"But I don't even know her"

I was going through my receipts for this year, looking for something when I ran across this receipt. I've always found it interesting how different places can seem, yet be exactly like home...

"It's a bird! It's a plane!" -- Yep, it's a plane.

After spending a lot of time trying to rationalize pursuing a life-long dream, I've finally come to the conclusion that aggressively following a dream is not something to be rationalized. By its nature as a dream, it does not necessarily have a basis in rationale. (yes, I know that's obvious to all of you, but my personality has made it a long process for me to come to terms with this)

So, a couple of weeks ago, I went down to the West Houston Airport and signed-up for private pilot lessons. I can't express how much easier I sleep knowing that I've stopped putting this off.

I'm looking forward to get my actual flying started. I'd start next week, but I'm in Dallas for a conference. The sooner my feet leave the ground, the better!

Next time you're in town, we'll have to go out for a $100 burger.

Nephew

Last weekend I headed back up to Oklahoma quickly to see my new nephew, Mason Cole. He was almost 2 weeks late, and one big boy--10 lbs, 2 oz! (and via a natural birth--my sister is one tough mother!)



And to anyone that doubted my claim that my neice, Ryleigh, is the cutest thing ever, I provide the following: