Reeder's Digest

Sorry for a lack of pictures, there has been a lack of mojo around here lately, and when I do take pictures, they just don't cut it. There will be pictures soon.

Last night Mark was supposed to have his first night-flight with NVGs (night vision goggles) and everything. He was nervous, but mostly excited about the flight.

He left, and I left too. I went to see 27 dresses, and he went off to his adventure. Well... you know how Altus just won't let us leave? The Altus-fate string still hasn't been cut! His plane broke as they were taking off, and they had to land the plane while not being able to hear the flight-tower. I'm quite proud of him. He said that when they started the plane and were taxi-ing around to the flight line, it was really loud. So loud that they all were wondering if their helmets just weren't working right - they couldn't hear each other. Then they get permission to take off, so they do so, all the time the plane is getting more deafening by the second. When they get airborne, they can no longer hear the flight tower. I'm not sure how they were able to land it still with not disrupting the pattern. But my hero-husband and crew did it.

He'll fly tomorrow night. I'll go see Mad Money. I know, I'm horrible.

Today Mark briefed for tomorrow's night flight, and I had a few appointments of my own.

The day started off with a hair cut - it's the shortest I have ever had it. Here's a night-time picture that Mark took for me. It's next to the prettiest thing in the room: the 70s orange-ish curtains. I will try for a better one. It's a small one because I didn't feel oh-so-pretty. I wish I had gotten a shot while I was there (like I did in "a mighty change of hair"). But.... you know, the lack of mojo.

I left the hair place, left for Kris' apartment and was greeted by a happy, jumping Buckwheat. What a funny boy!

Then it was home to have some Chicken Noodle Soup for my still-sore throat. And now it seems like I'm losing my voice. Perfect! I was just getting into singing in the car again; now I can bust out my Janis Joplin.

After my nice, warm, soothing lunch, I went to Crista's house for a Mary Kay session. I needed some help with a new wash-routine I want to get down. She's very savvy.

Then it was off to the eye-doctor's. Oh how I love that eye-puff machine. It makes me break into a cold sweat just thinking about it. At least I know what it's for now; I could not stop talking while I was there. I chatted with the nice nurse and my optometrist like I was about to lose my voice. Oh wait.

When I was with Doctor Mumford (who's really Todd to me and Mark - he's in our ward, and is hilARious), we talked all about the eye and how it works. Yes, I really like anatomy. So after a thorough review of the eye on the big chart next to the chair, it was time to view into my eye. After, I asked if there was a way I could see my own eye. YES! There is. So he got out the massively bright light and magnifying glass (like he's going to fry my optic nerve like a kid in summer time with nothing but an ant and a magnifying glass - hmm, what to do?) and got to taking digital pictures of my own eyes! It was so weird seeing my eyes up close like that. Now I'm trying to keep my eyes open and watery because they feel like they're on fire. I think all that over-exposure to magnified light was tooooo much. But it was sure fun!

Mark and I later went to Fred's fish and steak house for their Mon-Thurs. special $6.oo 1/2 lb. steak and mashed potato dinner. For this reason, am I glad the Altus-fate string has not been cut by the fate sisters yet. At 8:oo we watched the Republican debate and cheered loudly when Romney called Hillary a general. Overall, I thought it was the most mellowed debate thus far. It was a nice change; and we still got to see more sides of all the candidates. Unfortunately we missed the Dem. debate on Tuesday.

We think next Wednesday we'll be heading out of here for our Alaskan adventure. Keep those fingers crossed and those sissors ready, fate sisters!