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Friday, September 30, 2005
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Now in other aviation news.....
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| thus voiced Mrs A @ 7:02 AM | |
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Sunday, September 25, 2005
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Airshow palooza...
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| In an effort to counteract all of the "pastelness" that Sar was so concerned about in her response to the Drewy-Llama post, and to avoid getting crushed by a giant falling beer can, I thought I would add a post with some machismo. And what could be more macho than some awesome warplanes? This past saturday we attended the annual airshow held at the Nashua airport. Tons of cool stuff to see and hear. Nothing "pastel-ish" about this! Or how about this shot of Tess & Ray in front of one of my all time favorite airplanes, the A-10 Thunderbolt. I really, really want one of those. Charlie arranged this picture to prove to Ray that the cannon on the front of that plane is as big as Rays head. And there is nothing at all pastel about a P-51 Mustang, or this Corsair (the Japanese nicknamed these "whistling death", how's that for not pastelish, huh?) Drew just put on his sunglasses and stood near the planes, so that people would think that they belonged to him. He did finally fast talk somebody into letting him take their plane up, but it turned out to be a plane that was a bit tricky to fly, and Drew had a bit of trouble staying in control. Luckily, he managed to land OK. Mrs A. seemed very interested in this plane, I suspect it is a genetic thing. This is a shot of a flyover by an F4 Phantom jet fighter, gear and tailhook down . The noise this thing made was awesome! I was unable to get a better shot of it, because I was trapped 30 minutes into what turned out to be an hour long line at the one-and-only hotdog and burger vendor there. Ted got to pilot a NH State Police chopper. Later on in the day, I had the last laugh, because for 20 bucks and a hotdog, I managed to talk one of the A-10 pilots into dive-bombing the food concessions. Heh, take that. This is one of the few good pictures I managed, it is a B-24 Liberator, just as it was landing. This was cool to see as this is the only B24 still flying in the entire world. Which is pretty amazing when you consider that there were well over 19,000 of these built during WW2. It must have been an awesome sight to see and hear several hunderd of these planes flying in formation overhead. One fascinating thing I saw was 2 very old guys, both wearing VFW hats and jackets. They where sitting side by side in their wheelchairs, one had his arm atop the other guys arm, and they had their hands clasped together. They both sat there facing this B24, staring at it, not talking. One of the guys looked like he was about to cry. I'll bet they have some stories to tell. | |
| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 5:55 PM | |
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An A. Household moment...
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So we are getting ready to go out someplace a few days back. It was a bit chilly out, so Sue tells Tessa to get a sweatshirt for Ted. She does that and helps Ted to get it on. Teddy proceeds to pull the hood of the sweatshirt up on his head, and then tucks the bottom of his sweatshirt into his pants. He walks into the kitchen, Sue gets a look at him and says "you don't tuck a sweatshirt into your pants!" Ted replies that he likes it that way. Sue answers back, "No, you don't do that, it makes you look like a dork!" Like a shot, Tess bolts into the back room, rifles through the bookshelf, pulls out her A Beka Book Co. Health, Safety and Manners 2 book, flips a bunch of pages and begins quoting from the book: "...you should refrain from degrading or hurtful remarks about the appearance of friends or siblings. Such remarks can leave scars that can last a lifetime..." to which Tess adds, slamming the book shut: "Boy, there must be a BUNCH of really scarred people around here!" |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 5:38 PM | |
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Thursday, September 22, 2005
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Guess who Drewie met???
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 Got this nice shot of drewie with his new friend. After being advised by the llama guy that one should not pat a llama on the back of the head (I guess it makes them nervous and then they spit at you or something) but on the neck or back, Andrew approaced the llama. I told him to pat the llama so I could get a few photos. So he reached out and patted the back of her neck. That is when I snapped this picture and a few more, but this one while not great, is the best of them. The funny thing is that after I took the pictures, rather than walking away, Andrew stood there for several more minutes sort of giving the llama a neck massage. It was an amazing display of human-animal connection. Patricularly coming from Andrew. All of which calls for a repost of this classic! |
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Monday, September 19, 2005
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From National Geographic:
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I stumbled on this in a newsgroup. A truly amazing story that I had never heard of before. Check it out: HERE |
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Wednesday, September 14, 2005
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Photos at 10:00!
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Hope all is well where you are. We are fine. Teddy got in a fight with the pavement on the front walk yesterday. He had, not literally, but for all intents and purposes, his hands tied behind his back.The pavement only managed to get in one good shot, which Ted skillifully blocked with his upper lip and 2 front teeth. Loads-O-blood, teeth pushed back maybe 3/16", skinned & bruised knees. Once we got the bleeding stopped and got him cleaned up, Sue held his head and I stuck a tounge depressor behind his teeth and pushed them back out where they belong. He was not too pleased about that. Anyhow, the bottom line is that he got away with a serious cut/fat lip, sore knees, black-and-blue icky looking gums and 2 front teeth that may or may not stay there as long as previously scheduled. Could have been much, MUCH worse. He keeps asking Sue "how did I cut my lip??" Kids are fun. **EDIT** These pictures are almost two days later. He actually looks better here. "Warning, icky Ted pictures linked below" (not really that bad, but you know...) icky Ted picture 1 icky Ted picture 2 |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 8:57 PM | |
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Tuesday, September 06, 2005
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Mini-photoblog...
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Well, as you know, we had Markie up for a visit for the weekend. We had originally planned to go up to NH for a camping trip, but that plan was thwarted by our 4-year-old with, shall we say, gastric disturbances. Anyhow, switching to plan "B", on Sunday we packed a bunch-o-stuff and pile-o-food into the van and headed off to spend the day at the sportsman's club that we belong to. It is one of our collective favorite places. Sue and I have been going there since long before we were married, and all of our kids grew up hanging around there. It has the feel of an extension of our own home. Markie, being the newcomer to all of this, was maybe a bit suspicious. Now I figured that growing up in the south and all, that all of this would be old hat, and that being around a few guns would make him "happier than a dead pig in a mudhole." I was wrong. Apparently, Mark had never done any of this before. But in spite of being a bit nervous, he was a great sport and gave it a try. After watching Chaz effortlessly dust a bunch of clays on the trap field, Markie got up on the line, 12 gauge in hand, and with just a bit of coaching managed to break a very respectable number of clays, particularly for a first-timer. After the A, Mrs. made us all a tasty lunch, we moved down to the rifle range. Once again, Markie managed an impressive performance for a first timer, placing hits at 100 yards on a target just 11" X 17". When Cassie got up to shoot, Mark looked on nervously, due either to the ease with which she handled the rifle or that smirk on her face, though I'm not exactly sure which it was. Things where going along fine until we where attacked by a roving band of enemy soda cans. We had no choice but to call in our crack sniper, who came complete with her own spotter. The cans started getting pretty agressive, so Chaz laid down a wall of suppressing fire, while Tess finished off the last of the troube makers. This was all too much for Drewie, who became a peace activist. All I can say about this is: The apple does not fall far from the tree. |
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Saturday, September 03, 2005
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Markie, We Love Ya!
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In honor of Markie's visit, we present: THIS!! |
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| thus voiced Mrs A @ 8:56 PM | |
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