Does Anyone Have a Hydraulic Switch?

You know it's a bad day at work when you miss watching General Conference in hopes that your airplane will soon be ready to fire up and go home. Late Saturday afternoon, during our final engines runs, the mechanics discovered a small leak in one of our hydraulic switches. We have been trying to find a part for three days, with no luck yet. I cried on the drive home because I was so bummed!

On the plus side, the airplane DID get a sponge bath. My baby is all clean and sparkly. Kinda like being all dolled up with no where to go!

Hopefully a part will be located soon. We had a trip scheduled today, so this wasn't good news for anyone. Nothing could be done about it. Now it's just hurry-up-and-wait. Story of a corporate pilot's life!

But it DOES make me feel better seeing my baby all clean and sparkly.

Dinner Surprise

It's been a killer week at work, despite being at home. I have spent all day, everyday at the maintenance hangar in Mesa watching the mechanics complete the inspection on my baby. It is starting to look like something that can fly again! Friday night was late because we were trying to get everything done so we could just fly it home Saturday morning after a good airplane bath. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. So I was on my drive home, bummed about airplane progress and worried what I was going to feed my hungry man when I got home.

I arrived to an empty house. Just a few minutes later, I heard John's keys unlock the front door. Though he wouldn't let me see, I could tell he had been grocery shopping. He made me go to my room (I felt like a kid again!) and wouldn't let me come out until the delicious smells were about to drive me crazy! He set the table, bought me fall flowers, and made me salad and chicken pasta. Can it get any better than that?!

For a man who claims he can barely make toast and macaroni and cheese, he done did real good! I slurped it up! It was nice to have a hectic day come to a close with a warm meal and dishes I didn't have to wash! He's a keeper!

Sweet as Honey

For those who don't know this about me, (and you should be ashamed of yourselves since it's all I talk about)...I love little things. When I was a kid, I helped my Mom collect miniature, unusable tea pot sets. Now that I think about it, I was the one to overreact to their cuteness. She probably went along with it to make me feel good. To this day, my family sends me miniature bottles of condiments for presents because they know the reaction it will get. I gush over how cute anything is that has been shrunken from real size.

Going along with the I-Like-Tiny-Things theme, I have been in the market for months to locate the perfect honey jar. It may sound like a long time to wait for something that simply holds supersaturated sugar solution made by bees, but I am a very patient shopper when I have something specific in mind. And this was certainly worth the wait. A few months ago, I found a wooden honey dipper at Williams-Sonoma. I wandered around the store holding it in my shaking hands (hey, I was excited...it was cute and small!) trying to find the honey jar that could accompany such a purchase. I occasionally visit this store to make myself feel depressed that I will never spend any money on its premises. What an amazing place! Anyway, I found the dipper but couldn't find a little dish with a hollowed-out lid to leave room for the dipper to stay in the honey. There may be nothing worse in life than a honey dipper that has no place in the jar. So I put the dipper back (after twenty minutes of mental debate, mind you) and walked out of the store, knowing I was now on a mission to find my ideal honey jar. With as cute of a honey dipper as was offered by Williams-Sonoma. But not costing $40 and an arm. Is that so much to ask?!

And tonight.....ah, tonight. I found it. At, where else, my favorite store in the whole wide world. Unexpectedly, the jar wasn't white to match all of my other serving dishes. But it was tiny and adorable and made for honey. And I did a photo shoot with it, like any normal woman would have done. Which may just to reiterate again how I feel about miniature things. Now I will just have to find some excuses to cook something that requires honey.