I certainly enjoyed you! From learning how to fly, getting my license, finally seeing Australia for the first time, and having a second kid, this has definitely been an awesome year. I am looking forward to 2009, and I’ll see you all there!
Archive for December, 2008
What the hell is going on with my Cowboys? Why is December the month from hell? Is it a training and stamina thing? Are we sprinting and not distance running?
I know this will never happen, but it is my wish for Bill Cowher to be the next head coach of the Dallas Cowboys. This means that Jerry Jones is going to have to own up to letting someone else make personnel decisions and effectively run the field operations.
Wade Phillips would make a decent Defensive Coordinator. Probably not for this team, but he definitely does not work as head coach of the Cowboys. The mere fact that Dallas was the WORST in penalties per game (average 7.5 per game in 2008 for 60.7 yards per game) shows how little discipline this team has.
Discipline starts at the Coach. Not Jerry.
Wade, I am sure you are a great guy. You just got the shaft when you took this job. Being Jerry’s puppet seems to pay well, but as Barry Switzer, Dave Campo, and Chan Gailey can tell you, it does not end well. And your time is here. Whether you quit or Jerry fires you, it is time for new leadership for the new Texas Stadium.
For players, I suggest we can Pacman Jones. The guy has not contributed a thing this year, and as we saw in this last game, is often a better player for the opponent.
Terrell Owens… I’m really tired of seeing you bitch on the sideline after dropping so many passes this year. Sure, you can make that amazing catch every once in a while, but it sure does not look good for a guy who only logged 63 receptions with 10 TDs in 2008 that also happens to e tied for FIRST in the NFC for most dropped passes.
This team has arguably some of the most raw talent on the roster, yet completely missed the playoffs this year. What an utter disappointment. You did a disservice to the last season at THE Texas Stadium and to your fans who wanted so badly to see a playoff win (since the last one we saw was December 28, 1996).
Well, at least you don’t have the playoffs to get in your way of some much needed spring cleaning.
Guess what? I FINALLY was able to get my motorcycle riding, daredevil of a mother up in the plane! Oh sweet fun!!
We took up N75918 again, and when we got to the field it was FREEZING. Well, below freezing actually. Ask my passengers, spectators, and one of the best airplane mechanics at 52F. We got loaded up and went to crank the starter…. NADA. Too cold to get it moving.
So Shawn took a few minutes with the plane, hammered a few places, and got it roaring to life. That was after we spent about 10 minutes trying to hand prop it. Shawn was visibly tired.
So, off and ready to go, we roared down the runway. Mom was much better when we were up in the air, and she saw it was not as scary as it looked. I took her around the plane before we left to pre-flight it. I was hoping that if she saw some of the inner workings of the plane, that she would feel more comfortable—especially since the motorcycle she rides at similar speeds might just be more complicated than the 172.
I knew that the first flight would have to be brief. Just to give her a taste and take the edge off. So we only chalked up 0.3 hours in the plane. We took off, headed west just past TMS, and made a u-turn back to 52F. Then we landed! Mom did not like the landing part. It looks like the end is near when you are sitting in the front seat for the first time. But once we had a kissably smooth landing, she calmed down a bit.
Then we taxied off so she could head out!
She jumped out and hugged Dad, and then we said “Seeya.” We (James, Dad) had important things to accomplish.
Like flying to Stephenville to get BBQ at Hard 8!
The flight was relatively uneventful. The 10-15kt head wind turned into a 10-15kt tail wind on the way back. On the way out, we got clearance through Class Bravo airspace, then about 3 miles outside of the airspace, regional approach abruptly terminated our radar service. I had to get set up again from Ft. Worth Center.
Boy it was cold today. That golf cart ride over to Hard 8 was almost unbearable.
On the way back in, we had to fly under the Class Bravo (not surprising). One of these days when I get my instrument rating, that may change.
Phew! Wrapped up my last business trip of the year last week. Of course, both flights were delayed more than three hours (mostly not related to weather). The meetings that we had with the client went very well, and I am looking forward to what is to come in 2009.
Here’s some holiday cheer for ya. I have been known to go on a rant or two in my day. The spelling & grammar are USUALLY correct as well (bonus!). Here is a short collection of my favorite travel rants:
- An Open Letter to You, The Pissed Off Traveler
- Wow, the Pissed Off Traveler Returns
- Great Moments in Travel
- The Story of Chuckles and Smalls
- Made it to LGA, but not without a story!
I hope you enjoy these travel rants, and for those of you that are doing family travel, stay safe and good luck!
Depressed about your love life? Do you love romantic comedies? I know you are not surprised, but a new study by a university in Edinburgh finds that Romantic comedies ‘spoil your love life’ because they promote unrealistic expectations for love.
So Hollywood is not a good source for information on how the real world works? I don’t know what they are talking about. My entire knowledge of physics is based on James Bond movies.
The Anemometor electronics have said F-YOU to the cold. It’s not the batteries, or the lack of solar power to run it. The cups are spinning fine up on the house (for now… we are getting some freezing rain), but the electronics just won’t process it. Oh well.
So when the wind does not work on the weather page, it is FREAKING COLD outside.
W00t, this thing is pretty slick. The guys over at WordPress have done an AWESOME job on the new admin interface. You guys don’t get to see it, but we do! If you are not running it, *cough* JAMES *cough*, you should consider it!