If God had really intended men to fly, he'd make it easier to get to the airport.
– George Winters
Okay so i've been trying to come up with a post to leave you guys something before the long weekend.
yes, i'm taking Friday off. boo-ya, suckers!
so, hmm...what to write about...hmm...dirty desk that i don't feel like cleaning? nah. Sarabot's excellent music selection (only cause i can hear it through her headphones)? nah. cute kittehs and puppehs? nah.
oh, how about planes! they've been zooming by my office window for a few days now for the air show this weekend. PERFECT!
i love flying. period. its fun, except when there are crying babies on board. they should be given something to keep them quiet. i can sleep on planes quite easily, unless i'm super excited to land and go to the beach and drink a rum runner. oh how i miss ft. myers.
about 5 years ago, when i was still in college i made a promise to myself. that after i had my student loans under control and i well paying job i would take flying lessons.
yes, me in the cock-pit. some of you know how i drive and are probably thinking i'm crazy, that or you'll never fly with me. i get it, i have road rage.
but just think...up there...in the sky...is it possible to have sky-rage? i don't think so. i mean i obvi wouldn't fly in crappy weather, and it would be close trips. like to chicago, new york or maybe OBX since i've never been.
so, yeah, 5 years have passed and i'm still no where near signing up for flying lessons. but as i'm playing bike polo on Sunday and watching the air show, i'll be thinking about winning the lottery and taking those lessons. maybe by the time i'm 40 *shudder* i'll be able to fly with the birds.
have you every wanted to fly? or have you flown before?
side note: everyone have a safe and happy labor day! you'll be getting a new post monday/tuesday on my weekend adventures!
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