professor is nice looking but not so provocative that you can’t pay attention for an hour and a half. Have your day dream fantasies on your own time because she answered your question five minutes ago. I’m sitting through class because I want to hear what she has to say otherwise I’d just read the book and show up for the test.

Another thing that really frustrates me about being on campus is that students age 18 to 54 will just jump out in front of cars as if the laws of physics don’t apply and more. There is a protected crosswalk about 50 to 100 feet from you are you that lazy that you can’t walk that far in order to help ensure your safety? I’m pretty sure that your high school, possibly even junior high teacher taught you Newton’s three laws, they are a science staple.

Law #1: Objects in motion will stay in motion and objects in rest will stay in rest unless acted upon my an external force.

Hmmm….. a moving car wants to continue moving and will an external force (the brakes) to stop its movement

Law #2: F=ma (Force equals mass times acceleration)

Do I really need to do the math for you to figure out that a car will exert way more force on you then you will on it? This will ensure injury to you but not necessarily to the car.

Law #3: For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction

Simply put if a one ton car going 35 mph hits you (150 lb person) going 3 mph then you are going to go flying.

In the scenario person versus car, car will win so don’t tempt fate. Just use your brain. This kind of stupidity is a choice. Choose to not be stupid!

Why don't you see?

My heart has stopped.
It will beat no more.
The blood that once flowed
now sits cold.


I've changed since I've met you.
I've lived since I've met you.
If living must kill me
then I'm not sure whats the point.


Your compassionate touch brings me ecstasy.
Your scolding glare rips me apart.
I've hurt you too,
but I just can't stop.


I am lost in your love,
but I drown in your anger.
I've become cold and desperate
Relishing the good and accepting the bad.


My fire used to burn bright
but I've lost the desire to shine.
I've lost my life, my way
and the love of all but you.


I've thought of leaving,
of leaving not just you.
The only thing keeping me
is the person I used to be.


I am sad and I am lonely.
I am happy and I am loved.
They all whorl around me
each emotion striking at will.


I've lost control of myself.
I've let myself go.
I've changed who I am.
I've given up my goals.


But I still hold on.
I still have hope.
Someday I'll speak.
For at last I will find peace.


I love you,
but I see you
better then you see yourself.
Just as you do me.


So why can't you see?
that I'm lost inside?
that I'm dying inside?
or do you see?


I stay because I care.
Can you say the same?
I know we're not perfect,
but why must I take the blame?


My blood pumps no more
and my fire has died?
I'm here because I love you,
but its hard to survive.

That chipmunk looked way cuter

Well its been awhile since I had anything to say, mostly I've been busy blocking out the world. Last week was crazy. Lets see I had 2 finals, worked a 14 hour day, and had my wisdom teeth removed. (Yes in that order seeing as how after the surgery I was on so much medication that I could barely stand up straight.) It wasn't until a day after my surgery that I saw my face in the mirror, and this is what I saw....

Here's a picture I found online. The super chubby cheeks look cute on him. So not fair!

Ok, so not really since I looked way less cute and my face isn't cover with fur. But no worries several stories have been told of crazy things I tried to do while medicated. First of all apparently I decided my tongue did not infact belong inside my mouth and proceeded to try and pull it out with my hands. I have since decided that this was due to the fact that it was swollen to three times its normal size and so dry that it felt like someone had stuffed a giant rolled up sock in my mouth. Now who would think that a giant rolled up sock belongs in thier mouth. Surely, not I. I just thank the lord that I had 4 days off of work and didn't have to explain to my coworkers any new and strange behaviors.

So thats what I've been doing lately, studying, working, and trying to cope with rolled up socks in my mouth. By the way my face is still swollen and still hurts pretty darn bad.

Be a Dear Won't You Deer?

I've always been a nature lover. Not a tree hugging hippie who drives a smart car (no offense to those that do, but frankly in Texas they're just not practical), but someone who adores being outside with trees and fellow mammals; and, I must say mammals because I could do without the snakes and spiders. Last weekend the boyfriend and I took a trip down south and during one of our adventures, we came across some deer.

Don't They Look Cute?

Now I've seen the movie Bambi many times and I've seen many deer throughout my life so I must impart on you some first hand knowledge. Deer are beautiful and graceful animals from far away. I do enjoy watching them and even today I will "oh" and "ah" when I see them. However, not all deer are nice like Bambi.

When my sister and I were younger we were up in New Mexico for a family vacation and one of the fun things we got to do was feed the deer that came up to the cabin we were staying at. We both had a lot of fun, but we ran out of food. Being out of treats for the deer we turned around and headed back towards the cabin. The deer started following us and we were pleased. I believe the exact phrasing was something akin to "oh goody the deer are following us." They followed us for awhile, but when we didn't turn around and give them more food they attacked! One of them threw a hard kick at my sister's back nearly knocking her over. Mind you my sister is about 6 and I'm about 11 so realizing that these three deer are serious we high tailed it out of there and ran screaming like the little girls we were back to our cabin.

To this day I don't know what happened to those three deer but I do think twice before approaching wild animals.