tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392038525757953662024-02-19T07:42:57.093-06:00Flyin' NotesFlyin' through life, holding tight to the rudder.Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-59649295588635972742010-01-07T21:18:00.003-06:002010-01-07T23:37:11.346-06:0010 Things That Make Me Happy! A Daughter's Challenge.Okay my Sae challenged me to list ten things that make me happy and I better follow through.<div>No. 1 - I proudly profess that being a child of the one and only King, Jesus, makes the top of my list. I am a new creation in Christ and the old man I was no longer exists as a result of His life-changing love, mercy and grace. I can't do anything to make Him love me more and nothing would cause Him to love me less. Let me just say, "He's Crazy About ME!" Even though I don't get it or deserve it. His love is Stubborn. If you don't know Him, ask me about what He has done for me. He's Crazy About YOU, too.</div><div>No. 2 - My beautiful wife, Dawn. She is an incredible woman. Her busyness wears me out. She used to read all the time(and still loves it) and I was going here, there and yonder. We have switched places. I like to read(not as much as she does) and she never sits down. She is unexpectedly witty and is a research fanatic. Don't ask her something that you really don't have to have the answer to because she can't help but research it. She has a plethora of knowledge.</div><div>No. 3 - My two amazing daughters. You might want to stop and move to no. 4 because I'm going into dad, brag mode. People are constantly telling me what great girls I raised. I must be honest and tell you that hey are great girls and they are awesome, strong, Christians and I did raise them the best I knew how, but I can't take the credit. They are the way they are because they too are children of the King. They make right and wrong decisions and live in flesh, but their heart's desire is to live for Christ and be moving in His direction. I can't wait to see where He takes them over the next 5 years, and I know they are excited about the journey as well. I know I didn't pray nearly enough, but I know He heard every prayer that I did pray and I'm grateful to Him for the blessing that they both are to Dawn and I.</div><div>No. 4 - Our families. Dawn and I have amazing families. I can't imagine being around families that are constantly at war with one another. The family you have is all you get. You don't get to choose them and you should make every attempt to make each moment with them special. When we get together there is no doubt that there will be much laughter and a good time. I love the fact that I am able to be me with my family. The memories we hold in our families could fill the pages of many books. We come from a long line of love. I mentioned laughter just a line or two back. I once heard that one minute of intense laughter was like a mile of internal jogging. I also know that laughter is healing. So if all this is true I should live a long life. My grandma, Leecy Keltch, is 98. I don't ever remember a time when we were together that most of it wasn't spent laughing. So that might explain her age. And her mind, you ask? She is a lot better there than I. If your family isn't close and you don't look forward to spending time with them, I encourage you to make amends, swallow your pride and make the most of every moment that you have left. Your children are probably going to treat you the way they see you treat your parents and family. Ouch!</div><div>No. 5 - Friends. I love my friends! I really don't know how people live life without friends. My heart's desire is to be a true friend. I think a friend is someone, that no matter when or where you see them, it's as if you where never away from one another. Thank God for friends!</div><div>No. 6 - Music. Music has been my friend, voice, release, hope and the list could go on and on. Music has so much to say and at times offers such quietness. It has the potential to take you where you could never go any other way, surprise you at just the right time, and calm a broken heart. You think you can live without it? Try and imagine for a moment what a movie, television show, Wii game or a long road trip would be without it. It is the universal language that never has to be interpreted. Priceless!</div><div>No. 7 - Vacations. I love the excitement of getting all ready to go. I love to just get away from the same old thing everyday. One of my favorite vacations is fishing. I used to not care much about fishing. After I taught school for 13 years I liked it because although you might not catch anything the phone never rings at the lake. Unless of course you take your cell phone.</div><div>No. 8 - A Clean House. I know it is weird. I like to clean house. I really don't like to sit down unless my house is clean. I feel dirty. I know I have OCD. It doesn't bother me to say it. It used to be worse than it is now. I have come a long way. I used to follow the girls around when they were toddlers and when they would put something down, because they were through playing with it, I would put it away. Like to drove myself nuts. I couldn't help it. It made me nervous to see it just laying there. I hate to go on vacation with my house dirty because I don't like to come home to a dirty house. Think about it. When you come home you have suitcases to put away and laundry to do. Why would you want to clean house too? I keep thinking I'll get over it and sometimes I force myself to leave something laying in the floor. Then I will go to do something else and it's as if my hand has a magnet in it and I, without thinking, pick it up. You're laughing right now, I know. It is worse than that. I have a counting problem too. If I am hammering, stirring cookies, turning a light bulb into the socket, brushing my teeth, whatever has some sort of sequence to it; I'm counting. Drives me crazy! I tell myself to stop but seconds later, I'm doing it again. Don't worry, it isn't contagious. Or maybe it is. My poor daughter Sarah is just like me. Sorry baby.</div><div>No. 9 - Senior Adults. I love 'em! They are a blessing. So full of wisdom. So many stories. Sometimes grumpy, but it makes me laugh. Because I know someday I will probably be just like that. Their love is so genuine.</div><div>No. 10 - You know what this is. Flying!!! I won't repeat my entire story about flying. Read one of my first blogs. Every since I was 8, I dreamed of it. Now God has given me the opportunity. Did I say, God is so Good!" And someday, when it's my time; "I'll Fly Away!"</div><div>So, there you go. That took me well over two hours. Now I know why I don't blog. That ball over there on the floor needs picked up and I haven't cleaned my bathroom yet. Hee! Hee!</div><div><br /></div><div>Now I choose the following ten people to take the challenge. Dawn Castor, Bonnie Castor, Marilyn Jones, Andrea Cosby, Ed Laird, Becky Whiteley, Sally Luthi, Mandy Cheap, Janice Brown, and Brett Allen. Have Fun!</div>Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-38037482635916287482009-12-11T17:30:00.002-06:002009-12-11T17:59:30.825-06:00Long time, No Blog!I know, I know - where have I been? I was not born a writer. If this were a music site where you post yourself singing, I might be a little more current. But it's not. <div>I was just going to catch everyone up on my dream of flying. I'm just a little closer. This past Saturday, I did my cross-country, solo flight to Liberal, KS. I must admit I sort of put it off because I was afraid I might get lost. But I finally decided one night to plot the route and get on with it. IT WAS OUT OF THIS WORLD! I knew where I was the entire time and could even see family and friends homes. Landed in Liberal (pretty good), got out and checked my winds and did some minimal changes with that, went to the restroom (because you can't just pull over and take care of business) and flew back home. Now I have a solo tri-leg, cross-country and then go through the maneuvers again and then, finally, the flight test. Would love to finish in April. That would be exactly two years from the time I started. We'll see. Cost money, you know. But God has always provided the money for what has been completed so far. </div><div>There! I feel better. Maybe you won't think of me as a slacker for a while.</div>Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-14324425007417434722009-05-28T04:39:00.002-05:002009-05-28T04:53:27.444-05:00Official SeniorWhere did the time go? I can't believe Molly, my sweet little curly headed(it's natural) baby girl, is officially a Senior. After all I can't be a day over 30. Can I? Afraid so! She is hysterically funny. There is going to have to be a special guy out there who will tolerate here dry, quick wit. Whoever you are, I'm already praying for you. By the way did I tell you it is four in the morning and once more the dawning just woke up the wanting in me. Wow, that was a blast from the past. Me and my parents used to square dance to that song. Anyway, back to Molly. Whatever she decides to do, she will do well. She loves people and has the ability to tackle things that I would have never dreamed of tackling at her age. Does that mean I am only a year away from having an empty nest? Oh well, you know what they say, "If you love me give me wings." So Molly, soar! Love ya, Dad!Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-79948565796867628492009-05-24T14:29:00.007-05:002009-05-24T14:52:10.316-05:00You Can't Explain HIM Away!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQ0oTyg-CGTMdrXtXUwIb5sqkadP9UQkYfwaWqnS5jkhPquNcccOSer-FdhlJKNfL9ZSpXDUy1TmsMEzGOTGcWd9wqSYMoDX2lFUQbRheIsxWMH3RGCEmAof97eWFQdp2Rnlb9n8iv5Bi/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQ0oTyg-CGTMdrXtXUwIb5sqkadP9UQkYfwaWqnS5jkhPquNcccOSer-FdhlJKNfL9ZSpXDUy1TmsMEzGOTGcWd9wqSYMoDX2lFUQbRheIsxWMH3RGCEmAof97eWFQdp2Rnlb9n8iv5Bi/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339477087567360338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaX8iTTA9Ht8KFYJofMyf-guINcIQSBulRJFJVik1SBPgT1ovG-Lwj_g_ubMNKY1ztCUzS-dMCw7umJW7oFf42Jvmqm5Lbg_ZNBHF3gfHuezoec9bRfAVFaUVJgVQWYqophdGNXX1e4ujA/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaX8iTTA9Ht8KFYJofMyf-guINcIQSBulRJFJVik1SBPgT1ovG-Lwj_g_ubMNKY1ztCUzS-dMCw7umJW7oFf42Jvmqm5Lbg_ZNBHF3gfHuezoec9bRfAVFaUVJgVQWYqophdGNXX1e4ujA/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339476701577558082" border="0" /></a><br />Don't have a stroke! I am blogging for the first time in a long time. It is just that I talk to most of you through Facebook so I don't have any reason to blog. However, the back yard, at the Castor house, is coming to life and just wanted to share some nice shots. Man if you don't believe that there is a God, then look at these flowers and tell me how an explosion could have created such beauty. Sorry, it is impossible! No matter how you might try to explain HIM away, He has and continues to leave His fingerprint on everything.<br /><br /><br /><br />Praise to the Creator of all living things!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggT27aNlozEnVHoInY2ZYROh4LD-Gpijq6YnijxbtFLDBq_TbsRTAEel9aBdz7aR1SxKk3KCCKgwxjq4W0VWIB09xOeGtGZ1TnXqobep3Xue_CZHHdSRQP_fX3ulXKRj9wnRzjiubiZNWN/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggT27aNlozEnVHoInY2ZYROh4LD-Gpijq6YnijxbtFLDBq_TbsRTAEel9aBdz7aR1SxKk3KCCKgwxjq4W0VWIB09xOeGtGZ1TnXqobep3Xue_CZHHdSRQP_fX3ulXKRj9wnRzjiubiZNWN/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339478114613238098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Then, we have the patio fountain that we spent a large part of the day making. It was a lot of fun and turned out pretty cool! Have some minor tweaking to do to it plant wise. Family fun on Saturday!Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-32850271641442948782009-03-28T11:38:00.006-05:002009-03-28T13:19:05.071-05:00"If Pets could Talk"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1Xm7_hHN2TeKpIuodGAcuMS-uKw64IfV5uHdmGkdj64z5IzPBF8xUGJh5MXKABsLwJbUG94f9YDr-ztRsnluOciesqw9kFHhUEGSHwUUviY2BQNiof0ILWpBdYN41Mhd7cF-jR9yhNQP/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1Xm7_hHN2TeKpIuodGAcuMS-uKw64IfV5uHdmGkdj64z5IzPBF8xUGJh5MXKABsLwJbUG94f9YDr-ztRsnluOciesqw9kFHhUEGSHwUUviY2BQNiof0ILWpBdYN41Mhd7cF-jR9yhNQP/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318296477743315458" /></a><br />Have you ever wondered what animals think when they went 'out' the night before and there was somewhere to "go" and then they get up the next morning, you open the door, the cold air hits them in the face and they look at you like you are stupid or like you must be punishing them. <div><br /></div><div>This morning, Daisy was the first one to become aware that the earth had been consumed by a whole bunch of white fluff. She knew the yard had to be out there somewhere but, "where?" </div><div><br /></div><div> First, it was to the north end of the porch, where the fluff seemed taller than her and she surely would disappear if she dared step into it. Then it was toward the familiar spot, but, "how do I get there?" "I think I can smell it in the air, but has some one bleached the grass." "I better find a spot quick or it's going to be to late." She looked at me like, "could you please help me, I'm fixin' to explode. She had that look on her face--you know, that one of desperation she gets right before she throws up and knows she is going to get in trouble, but she can't do anything about it. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I picked her up, looked for the most shallow place, and sort of gently toss her in that direction. Oops! where did she go? Oh, "there she is," when she pops up, as if the snow regurgitates her up. Well that was all it took. Sort of like when warm water hits us, she wet right there on the patio. So I was nice and scooped a place where she generally goes, right off of the sidewalk so she would have some grass to 'go' on.<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTTS6J4BcdvGFI4OIYev3J4mt-jhgaSP3sCg4MjEKlSPRJS8MslIQKtrnGRC92uYZyfEwkk6sWW89F95Cg7PWEBmp-AzXX6uyyKjRt1EDAyq2vqvHCieFuno3Px463yspmk-GQuE_e17px/s320/042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318297030046994418" /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div>Then Patch, our cat, was exposed to her horror. She came in this morning, about 5 a.m. and I knew she wanted out but I wasn't quite ready to get up. You know how it is, you finally would be able to sleep past 6 a.m. and it's like your kids are little again. She stood over us with her delightful "meow" --sort-of-soft, baby kitty sound. Of course, when you don't move, that voice crescendos to a fortissimo at accelerando speed. (I had to throw some musical terms in for interest!) </div><div><br /></div><div> So I finally got up and went to the door. She always holds it until the last minute when she senses there has been a weather change outside. They have that innate instinct that something has happened outside, they are just not sure what it is. Anyway, when I opened the door, she rushed to it with determination, but the blizzard cold front hit her whiskers and she cowered back in. However, the situation was pressing and there was not much time left. So, with resignation she hunkered down and made her way out. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Have you ever noticed when something in your life is a drastic distraction - like for a cat, 4 to 6 feet snow drifts, 27 degree temperatures, with a 25 mph winds hitting you in the face - the urge momentarily subsides. Because she stood there for a moment, and then with a look of curiosity, ventured to what in her mind used to be the edge of the porch. Looked out at the endless mounds of uh, uh, uh, well I'm not sure what the white it is. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then, you know how a cat will stick its paw in a hole to see what's in there? She slowly stuck her paw down in the snow, off of the edge of the porch, reaching further and deeper. </div><div><div>She never reached the bottom because the snow was at least a 1 ft. right there and it's as if she said, "just as I thought, it's gone, the ground has been swallowed up by who knows what." </div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLVVIjVI6ScLRXihbtu8xUvRSb1voiLP5cS6cbmnMt8IwGAlopHIOB3jq8Lo21I51Vhp1CmOJsAV0q-4Z3Zb0_Nqu4LjM61o6P0wsWOQKgYrrZiN6kXsTjKk2gChMWBdKGR-Pwg0AVuEY/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318295012305767906" /><div><br /></div><div>She then came back to her senses because the urge hit her again. She raced to the window and stood meowing with desperation in her cry. </div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, Dawn and I are standing in the kitchen, looking out the window laughing, as she continues to beller!</div><div><br /></div><div>After taking pictures, because I wanted to share this story, I let her in. I don't believe I have ever seen her move so quickly to the litter box, which she never uses, except for in the state of an emergency, and this definitely was one of those times.</div><br /></div></div>Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-52229735274826159182009-02-28T19:15:00.005-06:002009-02-28T19:58:36.175-06:00I know most of you are thinking I need to write something on my blog. Well I joined facebook and it is a lot easier to keep up with because you leave a little note on the wall and move on. I never was very good at writing. That's strange too because I have a pretty big imagination. I'm just more of a hands-on, get it done kind of guy. My girls definitely didn't get there writing ability from me. <div><br /><div>This weekend was kind of a test run for the empty nest syndrome for Dawn and Me. Molly went and spent the weekend with Sarah. They had several things on their agenda. Dawn and I took a little road trip over to Enid. We picked up a picture frame for a new picture that we had printed. Then we ran into J.C. Penney's for just a moment, ate at Rib Crib(Mm, Mm) and finally stopped by Lowes. Nothing really urgent, but a nice, enjoyable evening together. Saturday we did our usual McDonalds breakfast where we caught up with Larry and Laura Douglas and what was going on in their world. Then some errands and then home. My mom and dad stopped by and had lunch with us, then we made Toll House chocolate chip cookies, discussed whether or not we should have those for supper, went and pick-up supper from DQ and just were lazy the rest of the evening. </div><div><br /></div><div>The next couple of months are going to be busy so I'm enjoying being lazy for the moment. Next week and every week except Spring Break Molly and I have play practice most Sunday afternoons, Monday, Tuesday and Thursday night rehearsals for "Annie." I have a two day conference to go to with the other staff next week on Thursday and Friday. Saturday, March 14, Molly and I are going with the church to the Galveston area for a mission trip. Then in April it is the end of school stuff with Molly(prom, state contest, the musical, etc). Then Leland, my dad and I received a guided striper fishing trip from our wives the last Tuesday and Wednesday of April. </div><div>I can't wait until May gets here. Except I'm not sure it is going to be any less hectic. </div></div>Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-55346155556839414452009-01-24T19:19:00.003-06:002009-01-24T19:44:51.988-06:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3fdOr0hnTu1MMq8RzrqxDMgb3PWBqp4IzOW38Jw5pxpqkry2G_jVJOKFVZHrhdXQMrr3Auul5vivm6oqv6das0ypWCTSxfFX2YBfBJZPXp3XQTr2PPjDNA2_4V3apLUcOT_Vnqb8Xzaqn/s1600-h/HPIM4438.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295040300080252082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3fdOr0hnTu1MMq8RzrqxDMgb3PWBqp4IzOW38Jw5pxpqkry2G_jVJOKFVZHrhdXQMrr3Auul5vivm6oqv6das0ypWCTSxfFX2YBfBJZPXp3XQTr2PPjDNA2_4V3apLUcOT_Vnqb8Xzaqn/s320/HPIM4438.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tonight I made my awesome spaghetti for supper. It was divine. I must confess that it comes from a box but we add a lot to it to make it our own. My girls like it the best. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Today was great! It started this morning. I flew at 8:00. I am doing what they call "under the hood" manuevers, where you wear goggles so you can only see the instruments. Today we were working on spatial disorientaion. You say what in the world is that. Well, the instructor has you put your head down and close your eyes and he flies the plane and it feels like you are on a rollercoster then when you are disoriented he says, "ok, you have the controls; recover. The first time we decended 1000 feet in about 2 or 3 seconds before I had the plane back to level flight. The second time was a lot better. It wasn't too bad. </div><br /><div>Then when I got home we went and picked up some things at Wal-Mart. </div><br /><div><strong>Then</strong> we went and had lunch with Mom and Dad, Leland and Crystal, Daniel and Bobbi.</div><br /><div>In the afternoon we went and looked at Leland and Crystal's remodel job. It is really looking good. </div><br /><div><strong><em>Then</em></strong> I had a great nap, made supper and relaxed for the rest of the evening.</div>Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-89911035789306765052009-01-01T10:39:00.013-06:002009-01-01T11:40:20.568-06:00"Witness" ReunionIn 1986, a group of four guys and a gal formed a gospel singing group. The group "Witness" began to sing all over Oklahoma and the tri-state area. Witness was blessed to be able to record in an Oklahoma City studio in 1987, Benson Sound. It was an awesome time, we were young and God blessed. Most of our music was written by group members, and then we also did some of the older numbers and some of the contemporary of the day. Our last concert was on December 31, 1993, until yesterday.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286367297322157586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9SagWtBY_AUeNQk8hR558ezCydD4CBAtX6PbkksSuJoLfqj3rWcXwNTs41ywlv-h19PDGaqc0T0Bux28LA5rRg52UjQxUwR-r1hTOklefRuFdYEM3PfgzZrobcLZESMooDhYSnphijj8/s400/Witness%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div><div></div><div>After 15 years, children, grandchildren, job changes, and a plethora of many other life chapters, the group once again sang in a New Year's Eve. concert. We met at 10:00 a.m. at the Countryside Baptist Church in the Newalla/Harrah area. We rehearsed for about 2 hours and boy what age does to the voice and the memory. It was a blast!<br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286371389487456290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlqgzb6GkLCQDadcUXM2X38VtCzVMJorLCyyYPtBSSOMlbjqDZu6oRL-i3-E0pHzkNHOnOZYHDIbAo_J0DMilmWkmEnb80_ZCTqlF22KdgkbeZIGhrkBEHVAB6Fz7n1Lcupuq3T6o16IC/s400/HPIM0425.JPG" border="0" />Brad, our drummer, and his wife Pam opened their home to all of us in the afternoon where we had great food and spent our time catching up on all that has happened over the last 15 years. We determined that we must not wait so long next time to get together just to visit. After all, that would make all of us over 58. I can say that because I'm the baby of the group and I'm 43. </div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286373314600712578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWASF-Kx0gzJqQUA92lQC_eMlzsU-J-C-yPshcZY01lUXnrQ5c1UmLQt77iExl7tqTUgUgNFbQZIBMPuagGq85yH_Kr2dSNMNZhkELBlAgt_3eJEQVr9MbYGyAzYULz0XNa_ejRPz648RG/s400/HPIM0444.JPG" border="0" />The concert was great! It started at 7:00 p.m. with several other groups playing and we enjoyed the laid-back atmosphere with food and fellowship. Sure beats going out and getting drunk and the next morning having no idea what you did. Not that I would know. <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmPbl1MtrMWA8bFI8EEe7HXOErmpRxERa5epvtE_eVHJ265mljRullzECZM8BZPv8uEc0o3LFX8sBat9fqj_6RwW7URMaAlFiL-59vUjd7Y79PEACd2sBQEFUqJWuzTrDJViQLmGZDa2T/s1600-h/Witness+Album.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286374094263795266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmPbl1MtrMWA8bFI8EEe7HXOErmpRxERa5epvtE_eVHJ265mljRullzECZM8BZPv8uEc0o3LFX8sBat9fqj_6RwW7URMaAlFiL-59vUjd7Y79PEACd2sBQEFUqJWuzTrDJViQLmGZDa2T/s320/Witness+Album.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNz3lDwsq3Uzm2AfdQvbuqwcLPFeCH208iUui15fGv1BJ5E_VkSxa2iry5LSjqNlLaaRR1j6QLzu6_PYVtyXWzGE6SEujgeINjsEwi7IrLxz0y7eZVwWZ3oOiymjQG-uPEip2y_T-7-YSD/s1600-h/HPIM0435.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286374546660182274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNz3lDwsq3Uzm2AfdQvbuqwcLPFeCH208iUui15fGv1BJ5E_VkSxa2iry5LSjqNlLaaRR1j6QLzu6_PYVtyXWzGE6SEujgeINjsEwi7IrLxz0y7eZVwWZ3oOiymjQG-uPEip2y_T-7-YSD/s320/HPIM0435.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNz3lDwsq3Uzm2AfdQvbuqwcLPFeCH208iUui15fGv1BJ5E_VkSxa2iry5LSjqNlLaaRR1j6QLzu6_PYVtyXWzGE6SEujgeINjsEwi7IrLxz0y7eZVwWZ3oOiymjQG-uPEip2y_T-7-YSD/s1600-h/HPIM0435.JPG"></a></div><div></div><div>By the way if you come into Watonga, a little over the speed limit, they will stop you and visit with you about where you are going in such a hurry! </div></div></div></div>Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-41399691461147170852008-12-05T17:10:00.002-06:002008-12-05T17:27:47.144-06:00Flying UpdateI have completed another FAA requirement. Last night(12-04-08)I did my cross-country night flight. It was really awesome! Our route was to Fairview and the cool thing was as soon as we got on the East edge of Woodward you could already see the beacon light at Fairview. Going was great and I stayed right on course.<br /><br />On the trip back my instructor shut the lights off as to assimilate an electrical failure. I only got off course a little. I was able to correct the flight path and fly right into Woodward. It is easy to get disoriented up there, in the dark, unable to see landmarks and know for sure that what you see is really what you think it is. Thank the Lord, that someday when I fly with a license, I can take a GPS. Next is some more ground work and then a daytime cross country to Enid. One step at a time. It's great fun!Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-51533031859661336202008-11-27T06:15:00.006-06:002008-11-27T06:45:52.387-06:00Happy Thanksgiving!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjaxxAoxxXd_9XKE1MiV3YWZRA0VePuHhQLAJpUdGhv-QWojlJKe4xSRh1wfi1S2r32ajrB_kXxxLJQ-bnajZnF8UiQhsgsKhgHmJVgr71RTpM4ebNH1q1sq5EOBcYEghJX9QCwCABS-X/s1600-h/HPIM4138.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjaxxAoxxXd_9XKE1MiV3YWZRA0VePuHhQLAJpUdGhv-QWojlJKe4xSRh1wfi1S2r32ajrB_kXxxLJQ-bnajZnF8UiQhsgsKhgHmJVgr71RTpM4ebNH1q1sq5EOBcYEghJX9QCwCABS-X/s400/HPIM4138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273315898254487874" /></a><br />Dawn and I enjoyed our Wednesday in the kitchen together making pies for Thanksgiving. It was a lot of fun. The menu of pies includes Pumpkin, Pecan, Mile high lemon meringue, Coconut cream and cherry. Thanksgiving day will be spent in Sharon at my grandma Keltch's house, who is 97. Family there will be my mom and dad, grandma Keltch and grandma Castor, several aunts and uncles and cousins. Then on Friday we will go to Dawns parents. I have so much to be thankful for and am blessed beyond measure. I'm so grateful for my salvation in Christ. I pray your Thanksgiving day is a tremendous one spent with family and friends and I want to encourage you to find something to be thankful for. If you are reading this you must be alive and that would be one reason to be thankful.Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-29929730286203631822008-11-25T07:12:00.000-06:002008-11-25T07:17:23.417-06:00What Part of Thanksgiving are You?<table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"><tr><td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"><span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><strong>You Are Mashed Potatoes</strong></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatpartofthanksgivingareyouquiz/mashed-potatoes.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color:#000000;">Ordinary, comforting, and more than a little predictable<br />You're the glue that holds everyone together.</span></td></tr></table><div align="center">http://www.blogthings.com/whatpartofthanksgivingareyouquiz/" What Part of Thanksgiving Are You?</div>Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-43244695558988442962008-11-01T11:38:00.001-05:002008-11-25T07:11:56.743-06:00My Past Punkins!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3JOERmp9aKxuZJIpJI9PQWecKRIQuH6byfASN0DLCCtw6x5l-Wyn-lphxUiT0PMlMfyjtd8LtYArSf19zcY-Zq_fvbHrJOCdQTaJq-BX8svpvkBGafjm3YE89_H4RSthHrMj5emvdbKq/s1600-h/Fairy+Sarie.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263733376287316978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3JOERmp9aKxuZJIpJI9PQWecKRIQuH6byfASN0DLCCtw6x5l-Wyn-lphxUiT0PMlMfyjtd8LtYArSf19zcY-Zq_fvbHrJOCdQTaJq-BX8svpvkBGafjm3YE89_H4RSthHrMj5emvdbKq/s400/Fairy+Sarie.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Wanted you to see some of my past little punkins. Now they are all grown up. The first picture is of the girls Molly 4 and Sarah 7 carving pumpkins. I was amazed this year when Sarah brought home some baked pumpkin seeds. They were excellent! When they were little we would always soak, coat with seasonings and bake. She remembered that after all these years and didn't call for direction. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV0YOtkAegLDnxpmv9_FSC6YMDDMlAwZ9pYpeYJuSuNgCjSgTtx075IJqgBjnqMFn8yLxpKNIPx5nS_gHL6oZD6UZ6BiVt8uu55t49vnO-UHMAPqD-S19LnwkcnhXICM26ZnLylnavI1Lg/s1600-h/Pumpkin+guts.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263732727509684098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV0YOtkAegLDnxpmv9_FSC6YMDDMlAwZ9pYpeYJuSuNgCjSgTtx075IJqgBjnqMFn8yLxpKNIPx5nS_gHL6oZD6UZ6BiVt8uu55t49vnO-UHMAPqD-S19LnwkcnhXICM26ZnLylnavI1Lg/s400/Pumpkin+guts.jpg" border="0" /></a>The next picture is Sarah probably 3 or 4 years old. I think she had just flown in from helping Peter pan take on Captain Hook. Then we have Molly after she had spent a weekend with our family in Arkansas. That's what happens when you don't brush your teeth for a week or two.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263733921632614626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGRtq6NCq8tUigv3nuh9E0hPLFVNQqh9vPEndqN1yn6wSr7ib29qkFqma-1EDrK-aBXoGlwpFyw_ldIoUQ-Gw7oNUtxs1DMnys3TQbFYJw_0s1OcGGXySvkzZLYuYqBqNGUh0acifMNtg/s400/Hillbilly+Molly.JPG" border="0" /> Then when they were about 7 and 10 they were rockin' and rollin' in there poodle skirts.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263734465873571490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguscx7muBppWHU35OYLzSATpSjcE9UgNTUVilmNOfOOO9NjTq3U2wspkYOaqMl-RBmkTrLEF_v62BdmHnyggQGp59SuZ7gMLIgqEOinmjVpvmSl_B-6PDeILMmlgSNViQrNMZVveeWgDcN/s400/Poodle+Dolls.JPG" border="0" /> This year we had our third Kid Fest at First Baptist Church in Woodward and we had well over 1,000. It was a lot of fun and we left the church about 11:00 p.m. I'm so glad we have an extra hour to sleep tonight.</div>Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-86916157753840801532008-09-26T12:04:00.000-05:002008-10-06T21:33:56.465-05:00Dreams Really Come True!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Emm7vXVATP9yRD6bWQZ_MqvV2dHwZNPruAHrFUEbnwmbdNtIn9FWF4TYokl-mJ476FMvKNKDWIXPK0WDlILQPra6mXoKuJsmOUvUtaspRWfS73G8yJCX06j5hn-bqks244lmz-rjStTD/s1600-h/dadfly2sig.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254234487079999778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Emm7vXVATP9yRD6bWQZ_MqvV2dHwZNPruAHrFUEbnwmbdNtIn9FWF4TYokl-mJ476FMvKNKDWIXPK0WDlILQPra6mXoKuJsmOUvUtaspRWfS73G8yJCX06j5hn-bqks244lmz-rjStTD/s400/dadfly2sig.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWm0UVM-I8yeed596C6j-U4WekmS-9H5gjweegzcWtAvf9v_1rz1aGNePxCuXGzA0O0f_OfDJo77ltoooClTWP2fzkqD64mgUBF5XOkP_L23p0Bv4cWCX1vVv1kixFBMfZUaBvLe8qY-O/s1600-h/dadfly1sig.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>When I was about 8 - 10 years old we had a pastor, Herb Masters, who offered a challenge at bible school to bring more of our friends. The prize was an airplane ride in his personal airplane. I was one of the recipients. I can remember always wanting to learn to fly from that moment. That has been a goal of mine since that time. Many years ago I made a commitment to myself that I would, with the Lords help, learn to fly in my forties. When I delivered mail, out on route 3 which went right by the airport, I would dream that I would someday be taking off in an airplane at that airport. Well, not only have I taken off from that airport many times this last year, but Tuesday evening I accomplished the first step of my goal. My instructor and I did a couple of take-offs and landings where he was just along for the ride. After the second landing, when we got back in the air, he told me he had all faith that I could take-off and land that plane by myself and ask if I was ready. Because my instructor is the best and God had helped me with my confidence, I agreed. We landed, he got out, I taxed down to the north end of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">runway</span>, made my call, "Woodward traffic, Cessna 5453 mike, departing one-seven, west Woodward," proceeded to the run way, wound it up, and off I went. Stayed in the flight pattern, which is left-crosswind, left-downwind, left-base, and final. Then I set her down on that runway. My first SOLO! What an awesome experience! Thanks to Randy Schultz(my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">instructor</span>), my family and friends and most of all, to God. </div></div>Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-15287525610042605252008-08-29T08:43:00.001-05:002008-08-29T08:44:39.301-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHLpJhq_EzAOltlGYoaVBAbh0vjjwBmZyBM3ZZBDjaqB-hjQARY3hLJC24ubwOzaCuVjahQyXogQ5aXDboZ5NFyQQSrCQGTEWMp9ogXKf0xXTRyO8LjXcJqU8mSW5-s0vjlwO5P1J7p7s/s1600-h/Steve+1992.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239935016410214930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHLpJhq_EzAOltlGYoaVBAbh0vjjwBmZyBM3ZZBDjaqB-hjQARY3hLJC24ubwOzaCuVjahQyXogQ5aXDboZ5NFyQQSrCQGTEWMp9ogXKf0xXTRyO8LjXcJqU8mSW5-s0vjlwO5P1J7p7s/s320/Steve+1992.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I yearbooked one of my buddies. Can you guess who it is?</div>Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-38635854974470701272008-08-26T19:06:00.000-05:002008-10-06T21:30:03.527-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit5iiIpCLimRDJvRSITdL3I-6-amlMTyceQB9XY_GMKDwO5yJyYMaeiBa0d-vLqhRFFIUhtOU3jao1no694G-iVyn4xN3k_0yP-hPPXexwSykSTmoAf5HHsWH8svisZkI-ciNNPGV6lOMh/s1600-h/les+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239912453820117042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit5iiIpCLimRDJvRSITdL3I-6-amlMTyceQB9XY_GMKDwO5yJyYMaeiBa0d-vLqhRFFIUhtOU3jao1no694G-iVyn4xN3k_0yP-hPPXexwSykSTmoAf5HHsWH8svisZkI-ciNNPGV6lOMh/s320/les+5.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgeS31jpGC6TSZi716-cztblzxlTE28nlYPORcK9eO5e592edWF5RX09aSv7bxKqzcnEERA60LOWiwtlHOFYhAL1T1J6zqd0hu0Xgau3Wkbdkvptd0whcsd_iU77qNWSlCx1aq29u1bs2t/s1600-h/les+1990.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239912716030230498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgeS31jpGC6TSZi716-cztblzxlTE28nlYPORcK9eO5e592edWF5RX09aSv7bxKqzcnEERA60LOWiwtlHOFYhAL1T1J6zqd0hu0Xgau3Wkbdkvptd0whcsd_iU77qNWSlCx1aq29u1bs2t/s320/les+1990.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>I laughed at Sally's Pictures until I hurt. So, I did some and had a lot of fun. Here they are!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239912337833672866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ODRJgnLNRlhdUaf9uQ1aefzdH7XxB4LhQglwwSrS7nqn51amHIt1XGOFdcTTXkPXuCEgt71ztvXCzxFvLqDqwEvOkSB8eoBEXAIFwN1IUg8aRkykOY8X8NDEA5HBNuT2A19ucQm_JU0N/s320/les+4.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzpWkpDFqmmYuoXCGJ2FR_0ewP_X9sLENDYODJw3mkWxDd37-vVglFvqN8aR4Q-uhhEijCcCI_goP_wwTGAELnjsYU8fiRwl3KX8iyjrGCnkx6tBcAV7B6t9trYhRUFsg6sZQrt7S-qnsc/s1600-h/les+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239912102744680738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzpWkpDFqmmYuoXCGJ2FR_0ewP_X9sLENDYODJw3mkWxDd37-vVglFvqN8aR4Q-uhhEijCcCI_goP_wwTGAELnjsYU8fiRwl3KX8iyjrGCnkx6tBcAV7B6t9trYhRUFsg6sZQrt7S-qnsc/s320/les+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSiWAp5hMLNUprAHnkDa6PCArRprUoV1qaPP9JGlehkdTr0y5UkxzuqsGOYhUTdwwLFIO-qYj_lbI0Kfo-XNGcj1fWGR6OpmuoNRSiAAEbQ3Yr-r9tcwh-JtEKUSO6yXprZzywtA7bLiPZ/s1600-h/les+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239912585052215458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSiWAp5hMLNUprAHnkDa6PCArRprUoV1qaPP9JGlehkdTr0y5UkxzuqsGOYhUTdwwLFIO-qYj_lbI0Kfo-XNGcj1fWGR6OpmuoNRSiAAEbQ3Yr-r9tcwh-JtEKUSO6yXprZzywtA7bLiPZ/s320/les+6.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239911735726169186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJyGKFWsXtwXOLAnZ8AHKDrOSfj9v8eNGfgaE_F7u7jWWb2uHG08iqYfQWlr9de5Vvk9o1Go7Sg-_qmTxbLI-NTV7EnbOj-mCxOKb8C9sG3HDqc6nK26rIWIPhoSnt6AShhclXei24q1ks/s320/les+1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg574_P8ymkWDoGw5wNWefgwt6vJXQksMdaK_DgdNKIF5ueLr57ArYlKdrKOYPXx2KBc6XhRtGSsh12X62opz31epyMzxoin0D8ANu7TKaTcVV5Ekd7CW8UiMfA8umtUuUj2EByxWo7sNoN/s1600-h/les1998.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239911606180939090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg574_P8ymkWDoGw5wNWefgwt6vJXQksMdaK_DgdNKIF5ueLr57ArYlKdrKOYPXx2KBc6XhRtGSsh12X62opz31epyMzxoin0D8ANu7TKaTcVV5Ekd7CW8UiMfA8umtUuUj2EByxWo7sNoN/s320/les1998.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCdGCGcxjIFYTpzTHO_QdLmmqLLYDNNjPE4pMgCdnj7_iUKyJaTwfBl0P0cIf75K26VAylfDB9vf_LypwykB0IkQWrHsgNLH8424dqn9DHKh82PIfgfc8-4GOMk0wx4BdePVhl4KJ9jvzz/s1600-h/les+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239911931200728018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="229" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCdGCGcxjIFYTpzTHO_QdLmmqLLYDNNjPE4pMgCdnj7_iUKyJaTwfBl0P0cIf75K26VAylfDB9vf_LypwykB0IkQWrHsgNLH8424dqn9DHKh82PIfgfc8-4GOMk0wx4BdePVhl4KJ9jvzz/s320/les+2.jpg" width="163" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-6779706474526151212008-08-23T20:41:00.001-05:002008-08-23T21:05:42.103-05:00Flying Update<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHK483DcEWHXSKw48dql5YTI7l4cAbtQodi9yQXimD2gbPZ38-9Vq0OIs90ecz-hps4ODMzGXtscMWjcLKGkpHsRL_HWJ3MdjMs_897iTu5P3NpcOvLp2GYw1KDlNZYQtZkvq8m7Rum55J/s1600-h/DSC07028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237898498559245650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="267" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHK483DcEWHXSKw48dql5YTI7l4cAbtQodi9yQXimD2gbPZ38-9Vq0OIs90ecz-hps4ODMzGXtscMWjcLKGkpHsRL_HWJ3MdjMs_897iTu5P3NpcOvLp2GYw1KDlNZYQtZkvq8m7Rum55J/s320/DSC07028.JPG" width="364" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I currently have 16.4 hrs and should be able to solo in the next couple of lessons. The wind has not been cooperating. All of my touch and go's have been with a pretty strong cross wind. That has been a good thing because I get to practice those and am really starting to understand how much rudder it takes to keep the plane straight with the runway when you land however, Randy, my instructor, would like for me to have a lesson or two that is either calm or winds right down the <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRc3npG86XTuaE73aA4ZwJT2TM7R2LvdlzxDjZwdfaki6TGqBurrTjpuPxgTfUvLV-RA-QtpT8Dy_wps-1EK31s06Fe-UABeZnlllWCEY3ROiGc3NK9V_HbYpf7O2Uo2qKE3tl2vzZzqwr/s1600-h/DSC07005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237898066462539106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" height="337" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRc3npG86XTuaE73aA4ZwJT2TM7R2LvdlzxDjZwdfaki6TGqBurrTjpuPxgTfUvLV-RA-QtpT8Dy_wps-1EK31s06Fe-UABeZnlllWCEY3ROiGc3NK9V_HbYpf7O2Uo2qKE3tl2vzZzqwr/s320/DSC07005.JPG" width="317" border="0" /></a>runway so I can experience some landings where there is not so much going on. Today, Saturday, I went to have a lesson and there was a cross wind again. Sarah had gone with me, because she wanted to take some pictures of me for her photography class, and so because we decided to hold off on another cross wind landing Randy took her up and let her take some pictures from the sky. Here she is before she took off and then after she landed. Now I think she might want to take lessons; someday. Randy Shultz is a great guy and instructor.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-53468807302095812692008-08-19T09:10:00.000-05:002008-08-19T09:17:36.715-05:00Family NewsTwo weeks ago today memaw(Grandma Castor) put herself in the Vici nursing home. It has been difficult for her because she misses her stuff. She would like to be in a private room, not because of her room mate but because she is used to her own space. I'm sure once she is there for another week or two she will begin to adjust. My dad is able to go by every other week each day because his route goes right through there. Last week he stopped everyday and took something to her or brought something back she decided she didn't want right now because of no room to keep it. At least she gets three good meals a day and some one around at all times if she needs them.Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-69257835152960124792008-07-30T20:54:00.000-05:002008-12-09T06:42:37.972-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8IT1gzMggKPCHXn_CI2eU8PjSiD6FKzIMeASMqL9xZmiyuJGrKn0z-SjfC8NuUooCA7gwqK5vBv9PPi7VOhjq9ekJUdZP9u5b6ui2UmpjUGMSwM0ofI7he_HvGDsfxRU0qcZ2iYVUkJNB/s1600-h/HPIM3668.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8IT1gzMggKPCHXn_CI2eU8PjSiD6FKzIMeASMqL9xZmiyuJGrKn0z-SjfC8NuUooCA7gwqK5vBv9PPi7VOhjq9ekJUdZP9u5b6ui2UmpjUGMSwM0ofI7he_HvGDsfxRU0qcZ2iYVUkJNB/s320/HPIM3668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228991682245513682" /></a><br />The Mountains in North Carolina are a sight to behold. This is a veiw from the Garden area of the Biltmore estate. By the way make sure you look at the full view picture at the bottom in the photos of the full view of the estate.Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-41628827929183086522008-07-30T20:46:00.000-05:002008-12-09T06:42:38.299-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5C9p7RXhftbnrFbfaLbcwIMzl4D_P-DUAW54p0D3cvIJodUIIumS8wteTNP7rbJ5aPgBfroMKbykhqMP-GW1mBokNfWD2nWgLGPy-W9E00PQNVb6F6XvGGOp_qdgddawMUEy18z99SkI/s1600-h/HPIM3680.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5C9p7RXhftbnrFbfaLbcwIMzl4D_P-DUAW54p0D3cvIJodUIIumS8wteTNP7rbJ5aPgBfroMKbykhqMP-GW1mBokNfWD2nWgLGPy-W9E00PQNVb6F6XvGGOp_qdgddawMUEy18z99SkI/s320/HPIM3680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228990460779849458" /></a><br />This is Dawn in front of the Biltmore main Conservatory Greenhouse. One of the many greenhouses among the 5 gardens and bass pond. It was beautiful!Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-70747363103197420982008-07-30T20:27:00.000-05:002008-12-09T06:42:38.481-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFN2lBKB_AlPyJD3G-tpXTavgHw7zCNTXGguaytLQKUZj6W-TgUnil3QxDK3WlsFHeOCM1q8781eK22FX2BuCAPmoGLOmqhoHpMackoFyEbTGuxgDkzgbqUzlLwTlSm4zVE-gWZJw91enx/s1600-h/HPIM3655.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFN2lBKB_AlPyJD3G-tpXTavgHw7zCNTXGguaytLQKUZj6W-TgUnil3QxDK3WlsFHeOCM1q8781eK22FX2BuCAPmoGLOmqhoHpMackoFyEbTGuxgDkzgbqUzlLwTlSm4zVE-gWZJw91enx/s320/HPIM3655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228987243862417714" /></a><br />Today was awesome, Dawn and I, before we had to register at the choral festival music conference in Spartanburg, South Carolina, took in the Biltmore mansion. Well, to try and tell you how it looked or explain its magnitude, I couldn't even get close. It has 250 rooms, 33 family and guest rooms 43 bathrooms, 65 fireplaces, 3 kitchens, and an indoor swimming pool. It sits in the middle of 125,000 acres of forest, farms and dairies and five pleasure gardens. I'm sure you know this family as the Vanderbilts. You must go see it some time. We were there for 6 hours and could have stayed another 2 or 3. What a birthday present Dawn got me! That's me at the front door of the mansion.Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-2065992274033112342008-07-26T20:02:00.000-05:002008-12-09T06:42:38.580-06:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzgHNlNf7KnQNZ6REfESOXsS99reaDoflFr0UqDGi-t3IuxnxauKvDoaH3Z8S6KKss16-70mP0GhJFSBBG3YD10VGkZORlRN8_0rD_pktJEqJe5aPhtMXQBEI6cZ0hW1CWtDK23NJMIQtS/s1600-h/HPIM3624.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227497029401223762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzgHNlNf7KnQNZ6REfESOXsS99reaDoflFr0UqDGi-t3IuxnxauKvDoaH3Z8S6KKss16-70mP0GhJFSBBG3YD10VGkZORlRN8_0rD_pktJEqJe5aPhtMXQBEI6cZ0hW1CWtDK23NJMIQtS/s320/HPIM3624.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>July 25<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> was my Grandma <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Keltch's</span> 97<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> birthday. She is my mom's mother and she is still as sharp as a tack. Just because she is 97 doesn't mean she can't do anything either. In fact just a couple of weeks ago my mother, who spends three days a week with her was going out to mow the yard but was having difficulty getting the mower started. She came back in the house and told my grandma she was just going to wait for Tom(her brother) to get there and see if he could get it to going. Well she went on to do some other chores and noticed my grandma was gone. She <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">realized</span> she had gone outside and so she made her way out there to see what she was doing. Mind you she usually walks with a cane and has oxygen all the time. She had started the mower and ask my mom if she needed her to back it out of the garage for her as well. She has determination like no other.<br />Here is a picture of her and her children at her birthday party at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Vici</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">restaurant</span>. From the left the oldest living sister <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Aletha</span>, Jackie, Shirley, Tom and Bonnie(my mom). Of course my grandma is in the center(probably pinching someones behind)</div>Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-7061737648635104972008-07-07T20:49:00.001-05:002008-07-07T21:17:05.820-05:00We have been very busy this Summer. We spent the first full week of June with the senior adult, from church, on a trip to Indianapolis, Indiana taking in the National Baptist General Convention. Then we traveled a little farther down the highway and took in the Creation Museum. It is a must see! An entire family would enjoy the Museum. It basically takes a day and tickets are very reasonable. Don't miss this one. While I'm talking about the senior adults, just let me say I count it a priviledge to get to spend time with these folk.<br />We had a week at home and then off again to Falls Creek. It was the best year ever. The kids were incredible and we had several salvations, rededications and many calls to various ministries.<br />Home three days then it was off to Newcastle, Ok to help Brent and Andrea(Dawns little sister) move from Lavernia, TX. It was a lot of work but we had a great time.<br />We have a couple of weeks were we are not running then Molly will be off to Romania and Dawn and I will be going to South Carolina to a music conference. Keeps us out of trouble I guess.Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739203852575795366.post-24723577655165487092008-07-07T14:50:00.000-05:002008-07-08T13:58:01.155-05:00Just Getting StartedEverybody keeps telling me I need to have a blog! So here I go, I'm blogging. Oops! I got some on my fingers.Leshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548434845714845834noreply@blogger.com2