I don't know about you, but I can hardly watch the news about the oil spill. It makes me sick to my stomach to think about the damage that could and is awaiting the beautiful Gulf Coast.



As you may know, the Jetplanes lived in Pcola for a couple of years while Mr. Jetplane was training. We just moved to NC late last summer.


We loved the area and particularly the BEAUTIFUL, WHITE, SANDY BEACHES. We loved our early morning walks along the beach on NAS Pcola and seeing all the wildlife running around you...birds...crabs...you name it. That beautiful blue water and those white beaches, make every morning so lovely.


Please keep all of the Gulf Coast... the water, the wildlife, and the people in your prayers, they are going to need it.

These are some of my much loved engagement shoot by Oeil Photography that was taken on the beach on NAS Pcola. The sun was setting and it was freezing, but totally worth it. I adore these pictures. You can fully appreciate how short I am in this picture.

Counting down the days....

Heading back to Florida this morning. Its 10 hours home, so I should be back in the P'cola by 7:00 ish. Not looking forward to it, but I do have a Nicholas Sparks book on CD that about 8 hours long, so it will keep me busy. I'm ready to get home and begin decorating for Christmas.

I'll give you all update from home about my mom, the Mr., and the drama that is coming home.

So after my office let 7 people go yesterday, I get an email about a new employee starting today and that she's going to be shadowing me on Thursday. Wow, that's all I have to say. I wonder if our Holiday Party is going to get cancelled.... I bet it doesn't.

Talk to you all tomorrow....

Ok, I'm going to start this post by saying, I'm fully aware that I'm a weirdo.

Ok that's out there.

Every morning when heading to work, I keep my eye out for something that always brings a smile to my face. And, if I don't see if in the morning, well, the day just doesn't start off right.

Living in P'cola, neighborhoods change rapidly from one street to the next. We live in a nice subdivision, but as I drive the side streets to get to a "main" road to head into work, I pass various types of neighborhoods. I see a couple of churches, a school, but my favorite is some sort of contractor (I have no idea what they do) but they the cutest goat that wandering around their large gated area. Yes, I said goat. His name is Fred, well, that's what I call him. He wanders around the area, and appears to know his boundaries because the gates are open and the street in front of the shop is pretty busy. In the morning or evenings, I'm always on the lookout. He's a cute, old, brown goat, and when its a cold morning like today, or raining I always wonder how he is when I drive by.

For the longest time, I kept telling the Mr. that there was a goat in that yard and he NEVER believed me. Every time we drove by he didn't see him or Fred was hiding. Finally, one Sunday afternoon, Fred was out and now the Mr. keeps a look out for him as well.

So here's to Fred. He was out dancing around the yard today and it most definitely brought a smile to my face.

The FAIR!!! Yeah!



The P'cola Interstate Fair is in town, and we had to make a visit. Overall, the P'cola fair isn't the best I've been to but, they do have "free" concerts that make the $10 entry fee worth it. A couple of years ago we watched Skid Row. Last night was Bucky Covington. We got there around 6pm, walked around ate a TON of food and watched about an hour of the concert. He was ok, I knew of 2 of his songs, and then he started playing covers of Steppenwolf, Pink Floyd, etc. That's when we left.

Picture of us 2 years ago at the fair. It was cold, why am I eating ice cream???

Picture of us before we went to the fair. Before I felt the ill from all the fat and sugar....

We headed home and felt the pain of eating Fair Food .... We first ate a corndog a piece and split a lemon shake-up. We walked around looking at all the hot rods, then the photography/art exhibits, played some games (we have heated skee ball tournaments, I unfortunately only won the 1st game), Brent tried to win me a huge stuffed pug (but I only let him spend $4 trying), and then off to eat more. We ate a gyro and fries, Brent had a huge Philly Cheesesteak, and then he wanted ice cream. We had to watch Bucky, because we couldn't move...

We got home, had some drinks, and proceeded to have a hotly contested game of Scrabble, that neither one of us with acknowledge whether the other won or not. We both rocked some 6 letter words in the beginning, so at the end of the game, it came down to whether or not "AH" could be used as a word. Based upon the online dictionary its not a "word" that could be used, but Brent swears in his brother's Scrabble dictionary it can be used. I refused to accept it and then I'd win by 2 points, he ignored my refusal and says he won by 4 points. I ripped up the score paper so this game had no history....

Sorry.... We're total nerds.
Here's a pic from the concert. Brent's Grandma Emma is a huge American Idol fan. We had to get a pic.