I'm a very lucky guy. Seriously. I have an amazing family, an amazing job, and I am surrounded by things that just bring joy to my life. Lucky. Like I said.
There are some things that I always wanted when I was growing up. There are some things I still want. (And yes, I'm still working on the growing up thing.) One of those things I always wanted as a kid and still want as a semi-adult is a life full of flying. I love to fly. Seriously, I really, really love to fly. I've always wanted to fly, and I've always wanted to have a family of my own that shared my love for flight. Like the other lucky aspects of my life, I've got that family.
Thank you, Fail Blog, for hours and hours of constant enjoyment. The following image may only be humorous to parents and/or people who grew up "outside the city limits," but to those of you who have ever felt like a redneck with a gun might shoot at you at any moment, I proudly present the following really oddly placed road signage.
My wife says that one of the things she likes most about me is how easily impressed I am by almost anything. I must admit that this is true, to a point. You know that guy who just likes being sad, depressed, and terrible to be around? Well, I'm not that guy. I'm the other guy - the guy who really likes being happy. Because I like happiness so much, I sometimes get a little over excited about things that most people would find mediocre to just down right dull. Luckily for you, this post is not actually about my happiness OCD problem.
Last weekend I made the arduous drive - some eight teeth-pulling hours - to my hometown in Alabama. I took the wife, the little child, and the boxer dog. (The elder child was already there on sabbatical.) The occasion of my journey was the college graduation of my little sister, Bethany. Why, you ask? Bethany impresses me.
Bethany had this childhood dream of becoming fluent in German and working for the U.N. For a kid in middle school, that's fairly ambitious and quite detailed. She stuck with this dream, went to a college with a program that would perfectly fit her plan, and worked as hard as she could to make her plan work out. But just like me, when Bethany got to college she realized her dream wasn't exactly what she had envisioned. She could have given up, got a "husband degree," and moved on, but she didn't.
Bethany decided she wanted to be a teacher. She transferred to the University of Alabama, and she got accepted into its elite Multiple Abilities Program (MAP). She applied herself; she did well; she helped others succeed. She studied abroad in South Africa for a semester; she applied for a job in our hometown school system; she got it. Her first class of students arrives in two days.
Last weekend, Bethany graduated summa cum laude, or for the English speakers, "with the highest honors." We've competed with each other for years in terms of who got a better grade or a better ACT score, but quite honestly, in this case, she bested her brother. I'm proud of her and for her. She will make an excellent teacher, and she will make a difference in the lives of the kids she comes in contact with everyday. I'm excited to see what all she can accomplish.
Living the life and writing (some of) it down for your reading excitement.