My GF thought I ordered my Martinis in rocks glasses because I was too "manly" to drink out of a martini glass. I had to explain to her that I'm just a big galoot that sloshes or knocks over any drink served in that type of glass.
My daughter has passed her driving test at last. Took three attempts. She could drive perfectly well—I would have had her postpone if I'd thought otherwise—but the examiners kept failing her for nervousness. She wasn't nervous of driving... just of them. As it stood, her leg shook that much she couldn't find the bite point on the clutch. That looked really bad. I was determined to do something about it. A week on Beta Blockers—problem solved. I'm so happy it's finally over her.
You mean, like, out of the sky? Without having to change your underwear afterwards? Or receive the last rites? Wow. You have my respect!
Never understood the urge to throw oneself out of a perfectly good plane, but still... gotta admire the chutzpah it takes to do it.
Aaaaagh! like out of a plane? Skydiving? I... want... to... do... that... I'm so jealous. I bet it's a minor version of L'appel du Vide.
I did a tandem dive so I was strapped to an experienced skydiver who did the parachute release. I didn't have to do much except tuck and move my legs in the right way. You don't actually jump out of the plane. My guy nudged me out the door and we dropped. At first it felt like a roller coaster and I screamed, then I reached freefall where you float for a brief moment. When I felt this happen, my screaming stopped. After that, the parachute was released, there was a yank, and then a slow drop. I'm afraid of heights but that fear did not come upon me at all. You're so high up that your mind can't understand to be afraid. To be honest, with my approaching birthday, I was looking back on my life and finding it lacking. I wanted to achieve something before another year passed and this was something I needed to do. If I can drop out of a plane and land okay...then surely my future will be better, right? By the way, you guys are awesome. I thought of you and your encouragements the night before when I was having trouble sleeping. Also, if you guys want to do it, you're never too old to. There was a gray-haired man who went before my group did. =)
That's what I'm talking about. It sounds just like I hoped it would. I' glad you had a great time. It really sounds magical! Now, if you never did anything else, you'd still have this under your belt. Keep on like this and life should prove fun, adventurous, and fulfilling.
It's kind of scary to think you are coming face first with the ground with your only hope that the bungee cord won't fail on you. It's like the fall is constant until that moment you feel the cord kick in and your fall slowly begins to go away, just in time to get sprung back up in the air again. Perhaps the coolest part of the ride is that first spring where you reach your pinnacle and just for a second you sit weightless in the air.
I got suckered into assistant coaching the second year of my daughter's soccer team and after a couple of days of anxiety over it, I'm now excited. I have to complete a couple of certifications...concussion awareness, age appropriate training, safety, etc...but I think it'll be more fun than I initially thought. As a reward I bought myself a sparkly soccer mom hat.
For this age group there aren't even goalies yet so it's more working on coordination, following/re-learning the rules, and hopefully this year we'll get better with teamwork. Last season all the kids on the same team would try to take the ball from each other, not just from the opposing team, so they could score, lol. If they get down simple passing by the end of the season I'll be thrilled.
Apparently I'm now a contributing member. Just noticed. Not sure not sure what I contribute besides taking up space and getting in folks way but however. The actual point of my post is to shout from the rooftops that I've got my writing mojo back. It always unnerves me when I misplace it—I'm way too fond of letting things simmer, but sometimes I have to or I'd push myself to the point of a nervous breakdown. I wrote a whack yesterday and on waking this morning I recorded myself reading it. It's definitely starting to flow more as I would wish it to. Seems the little break did me more good than harm. I'm relieved. ETA: LOL... now if only my screen name would fit on one line.