Summer, season finally....

The humming bird action gets a little crazy in the morning and the evenings when these guys get hungry. You get an alpha male being a jerk running others off, one for each feeder. It gets interesting...

Busted, he later made an unintentional (riiiight), attempt on my life during his dogfight.

Warning: These are not Hummingbirds, they're worse.

Airshow ghosts of years past and the crappy ones of the present. The November Issue.

Why do I need airshows when I get shots like this one my own?

Yeah sure, I get to get on the tarmac and see some of these.

And the coup de gras...

So what?

I've missed a couple of years of air shows. Had we not been completely disappointed in their flying schedule, we may have attended. However, this year seemed to provide a somewhat 'good' schedule, so we went. And we stood in line. In line some more. Missed THE biggest reason to actually go this year due to being in line. Stood in line fuming. In line some more, and more, then bus. Two hours later we step on to magic land. Hour and a half later we departed magic land, oh so disappointed.

What I was able to scavage out of the show.

BTW, If anyone can name these aircraft you'll get a million points towards nothing.

Ibiza. What do you eat with that?

Back when I was a young aviation pup, 6 years ago or so, I had a professor who flew for NetJets, a company who flies around pretty people. We had the opportunity to go see one of their downed craft over at McCarren, on the side where all the pretty peoples' pretty jets sit (and where I was mere minutes away from seeing Brad Pitt at one point in time). Anyway, the jet this "professor" flew was a Gulfstream IV, hereby known as a G-IV, aka, my baby. It was propped up on jacks but it was there, waiting for me to exhale. He instructed us so each take a few minutes, climb in and check it out. I was amazed and felt blessed upon. As I lowered myself into the very cozy but somewhat militaristic seat, cogs were turning and dreams being made (as a cloud building, if you will). That was for you Beck.

That was thee very first corporate jet I ever sat in, and was nearly my last until by some divine happening brought me back into the game. Ever since that moment, I have been in love with my baby, and have aspired to one day fly it. I always have had trouble identifying when some thing would be enough, you know, when I 'made it". But in this world, flying that jet would be it for me. I could at that moment die truly happy.

Throughout the day and from some conversations that took place, my motivation has been renewed, there is light at the end of the tunnel. I have real hope that one day I too could push a button and fly the plane. Opportunities are coming, and hard work may just pay off.

I see jets often, big ones, little ones, ones that make me drool. I'll look at a seemingly size able and capable jet and think its big. But this morning when there was a very sizable and capable one on the tarmac sitting next to my baby, there was no comparison, the G-IV is a monster. I judge jets by engine size and whether I could sleep in the engine compartment, usually a single sleeper.

I deduced this morning my baby could sleep a family of four and a half. Dog included.

... and that little winglet is about as tall as I am.

You just can't trust rookie photographers...

Anything that cruises at 450kts and can put me up to 8 miles above mother earth, I'm down. And VIPs, with that new job and all, you guys could easily afford $36mil, right? Ibiza, here we come!

BTW, Blanding, UT
Durango, CO
Monument Valley, AZ

Misplaced paragraphs, I don't care.

Where in the world is Carmen Lorena?

Alright folks, we're going to play, "Where am I?"

Step one: view picture

Step two: guess the area

Step three: be told by the administrator you're wrong

Step four: never find out where these pictures are from

Freakin VIP

Yes, this is how mine turned out, my first two pictures were so awesome, they decided not to post them.

Rules-

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search (http://www.flickr.com/).
b. Using ONLY the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into Mosaic Maker. Change rows to 3 and columns to 3 (http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php).
d. Save the image and post it on this note.
e. If you're tagged, pass it on.

The Questions-

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite color?
3. What is your favorite food?
4. Favorite drink?
5. Dream vacation?
6. Favorite hobby?
7. What you want to be when you grow up?
8. What do you love most in life?
9. One word to describe you?

It's about time, in more ways than one.

First off, to my nephew, little man Kellen: Hello. Welcome.

Tessa, you look like you have to sneeze, and no, you didn't leave Bolt at my house...

Secondly; I finally, through some divine being, was able to fly in a G1000, all glass cockpit aircraft. It's amazing how great some simple things are when you're deprived for two years.

Rolling into some runways...

...and yes, it's about time for all of these to happen, including another post of mine.

'Bout Time

Been a while since I've really been on a good flight lately, being laid off really put a damper on things. However, I have returned.

Had a great uneventful trip up north.
Utah Lake

Turned around and had another one to revive my true Taco Tuesday roots in Lake Powell,
this is no Del Taco folks...

I'm getting that itch to be on the lake again...

Easy as...

...pie.

Provo on a Sunday afternoon.

Blast You VIPPERMAN!

I've been called out, three times now, why must you make me think?

1. The first time I broke someones window while playing sports outside was a couple of months ago, I still maintain a non-guilty plea based on a witnesses statement, "there was already a crack in it".

2. I over analyze and think waaay too much about certain things. Geez, you'd think I'd have things figured out by now...

3. As an infant, my sister, at the brave age of 7, fought off a cow that was sure to eat me whilst on Assay Creek.

4. I like to keep everything else in my life, other than my room, clean.

5. I've beat Halo 3 a few times, it's a double digit number.

6. Totally have seen Air Force One, yes the real one.

7. Decided not to eat McDonald's for at least a year, despite the rumors of Ronald and I's engagement and ultimate break up.

8. I fear success and ultimate happiness, do they exist in my world? Who knows.

9. Women's shirts and pants are often too short for me, and frankly, I'm pissed.

10. I never really imagined completing college or getting married, that *might* coincide with #8.

11. I'm absolutely sure to rearrange the order of these notes before submission, can't have too many short ones together.

12. I loath country music and Carson City, the same amount.

13. I love my 80's music and ice cream.

14. Pretty sure I'll never get good enough to do things I want to do on a longboard, wakeboard, surfboard, and snowboard. I'm destined for mediocre and I hate that. But I can sure grease the hell out of 10 knot crosswind.

15. I used to yell into the country side on Becky's bridge by her house, unknown to her. Ha ha.

16. Buried my volleyball knee pads in lava rocks during 8th grade, that may have been the REAL reason why I didn't play. Ha ha. I do enjoy some beach volleyball though.

17. One day, I'd love to have more than $100,000 in student loans. I can eat, sleep, and breath sarcasm all day.

18. People underestimate my remembrance ability and abuse it.

19. I want to visit, and possibly move to Iceland despite their recent government problems, I'm going to pursue gnomes.

24. I don't want to count to 25.

25. I've been faster on a motorcycle than in any of the planes I've personally flown.

I got a new moving prop picture capturing device

Oh the joys of taking pictures with a cell phone.

It never gets old.