Archive for March 2007

Words Can’t Describe

25 March, 2007

flying with your husband…

So here are some pictures

Not even these, describe how awesome, beautiful and relaxing this was…yes – I said relaxing.  No control issues what-so-ever.  Seriously.

Take a look.

In Flight…

 It was a little strange at first, especially standing next to the helicopter that is SMALLER than my car.  After pre-flight it was time for me to get in this tiny, cramped space with plexiglass all around, put on my headset and for Dodo to start the warm-up.

 

 In all of my excitement, I accidentally erased the video of us taking off…well, I did want to go up again so I thought I could use this as an excuse.  Not really – I just thought that this sounded better than “I was a dumb-ass and too consumed by flying to figure out how to use the damn camera”.

The take-off was crazy.  Not bad crazy, just like nothing you have ever felt before.  It was awesome and breathtaking.  We hovered and then just zoomed across and up…that was the only time I felt a little uneasy.  Then I just thought how incredible it was to be nose to the ground going that fast in a tiny bubble. The power – even in an R22 – was just cool.  It was cool just to know that my husband was in control of this and I was actually flying with him.

 We headed downtown and it was a beautiful day.  It was a little bumpy at points but believe it or not I did not care and was too busy just looking around.  With every bump Dodo reassured me that that was “normal”.  After a few of those I wanted to tell him that I was fine and just to fly the damn thing…but I couldn’t find the mic button with my foot so I just sat in silence – well, I did mouth the words….

Downtown was so cool.

That is the Columbia River and the big pink building was where Dodo and I had dinner at City Grille when he got his private pilot’s license (check out the earlier blogs to see inside views).

This next one is the top of McCormick and Schmick’s where we had Christmas dinner with Mom and Yaya…(again, check out previous blogs to see inside of restaurant).

Great view of downtown.  Remember the earlier blog and the pic of Dodo and I on the beautiful tree-lined street drinking our cuppa java?  Well – this is the aerial view – without the java.

Just coming around again over the Columbia.  Pretty frigin’ fantastic.

Coming home…

I know you all wanted to see where I worked.  Well – this is a view from about 500 feet up…

Sunset Highway…heading to Hillsboro Airport.

Up in the air and more than I ever expected…

Putting your life in someone elses hands…Otherwise known as having no control.

22 March, 2007

Is something we do everyday.  Driving down the street we trust people not to hit us. Sitting in our cube, we trust that the person next to us won’t blow us away.  We walk across the street and trust the cars, bikes, other pedestrians not to mow us over. We visit the doctor and trust that they are making the right decisions for our life. We get on airplanes and trust that the pilot a)doesn’t fall asleep and if he does b)the auto-pilot is on and if that isn’t the case that the c) co-pilot isn’t an idiot.  You know, the average day to day activities where we ultimately are trusting and putting our life into someone else’s hands.

This week I am finding that I am trying to prepare myself to step out of the mundane, average “I trust you not to hit me with your car/run me over” trusts and step into a whole other realm of trust that I have not visited before. 

I am flying with my husband Sunday.

I can just hear all of you now saying “How cool is that?/It is going to be awesome/Why are you nervous i.e. blogging about trust?”

Simply – I have trust issues and passenger issues.

So there. 

Fuck off.

Seriously folks – I can barely be a passenger in a car without permanently denting the side door with my bloody fingernails.  I will gasp every time you pull to a stop behind a car because I really think that you are not going to stop in time.  I will reach out and grab your arm if I see cars slowing down on the highway 2 miles ahead and ask why are you not slowing down don’t you see them 2 miles ahead slowing down?????  I will get into verbal arguments on why you should stop at least a cars length away from the car ahead of you (just in case the car behind you slams into you propelling you forward at least you have a bit of a chance of not hitting the car in front of you and therefore saving money on your insurance because you ended up being hit and not hitting the car in front of you because the car behind you hit you – just in case you were wondering).  I can’t even let a limo-driver do his job without making sure he knows the correct route to get somewhere and get there on time (I did this on Dodo’s 30th when Jen and I rented a limo for the boys’ birthday…they all had to tell me to relax and let him do his job). 

I even tried sleeping in the car on our way home from Seattle Sunday evening while Dodo drove.  I COULD NOT DO IT.  I tried. I tried. I tried. I have to be really really tired, I mean passing out, can’t keep my head up tired to fall asleep in the car.

The thing is – I used to never be like this.  Well, maybe just a little but it is getting worse.

I have nightmares about this crap.  Recently I had a dream where I was at my Aunt & Uncle Montana’s house and it had windows from floor to ceiling.  You looked over this really big river and the scenery was breathtaking.  I was sitting on one of the window seats drinking coffee and my Mom was there with me.  I was looking out on the river and notice all the wildlife – Elk, Moose, rabbits, fox and then I saw this beaver sitting on top of his damn.  This beaver was HUGE.  He (I am assuming it was a he) jumped into the river and I watched him as he went downstream.  There I saw all these brown bears.  I started worrying for the beaver because I though he would get eaten (I don’t know if bears eat beavers) but anyway – that was my concern at that moment.  I started pointing all of this out to my Mom and then I noticed a ginormous black bear on the opposite side of the river.  I pointed him out to my Mom and we just kind of watched him a little bit.  Then all of a sudden he started running towards us and the house.  I yelled at my Mom to get a gun and she just was not reacting. Then he (the bear) slammed head first into the window but lucky for us he hit the metal bar that held the two pieces of glass together. We both screamed and started running away from the window and I happened to look back and he was gone.  I then went to the other side of the house (more large glass windows) and was by the front door looking out to see if I could spot him.  Then I noticed that the door was part-way open.  I am yelling for my Mom to get a gun and she acts like this is no big deal and starts arguing with me.  I yell for her to help me as I see a claw wrapping around the door.  I look back to where my Mom was, still pleading for her to get a gun and she is not there.  She is gone!  My MOTHER was gone.  So – I end up having to find a gun and shoot the damn bear myself.  My final thought in my dream was “you can trust anyone to do it for you”.

IIt isn’t as if my Mom or Dodo has ever given me reason not to trust them with my life.  Actually it has been quite the opposite.  Actually, this whole thing is really not about trust alone – it is about control.  I like to be in control.  When I am not in control – well, lets just say, I don’t like it.  If something is out of my control then I find a way to get it back in control under my terms. Like lost luggage.  Ask Mrs. J about that one.  Now don’t get me wrong.  I enjoy working in groups and doing things and planning things with other people but it better damn well be fair and I better damn well be the one spear-heading the whole thing – unless you are the same type of person and we can just split the responsibilities in two if you convince me that is the correct course of action to take at the time.  Otherwise – your on your own and I’ll do my own thing anyway….no, just kidding…well, not really…I’m only like that with some things….really I am….only with one or two things….maybe a couple more than that…but that’s it…really.  Seriously.

So back to the whole going flying with the hubby Sunday.  I figure that this is the ultimate test for me and very likely will open up a whole new dimension in our life together because for the first time I will have to put my trust in someone completely amd without arguments or comments or I should actually narrow this sentence down and say “this is the first time that I will put complete control in Dodo’s hands”.  This isn’t meant to sound like I control absolutely everything and make all of the decisions.  I don’t.  We talk about decisions, about what we are planning, what ideas we have to handle different things.  We come to an agreement that we can both live with.  We back down a bit trying to control things that we know the other person has a handle on – that doesn’t mean either of us sit quietly by…

But come Sunday

I will not have any control what – so – ever.

AND

I will also have to sit there quietly.

I can not grab the ‘steering wheel’ to keep us from harm.  I can not warn him about a tree 2 miles ahead of us.  I can not grab his shoulder and get into an argument about why you should not fly within 10 miles of another aircraft (I would never win that one – I do much better with the car/insurance argument).  I can not grab the side door with my fingernails until they bleed or use my imaginary brake pedal.  I can do nothing….

Except be the recipient of a great gift – the gift of being a part of his dream.

…and take a shit-load of pictures.

Bloop Bloops…

22 March, 2007

We’ve added to the brood. 

Viktor (pronounce VeeekTOR)

Josephine

& Oscar.

Oscar was our first and he has since decided that he likes to be a lone fish and not close to others so we have put him back in his original habitat – the water pitcher.  I spent hours trying to find something perfect for all 3 of them to live in…oh well.  I’ll put some bamboo in the empty glass.

This is Oscar:

Josephine:

VeeekTOR:

Oscar is my favorite.  Josephine is quiet and VeeekTor is aggressive.  It has been fun.

The Toaster

22 March, 2007

Missing a bit of KCUR…and the scary toast…

10 March, 2007

So, I tried sleeping in this morning but it did not work so well.  I took great lengths to stay up a bit later last night so I was really really tired by the time I made it to bed…although I forgot to wake the hubby from the sofa so once he came to bed 2 hours later – I woke up.  5am came and I was wide awake and irritated.  I looked at my clock just to make sure that I had not turned the alarm on because I did not understand why my body wanted to wake at 5am for no reason.  For crying out loud – I went to bed really really late after a long day of work!  Stay asleep at least until 10!  I of course did not get up then and fell asleep for another hour and a half until the Maggie B woke Dodo up to go outside.  I rolled over and stared at the redbud tree outside our window that is in full bloom and thought that I would relax a bit that way…then Dodo came back in and wanted to cuddle.  He didn’t know how irritated I was that even though I took great lengths to insure that I slept in this morning I still woke at 5am…in short the cuddle was wrought with bad vibes thus cutting it quite short.  Lesson: Do not try to cuddle with me when my plans of sleeping in are in the crapper.  I am not good company.

After my utterly disasterous plan of trying to sleep in I went downstairs to get some of this great tea that I recently purchased.  Figured that the fog and irritation would erase once caffeinne hit my body.  This tea is great but it is even better with a bit of milk…Dodo drank all of it the night before…irritation set in again…I figured that all I really needed was caffeine and warm tea…I’ll get over the milk bit.  I boiled the water and set to work on my tea, called my Mom and started making myself breakfast. 

 I thought I would make myself some toast…I have our mammoth toaster set out and ready to use and this was the morning.  The only toast I have had over the last 20 years is when my Mom or I have made ‘one-eyed monsters’.  Get your dirty minds out of the gutter…My mom made these when I was a kid and I loved them.  You take a piece of bread, butter it on both sides, cut a small circle out of the middle (we used to use cookie-cutters or a measuring cup works too), put that in a griddle and drop an egg in the hole, pepper it and let it cook.  Flip it over, wait until it is done and you have a ‘One Eyed Monster’.  This morning I thought that I would make a breakfast sandwich with some turkey bacon, egg and rye bread so that I could use the toaster for the first time. 

I’m still talking to my Mom as I am preparing breakfast, drinking my tea and generally feeling in much better spirits.  Not sure if it was the Mom or the Tea…Probably the Mom – they always make you feel better – Tea only goes so far.  Mom’s are a much quicker fix.  Anyway – I’m on the phone, the toast is in the toaster and I am standing over the stove cooking the egg and turkey bacon and all of a sudden out of the corner of my eyes I see this huge brown animal like thing pop up under the cabinet and this loud noise – I scream, the dog comes running, my Mom starts laughing asking me what is wrong…and during these few short seconds I am thinking that a squirrel was in my kitchen making loud noises and hopping on my counter top…and after those few short seconds, I realize……….. it is my rye bread popping out of the toaster.

My Mom was laughing.  I was still trying to get it through my head that it was just my toast and not a rabid animal.

I started getting my breakfast sandwich ready and realized I needed another piece of toast (we only have 4 slots in this toaster but based on my reaction I am glad there was only one piece of toast – I probably would have peed my pants if 2 rabid squirrels jumped out of this toaster). Another piece of toast went in and I told myself that I would be prepared this time and not frightened of the toaster. 

I go about my business and am buttering my first rabid squirrel piece of toast and still talking to Mom.  BAM! Again – I jump and catch my breath…it was just the toast.

So, remember me talking about the Dualit toaster that keeps the toast in the toaster so it stays warm?  It doesn’t pop up.  Now I really know why I wanted that toaster – there are no rabid rye bread squirrels popping out of it…do you think I was sublimanally thinking this all along?

I still like our toaster – it looks really cool and I will just have to condition myself not to think that a wild animal is in my house when the toast pops.

On to the next thing…

My Mom and I were talking about KCUR and Cypress Avenue music show by Bill Shapiro – I really miss that show!!  He is so great offerring up different kinds of music.  It always made Saturdays so great – listening to the show and cleaning house or getting coffee or breakfast at Classic Cookie…ugh!!!!  I can’t wait until April!!!!

Then I realized that I am in the computer age, the streaming age, I have access to the shows I miss from KCUR – get on the friggin computer and stream!!

Needless to say I am sitting in front of the computer with the speakers blasting Cypress Avenue feeling better and better every minute that goes by.  I am very much a music makes me feel better kind of person.  Actually, I think that some of it is habit – I want my habits back.  I’ve been a bit lost trying to listen to the radio here – unfamiliar shows – some are good – don’t get me wrong. But nothing can beat Bill Shapiro and Cypress Avenue. 

So – I have one of my habits back and am feeling much better.