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Posted on 09/02/2004 2:18:28 PM PDT by HairOfTheDog
Eleventh Thread: Wedding Edition: The Hobbit Hole XI - No One Admitted Except on Wedding Business!
New verse:
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.Hmmm. Have you ever discussed that with him?
Not directly. We've been more along the lines of "if this is what you want to do, then this is how you have to do it..."
Guess which elf in your midst just got tickets for the Ann Coulter Breakfast Briefing at the Ft. Worth Club a week from today? I am doing a happy dance. :-)
PE, msdrby, bear, rose.... they still got ticketses. :-)
Um....who? ;-)
She's here this weekend (I think Friday night). But the tickets were $100 each and that's a bit spendy. I'd do it for the Pres, and we are spending that much for Senator Allen in October...
Well, the tickets were half that here. I decided I'd get myself one for Grama's birthday. It's been quite a while now since I just did something nice for myself. I don't exactly have the funds right now, but I did it anyway.
I am with you about Nana's rallying. Several folks gave up on Grama several times over the years. She lived good almost 20 years after the first time a doctor told us she wouldn't make it through the rest of the day. Funny thing 'bout us G.R.I.T.S. ain't it? You just never can tell how much steel we got to push through these things! :-)
Early in our marriage (around the time I was dealing with the cancer) we'd get a call about every other month saying "if you want to see Papa, come quickly" so the family kinda got used to it.
The children recognized when it was really time. But it was a shock to his brothers and sisters who had see him rally so many times.
Nana is a strong woman. But it's been harder for her to fight since Papa has been gone.
Later folks. Gotta go. Choir practice tonite.
I'll take pictures of Jr. sittin' in the alto section. ;-D
I think that you and the Mrs, being around her most of the time, will have a good sense of time. My brothers got used to the calls and rarely responded to them. They didn't see Grama but 2 or 3 times a years. It was a shock to them when it really happened. I know it was hard for them, but being around her all the time, I did see it happening. There was a certain amount of peace in that, as though I had walked the entire path with her as far as I could go - for now.
Prayers for Nana, and give whatever will work to Jr.
I am not all caught up here yet, I hear there is a mini drama in the RF I have to look in on.
there's always Camp g'nad... we're right reasonable on our rates... course, he'll be payin' thru the nose...
Least he's not in the sopranos... funny, I somehow had your wife down as a soprano.
Halfway done with laundry. Got a couple movies to put on during marathon coding session tonight. In the tradition of computer scientists everywhere, I am giving this semester a code name; and that name is "Thermopolis".
I got some work for him to do here too. :~D
The rest of the story:
Well, as some of you have heard - I had an exciting (and great) weekend. Not everyone considers a good weekend as being in an airplane that is out of fuel and going down, but it was for the pilot and I (and the others in our lives).
It sure was weird (and shocking) when the engine quit. Attached are some pictures of the crash landing that the pilot and I walked away from.
The really short version: The pilot and I were on a search mission for a person who's boat was found (without him in it) on the Northern WA coast. After a couple of steep turns to investigate a possible sighting, I noticed the right fuel gauge had gone down below 1/4 of a tank (from the 3/4 of a tank the last time I looked). We abandoned our search efforts and were making a bee-line for Port Angeles.
We were about 6 miles from the runway when our fuel was completely exhausted and the engine quit. We had a cow pasture directly below so we circled around. Too high, we did a series of S turns to lose altitude without gaining too much speed. We were too high to land with open field in front of us - we were quickly running out of clear space. We started uphill but then I saw more space to the left and pointed it out to the pilot. We turned left, and aimed for a bush which we hit exactly and right at stall speed (the best possible speed to hit). We were in a left bank when we impacted the bush and the underlying dry creek (which we couldn't see). I heard the stall warning the second before impact (perfect - that means we were as slow as possible). We came to rest with the tail in the air and resting on my side of the plane.
I felt my head hit the side window on impact, but the headset I was wearing took the blow. When I crawled out of the wreck, I asked the pilot if he was ok, and started to help him out - we were not at all worried about fire (no fuel!). I kept expecting to start feeling blood running down my face, and possibly to pass out but it never happened.
We got help within minutes and ambulance in less than 10 minutes but we walked away with some nasty seatbelt abrasions on our necks and a few bruises and that's it! Yes, it was a great weekend!
Beth - No Bandera field for you this time!
Now... Paul was in the right seat, and he can be kind all he wants... but I am not buyin' that the pilot aimed for that bush. What he did was miss the field ;~D
Rosie: Got the cut bed head kid from a simple Google image search for "bed head."
Corin: Sorry to hear about Nana. My grandmother broke her hip and her body rejected the replacement. I'll be praying.
Osage: Switched license plates today...*sniff*. Going to look at more houses tomorrow after work.
Hello!
Jedis are watching Star Wars and eating some of the Hamburger Helper I made the other day and froze...
I had a cheese quesadilla with black beans, sour cream, and hot sauce.
Any landing you walk away from is a good one, right?
Who is Paul?
Cool! Enjoy!
That's right! Paul is a mutual friend of Ramius and me. He went to flight school with me.
All of a sudden my boring life doesn't seem all that bad.
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