To Fly....or Not to Fly....That is the Question!

Right around nine months ago, the Hubby made a decision to start learning to fly. For as long as I have known him (18+ years) he has talked of wanting to try out his wings. Mostly, I thought he was all talk, and it really wouldn't be something he actually tackled. I already worry about him on LAND (4-wheelers, Jeeping, etc.) and at SEA (He is a commercial fisherman), and I wasn't too excited to add AIR to the mix.



Being that the Hubby has taken a fairly extended break from work in the last year, he decided that now was the time. He began flying lessons, and was thrilled to be actually taking off and flying his first day. He came home ecstatic, and spouting off about how great it was going to be to take me and Sugar Bear up flying.



This is where things when SOUTH. I quickly and without hesitation informed him that neither Sugar or I would be flying with him. Don't get me wrong...it isn't HIM, it is those little planes. I'm not sure if you have noticed or not...but then those planes go down....it isn't pretty. Literally in the 9 months he has been flying, there have been over 6 crashes in our neck of the woods, and all have ending in death. I refuse to be the "Family of three dies in plane crash" story on the front page of the paper.



Needless to say, this hasn't set well with the Hubby. He thinks I am being unreasonable, and that I am letting fear rule my life. I feel that I am being cautious and not taking un-necessary risks. I did some research, and discovered that being in little planes piloted by private pilots is about 16 times more dangerous than riding in a car. Hubby doesn't feel this is significant. He reasons that if I drive to work everyday, then only fly once every few months or so....the risk would be the same. I reason, that I HAVE to drive to work, but I don't HAVE to fly, so it is reckless to do so.



Am I crazy? I just can't bare the thought of Sugar Bear losing her family, or my losing her. I can not control the Hubby's flying, as it is he desire to do so, and I don't want to hold him back. I can, however decide not to out myself or Sugar in the plane along side him.



I am very proud of his accomplishments. In fact, he recently took his first solo flight. Man oh man....was I a worried mess. I am thrilled for him....yet worried for his safety. Sigh....

Photo Hunters~ Strings

From her days in my womb, Sugar Bear has been very fond of music. I would sing to her when her kicking became unbearable and she would quickly settle. From her first moments of life on "the outside", I could quickly soothe her by singing some of her favorite songs.





To this day, she delights in singing, dancing, and playing instruments. Her most recently acquired instrument is a lap harp. I adore listening to her music, and my heart practically bursts from my chest as she strums the STRINGS and sings little made up songs.





I will never tire of her enthusiasm for music.





There just might be another fun instrument under the Christmas tree for her this year. It is my desire to make sure she has as many experiences with music as possible. As long as my Sugar wants to express herself musically.....I be right here, as she plucks the STRINGS of my heart.



Thank you for visiting my blog this week. I look forward to seeing all the STRINGS attached to your blogs. :) Happy Weekend to all.

What We Wouldn't Endure For Our Best Pal

Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

As some of you might know....Egg-Bert had a makeover, and the last we saw of Ernie, his little egg-hiney was hightailing it out of here. Could you blame him? I think not! Sugar had proven to be ruthless with a pair of scissors in her hand.

We all know that Egg-Bert and Ernie are good pals, right? So it also wasn't too surprising to me that when Egg-Bert's wails of "why me?" grew increasing louder, Ernie surfaced from his hiding spot under the discarded box of Cocoa Puffs, which lay dejected beside the couch. As he waddled over, he could be heard saying, "Now don't cry buddy old pal....I'm coming.....I'm coming!"

Sugar Bear's eyes lit up as Ernie placed himself squarely in front of her and announced, "Do what you must....I won't let my dear friend Egg-Bert suffer alone!" With that.....she dutifully set to work. A look of relief and admiration shone over Egg-Bert's face.

With stealthful hands, Sugar snipped, and snipped, as Ernie's hair tumbled to the tabletop.

Great care was taken to avoid finger, toes, and ears. Well....you know...if he had those, that is.

However, Ernie's bravery wavered a bit, as he whimpered a small request to "leave it a bit longer on top, please", but judging by the evil laugh that shook Sugar's little body, it wasn't to be.

Although she could not be deterred from her master plan, you can't say she didn't take her job seriously. Between the fits of maniacal laughter, she solemnly evened out her masterpiece.

The glee that so evidently bubbled forth from Sugar's soul MIGHT have been some consolation to Ernie, as she held him up for the final inspection.

As they posed for their "after" shots, I could hardly hear the muttering under their breath's, but it sounded an awful lot like, "Good grief, Egg-Bert! The least she could have done is offer to let us donate to Locks of Love!" To which Egg-Bert replied, "SERIOUSLY!"

I quickly set about hiding the little green scissors, as the following look was not lost on me, as Sugar Bear sat eyeing our cat. You can almost hear her little mind thinking...."Hmmmmmm....is it just me...or does Toby Cat look like he needs a Mohawk?"

Wordless Wednesday~Letting Go Of The Side

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