Lizzy McFly

It started out to be a decent weekend.  Friday morning, I flew my plane to my mechanic’s place for his annual.  I love landing on the grass strip there.  Dipping down after the trees is always quite fun:

My little mother was kind enough to come and pick me up and drive me back to the airport.  She was greeted by Frank’s adorable, crotch-sniffin’ dogs:

I kinda gave her a wrong turn to get there, as I thought she was coming a different way.  I felt so bad about it.  I made it up to her with Timmies, so all was good in the world again.

I bid little Vyc adieu and we headed out:

She took me back there the next morning to pick up Vyctor.  He survived his inspection and is nice and healthy.  Jan watched me take off, then headed back home:

Once I took off, I noticed my microphone wasn’t working, so I was fiddling around with the cords and circuit breakers.  It was a quick fix, but then I lost sight of Jan.  I said that I would fly over her to make sure she got back ok.  Not that there was anything I could do if I noticed her taking a wrong turn.  I thought I spotted her, but now looking closer at the pic, I’m not sure if I was over the right car:

I watched said vehicle disappear under the canal:

I knew she was a little nervous about the round-about, but she said she had no issues:

I kinda expected to see her driving around and around and around, not knowing where to go, but she did fine.

Soon after I arrived home, I really started to feel punk.  I felt a little poopy when I first woke up, but it really hit me by early afternoon.  I ended up staying in bed for the rest of the day with a bad headache.  I didn’t sleep at all Saturday night – not a single minute.  Ugh!  When I finally decided to crawl out of bed Sunday morning, my headache was almost migraine strength and I started being sick to my stomach.  Another day in bed – what a crappy waste of a weekend!  At least I had the kittahs to keep me company.   I’m finally starting to feel better today, especially after sleeping quite well last night.

Speaking of night, I was peering out my window a few nights ago and watched something I’ve wanted to see for a few months now.  They are rebuilding our parking garage and have stop lights on timers set up.  There is no way to pass another car between the ramps.  I knew there would be impatient people that would blow through the red light.  It finally happened, and of course, someone was coming up from downstairs on the green.  Dumb-dumb head that went down on the red had to back up across the lower driveway and up the ramp:

Bwahaha!  I bet he/she felt like a complete dork.

I think it was the next morning that my mother graced me with an image from the show she was watching – The Bear-Naked Chef.  Gee, thanks mom:

Mike got a cute picture of the two of us the other weekend.  I was helping her set up something on her computer:

It’s amazing how something so cute and tiny as her can be so weird.

Finally, I’ll share this last adorable picture with you.  I saw this near my office last week.  I was cracking up and the owner in the car said she always sits like that when they’re parked:

Tee hee!

Today’s symptoms: Still feel lousy from the flu, but not as bad as the last few days.  The worst part is the sinus headache.  I know the more than six hours of sleep last night helped a lot with things.  I’m sure tomorrow will be much better.