This post is behind schedule because I spent all day – literally 12 hours – printing and cutting out trading cards for my son’s school project. While I admit to being a huge control freak, the only reason I did not make him do all of this work himself is that he did, in fact, work on their design for two weeks only to end up losing it all to a corrupt computer file. He was devastated. I had no choice but to help my freightpup. That’s what moms do. My friends dubbed him “freig

Wait… THAT’S my ride?! Oh, hell yeah! As a woman in aviation, I have experienced a lot of weird job interviews. In one, I wore a very nice suit but was still lectured about the dress code – specifically, the part about “no girl shall wear short shorts or tops with their boobs hanging out.” Yes, he seriously said that, and no, I don’t think the same rule applied to “boys.” In another, the interviewer expressed concern that their clients would balk at being flown around by a “g

Thus, my first “real job” in aviation was towing banners. It was one of the most exciting – and frightening – things I’ve ever done as a pilot, and I was young enough – and desperate enough – to do it for flight time and the price of a trenta caramel macchiato. I received no flight training for banner towing; my boss went over the procedure with me on the ground. There was no way to do it in the air as the added weight of an instructor combined with the huge amount of drag fr

I’d write an Ode to Procrastination, but I haven’t got the time. Sales and business prognostication weighs heavily on my mind. Expenses, reports, and P & L – I haven’t got a clue how to fix (or even tell) Quickbooks what to do. Maybe I could read a book or blog to clear my head. Should I give Facebook a quick look or just go back to bed? Oh, sweet Procrastination, there’s nothing I wouldn’t pay for an explanation that could magically save the day and free my weary mind of thi

I’m not ashamed to admit that I have some fairly impressive friends in the creativity department.  From artists who work in the more traditional mediums of music, oil on canvas, or pen and paper to those capable of constructing unbelievably beautiful objects entirely from recycled materials or functional items re-tasked to serve a new purpose unintended by the original manufacturer.  I even have an Emmy Award winning Visual Effects Technical Supervisor and Independent Transme

In my opinion, 300 is the greatest chick flick ever.  And don’t tell me that 300 is not a chick flick.  It is simply impossible to plausibly assert that it was geared toward anyone but women and,  possibly, homosexual men.  If by some miracle, one is able to ignore the seemingly infinite ranks of excruciatingly hot, undeniably masculine Spartan eye candy destroying all manner of hideous beasts to protect their families in much the same way my husband disposes of spiders, one