Why is it that when things are shitty in your life and you really want to be pissed off at the world, good things keep happening? Talk about fucked up.

Last week was probably the worst week I've had for a long time. First off, we find out that we're going to lose the house. Due to that, we have to get rid of the dogs and the rats and that's going to be tough. On top of all that, I couldn't hardly fly at all because it was too damn windy. Just when I'm really starting to get a real mean on for the world, everything changes.

We find a great apartment in a real nice area, and we can afford it. My parents are totally behind us moving and cutting a lot of ties that were holding us back. My mother-in-law, who normally won't leave her house, is offering to help with the move and the yard sale. And to top it off, I've flown over 4 hours in the past two days. The wind has been non-existent. I've only got about 3+ hours to go to fulfill my solo time requirement and I'll probably get all of that on my solo cross country. All I have left is to take the written and the checkride. Nerves kicking in.

This isn't fair. I want to hate something.

I was going through my logbook yesterday, totalling up my time and I found out that I'm short on a few things. I need to do some more hood work (simulated instrument flight) and I need a really short night hop to get all my time fulfilled. I also got a slap in the face last night too.

My instructor gave me a pre-written written test to help study for the FAA written. Here's the deal. The FAA written exam is 60 questions and, I think, you have 2½ hours to finish it. What makes it so hard to study for is that they have over 760 questions in a question pool to chose the 60 from. You never know what they're going to ask. Well, I take this pre-written test (100 questions) and I figured I could just sit down and do it. My instructor said I could use an open book to make sure I knew the answers, but I'm thinking..."I don't need a book." I couldn't have been more wrong.

I think I did the first page of questions before I turned to the book. I was looking through that sucker all night. Here I thought I knew stuff and I didn't know SHIT. Literally. Nothing. By the time I got to the end of the test, I was so upset that I threw my clipboard to the floor and was saying "I might as well give up, I'm never going to be a fuckin' pilot." Of course, my wonderful wife then came over and told me to calm the hell down before I wake the baby and she's forced to beat my ass. No, actually she said to just relax, that I'll pick it all up soon. And you know, she's right. I just need to spend a bit more time hitting the books instead of hitting the buttons on the TV remote and I'll be ready for this thing. See? Here's another example. I want to be mad, and something good happens. It's a conspiracy.

Talk about deadlines. I'm leaving to go to Oshkosh, Wisconsin, on or about July 21. I've got a tentative schedule for my checkride on July 10. I get my first paycheck of next month on July 7, and we want to try to start moving in that weekend. If not, then we'll have to wait until the 21 when I get paid again. Unfortunately, then that will mean that I'm in WI so the wife will have to coordinate and handle all the moving stuff. AND my 3 year anniversary with the company is on the 7th. Oh yeah, and there's some Independence holiday thingy on the 4th (I'm just fucking around). The next 3 weeks are going to be pretty action packed, to say the least. To say the most, they're going to be really fuckin' busy, stressful, and probalby, very short.

Well, must get back to work before they notice that I've stretched my lunch ½ hour into about an hour ½. Plus, I need to call my sister and wish her a happy birthday. So, go on.

Go away.

I'll write some more tomorrow.

I swear. Don't be so clingy.

Act like an adult.

No, no, no...don't start crying. I hate that.

I'm serious. I'm not giving in.

Go on.

That's better.

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear

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