SIG Rascal 110… Electrified!

Rascal Box 4-6-13This is the box that the Rascal came in when it was brought home. Mind you, this Rascal needs to be put together once it comes out of the box; the tail needs to be attached, the wings put together, and the motor and nose added to it. To give you a little better perspective, I’m 5’10” tall. This is what Jay wanted for his birthday, though, so he got it. I had NO idea how he was going to fit this in his car. He barely gets the A-10 in there and the fuselage is around 71″ long (I know that I probably have that wrong and will have to edit this post to correct it).

 

Rascal Fuselage 4-6-13In this picture you can see that Jay has managed to unpack parts of his new plane. I think that he’s looking at it and thinking, “How in the WORLD am I going to fit this in my car??” Yeah… that’s what I’m wondering, too.

 

 

 

 

Rascal Wings 4-6-13We have a very tall ceiling in our family room. I’m guessing that it is around 8′ tall. Jay is attempting to assemble the wings, but as you can see they will not be able to stand up completely straight. Yes, I realize that this is a Rascal 110, but I still like the visual of how huge this electric plane is in our family room.

 

 

 

 

Assembled Rascal 4-6-13The Rascal is roughly assembled, no glue or anything, but it took up the entire family room. Wow. And yes, we are watching MST3K.

 

 

 

On BenchJay had the Rascal up on his work bench while putting the electronics into it. He doesn’t have room to put the wings on it in the workshop unless the whole thing is at an angle. It really is insane. I thought that the A-10 was large, but this one takes the gluten-free cake!

 

 

Covered BabyPrior to purchasing the ARF Rascal Jay had bought a kit for a little Rascal, or as I refer to it… Alfalfa. This was an actual kit that he had to build up from sticks and sheets of balsa. He enjoyed it, but this little guy just wasn’t going to be able to give him that power rush that he was looking for.

 

 

Daddy and BabyI couldn’t resist, though… I just had to put them together to see the size difference. Aren’t they cute??!

 

 

 

 

???????????????????????????????As you can see, Alfalfa isn’t even as tall as one of the wings. Awww!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TailsLook at the tails! This is my favorite picture of the two of these planes.

Now, if you were hoping for technical stuff you will have to wait until the next post on the Rascal. The only thing that I know for sure is that it has massive power. Jay’s goal was to be able to launch this plane from almost a standstill, and send it straight up. He was pretty impressed with it when he maidened it on Monday. The only thing that I know for sure is that it has a Hacker motor and Spectrum servos. Plus, it’s being run on a DX18. It has a Castle speed controller and a Spectrum receiver (obviously). I think that it’s a 12 channel receiver, actually. Somebody took video of it when Jay maidened it so if I get a link to the video I will post it for you.

Thanks for looking!

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The Bathroom Remodeling Project

???????????????????????????????This is our bathroom. This is actually the only bathroom that we have in the house. Many people have looked at us like we are crazy when we tell them this, but it works for us. At least, I thought it did. When you decide to remodel the only bathroom in your house that’s when you think that maybe another half bath would be nice.

From this angle it doesn’t look too bad. The floor looks nice, the paneling is nice and shiny, and nothing seems to be too badly out of date.

 

Shower BeforeThat’s when you pull back the shower curtain and this is what you saw…

The house was built in the 1950’s so it had a cast iron tub and based on some patterns that I saw on the wall, at one time the entire bathroom had ceramic tile on the walls. That must have gone bad because it was replaced with the paneling and this horrid tub surround. Now, this particular cast iron tub didn’t have much of a lip around the edge so if you didn’t keep a decent bead of caulk where the shower surround met the tub, you would get water dripping into the basement below. Not nice. It was so old that it was getting brittle and I was unable to clean it as I wanted.

Bathroom Before 2I have no idea what those black hook things were used for, except maybe decoration. And I hated that black metal shelf above the toilet. And I really hated that paneling. I’m not a fan of paneling, but especially not in the bathroom where there’s lots of moisture. Also, all of the trim is painted black and I’m not a fan of using black or gray as main colors in my home. I like the warmer browns, greens and blues.

Blurry Cast Iron TubI took a few days off of work, and with my dad’s help, Jay and I took out the old cast iron tub and the brittle surround. Many people told us we wouldn’t be able to get the tub out in once piece, but as you can see we managed to do that just fine. It went outside to the curb and was only out there for about 24 hours before somebody stopped and took it away.

 

???????????????????????????????We purchased a two-piece fiberglass shower/tub unit to go back into that spot. With the fiberglass I can use car wax on the walls and side of tub to help keep the tub clean. Foundry dirt has a bad habit of sticking to surfaces, so if it’s slick it will have a harder time doing so. Also, the seam where the two pieces are joined are tall enough that water should not ever be able to leak up and out of it.

 

 

 

Preparing for New TubWe had to tear out the old plaster/drywall around the tub area so that we could fit the new one into that spot. My dad and Jay then worked together to get all of the plumbing put together, soldered, and tested.

 

 

 

New Shower 2And then we had a new shower!!! It’s a little narrower than the old one, but we’ll get one of those curved shower rods so that it gives a little more room when we’re in there. It’s nice just knowing that it’s a brand new unit that won’t leak into our basement. Also, it was nice to remove that old plaster because there was a slight bit of mold on it that is now out of the house.

 

???????????????????????????????In order to get the old tub out and the new one in, we had to take down a couple pieces of the paneling. Oh darn! That gave me the excuse that I needed…

 

 

 

 

 

???????????????????????????????Yep… all of the paneling came down. However, they put it up with liquid nails so that was left on the wall for me to scrape off.

 

 

 

 

 

???????????????????????????????I worked all week trying to scrape off the liquid nails. My hands got all dinged up from scraping against the plaster. However, every time I looked at it I knew that we should just tear it all down, replace it with brand new drywall, and then tear out the floor at the same time. Our bathroom floor currently is about an inch higher than the hallway floor. I think that the old subfloor had something wrong with it so instead of tearing it out and replacing it, the people simply laid a new subfloor on top of it. After so many years that has also developed some issues. Jay and I know that if we are going to do this we should do it right, but neither one of us really want to take the time that it’s going to require to rip out and replace it. We have decided to hire somebody to do this for us. They just need to get it to the point where I can paint the walls and then move everything back in.

Growing up I helped my parents remodel two of the houses that we lived in. I know how to do the work, but now that I’m making decent money it’s not like I HAVE to do it myself. Life is short and our time is our own. I want to spend my time doing something that I enjoy, and fixing up old houses isn’t one of them! Once we get that done I’ll take some pictures to share.

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This Is Just Who I Am

Visiting Dress 2I have been busy in the last couple of weeks, but I’ve had a million thoughts running through my head that I wanted to write about in a blog post. Many of them require more work than what I really have time to devote to it right now, but at least they are possibilities for the future.

There have been a lot of things that have popped up to show me just how atypical I am. Everybody likes to think that they are unique, but they aren’t. When you boil them all down for the most part a lot of people are Sheeple. They are too afraid to stand out as their own person for fear of ridicule, so they go along with the crowd because they think that’s what society dictates that they do (and which has become part of the downfall of our society, but I won’t get into that). Take a moment to think about it… when you go to the mall where there are a lot of teenagers they all like to think that they are rebelling and being their own person. Yet, if you were to round up all of those teen sheeple you would note that very few would actually stand out among their peers. They all dress in those dumb straight-legged skinny jeans, carrying around their cellphones so that they can text each other despite the fact that they are all within arm’s length.

I have never followed the crowd. You could probably tell that just by looking at me. Some people might think that I dress as I do because of religious convictions; I rarely wear pants, instead opting for long skirts, and my hair is waist length. I just like to dress like this… it’s me. My husband doesn’t mind. And yet, those same teenagers who try to act out and think that they are being an individual are the same ones who would look at me with derision and think about what an idiot I am because I dress so conservatively. Anybody else get the irony in this??

When Jay and I were going through the pre-marriage counseling stuff you would not believe how often people would be amazed that we weren’t living together yet. In fact, we were actually married for three weeks before we lived together. Add to that the fact that we DIDN’T have children before getting married… wow… we were blowing minds all over the place! lol

Wheel Pants InstalledMy sense of humor is off, too. Some people just look at me and shake their heads. It makes me wonder what people think when they do an internet search for “How to make your own RC wheel pants” and they come across my blog post where I literally made pants for my RC plane. And how about the women who are planning their dream wedding, but they want to make their own elaborate cake topper? When they do a search for DIY cake toppers, they come across my post with Scarlett and the A-10.

Life is what you make of it, I guess. I don’t mind my ‘weirdness’, in fact I often revel in it. When I was in high school I was often ridiculed because I wasn’t part of the herd. I was a band nerd who loved to read and despised anything that reeked of popularity. I never had a crush on a boy band. I didn’t spend my days trying to figure out how to afford the latest clothing trend so that I could be ‘cool’. HA! In fact, I actually kind of started a trend without realizing it. In highschool I would wear an ankle-length skirt underneath my jean jumper dress that I had. Unfortunately, within a few years that style was actually in fashion. *sigh*

Another thing that I’m sort of atypical is that I’m not career-minded. I never have been. I currently hate my job. I take that back, I don’t hate my actual job… I hate my boss and coworker. I want to get out of that place so badly, but I can’t leave unless I have somewhere else to go. The really bad thing is that I don’t want a career, I just want a source of income. If I could figure out how to work from home I would. I would rather be at home taking care of my husband, the house, and the cats. However, “love don’t pay the bills.” I don’t want a job where I’m expected to work 80 hours a week, plus take some of it home with me. I will give my time to the company who is paying me, and I will do my best, but after work that time is MINE. The government already steals my money out of my pockets, I don’t want a company stealing time out of my life.

Anyway, this ended up being a nonsensical and very rambling post, but oh well. It’s my blog and I can write whatever posts I want, right? Very soon I will post some more RC related stuff… I just have to find the time to take the pictures, download them, and write the posts. That won’t happen this weekend, but I’ll see what I can do in the next week or so.

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Lacking… Maybe?

Me at the pianoI have mentioned in earlier posts that I play piano and sing, though neither very well. I will be the first to admit that I am not the best singer nor am I a fantastic pianist. I am passable, which is the best that I need to be in order to enjoy myself.

After joining the church choir I began to realize how mediocre I really am in the world of music. There are two girls who have the most beautiful singing voices, and one of them can also play the piano like nobody’s business. I really am envious of their talents.

Easter weekend is extremely busy in a church choir member’s life. We had Palm Sunday, Holy Thursday, Good Friday, Easter Vigil (Saturday night), and then Easter Sunday. I literally almost lost my voice this morning after mass due to the fact that I was trying to carry the alto part by myself (for the most part). I LOVE singing, but I am so intimidated. I was singing the harmony on a couple of the psalms and I was so nervous. I know that I’m not good like the other two, but I feel like I have my own special talent to bring to the table.

I told Jay that I’m the tuba of the group. It’s not me that the people are coming to see, unlike the other two girls, but I have my place and I add a little extra to the music. Last night after listening to them sing a couple of the psalms it made me wonder why I even bother to open my mouth at church. In fact, I dreamed about it all during the night…

I was at choir practice and they had decided to give me a fairly important part to sing. I was singing my heart out, doing the best that I could, when the one girl (who was actually my friend Jamie in this dream) came up and told me that I was a horrible singer and that I should really just give up and quit the choir. I spent the rest of the dream watching everybody fall over themselves complimenting these two, but when it came to my part of the song they all agreed that I should just give up. This was the main theme of the dream ALL NIGHT.

Kind of puts a damper on things, doesn’t it?

Tonight when I checked my email I found a message from my best friend. She had received an email from our high school class president and she wanted to share it with me. This year will be our 15 year reunion and for some reason he was imploring her to attend. This is very weird. What would motivate him to send her a message like that?

A little background… Pauline and I were always the ‘weird’ girls. We didn’t hang around with the popular girls because they were mean and nasty. Instead we stuck to our own little group and did our own thing. We read books, played piano/flute/french horn, sang, were crazy about cats, and just enjoyed being who we truly were deep inside. For some reason this bothered many of our classmates and we became targets in junior high. I was tripped in the hallway and even slapped across the face for trying to get into my own locker, not to mention the usual looks of derision. Poor Pauline had it worse. They stole her notes so that she was failing a few of her classes, they stole her library books so she was accruing late dues, and they teased her mercilessly. There were a few times that she literally just walked out of the school and went home. The teachers knew this was happening, but nothing was done because a lot of the popular kids had parents with some importance in either the school or the community. It got so bad that Pauline ended up transferring to a different school our freshman year. I wanted to go, too, but my parents couldn’t afford the tuition.

Now this same guy, one of the ones who laughed with his friends during my math class about all of the horrible stuff that they had done to Pauline, is telling her that she needs to essentially remember that we were just kids and that people change. For some reason he wants her there at the reunion because we shouldn’t harbor old grudges, etc. In fact, I was added to the reunion group on Facebook last week and it took me fifteen minutes to figure out how to get out of that group.

Why do I have to suddenly want to socialize with these people? Why should they care what Pauline and I are doing now? It’s not like we would have anything in common with them now just because we are older. Why should we have to let go of the feelings that tell us that we don’t want anything to do with those people? Just because they claim that they want to let old hurts go? No way. I’m not holding a grudge, but that doesn’t mean that I should want to socialize with them, either. Am I a better person if I can tolerate being around them for a few hours? Why can’t I just leave them all in my past where I prefer them?

It may not seem like it, but these thoughts are all connected. My dream about the choir’s stars telling me that I’m not good enough, and now the class president informing Pauline (and me in a roundabout way) that we need to get over past hurts? I wasn’t ever good enough in high school. I could work my butt off, but if I wasn’t in the right group then it didn’t matter. In choir I feel like there are cliques that I don’t belong to, and frankly really wouldn’t want to be in them, so I’m yet again in the position of being an outsider. When will I ever feel fully confident in being myself?

I feel bad thinking this way on Easter. I should be rejoicing over the fact that Jesus is our Lord and Saviour. I should have my heart full of love and Christ instead of having past hurts drudged up again, along with old worries. I am dearly loved by my husband, and all of his family, and I have a very good life. I am a very lucky woman.

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Do You Journal?

Do you keep a journal? Not a blog, but an actual handwritten journal? I think that the art of writing down your thoughts is dying.

For centuries people have recorded their own history in journals and letters. When we want to know what somebody was thinking about during the Civil War we go to the original source. We descend upon the National Archives or our local historical society so that we can read what was happening in their own words. The loopy script can be difficult to read, but it makes the experience more personal.

In a few years, how are researchers going to look into our lives? Will they have the journals to read? Nope. Will they have the letters to find and open? Nope. Today most of our communication is electronic. Sure, the government is building a giant facility in Utah to store everything that we ever send electronically (hello Mr. Federal Agent who is reading this post!! *waves*), but will we have access to it? When people blog are they being honest with their feelings? No offense to anybody reading this, but I never completely divulge all of my feelings to you. I have to be careful and hold back information that I don’t want others to read because it will cause problems. I save my emails to certain people, but what happens to the electronic record when I stop using the account? Unless I want to print out every single email that I’ve ever sent or received, anybody trying to find out more about me or this culture will not have access to them.

I love to write. Obviously I keep this blog, but I also have three journals that I write in periodically. I’m not a daily journaler because I don’t have the time, but I love to sit down with my journal and write. There’s just something about a pen that smoothly rolls across the paper as you’re setting down some of your innermost thoughts. The handwritten journal is the only one where you can put down your fears or secret thoughts and you only have to worry about a few people snooping into it. You don’t have to worry about it being flagged by the government because certain phrases pop up in it. You don’t have to worry about offending anybody because if they are reading it, then they are the ones who are doing wrong by trespassing where they aren’t supposed to be.

A journal introduced us into the life of a young Jewish girl during the Second World War as her family was hidden from the Nazis. Millions of children have been able to feel what Anne Frank was feeling through her writing that she did in her journal. Do you want to know what it was like to work as a nurse during the Civil War? There are many journals that were kept and have been published on this topic. Do you want to know what it was like to be somewhat affluent in the South during the Civil War and how you would have been affected? Mary Chestnut did a great job of keeping a journal so that we can read exactly what she was going through, including the bombing of Fort Sumter. Soldiers weren’t exempt from this, either. Some of it might have been embellished, but the book, “Co. Aytch” (pronounced like the letter ‘H’) by Sam Watkins is a great book to read.

We are losing our history by not keeping a good record of it. Electronic records can so easily be manipulated. “A picture is worth a thousand words”… or is it? What does it say if it’s photoshopped? Are we doing a disservice to the generations coming up behind us? Maybe.

I’m not saying to keep a journal for this reason alone. Did you ever have anything passed down to you in your family? When my grandmother passed away I received her family Bible. In this Bible are notes of deaths, births, and marriages. It connects me to those who came before me. It’s something personal and special. I guess that maybe I’m keeping my journals for that reason. Actually, I keep a dream journal (when I remember to write in it) for my own entertainment. I keep a regular journal to chronicle some of the bigger events in my life and how they make me feel. Then I’ve recently started keeping a journal where I write to my husband. This last one is because we don’t have handwritten letters. If something were to happen to me I want him to know just how I felt about him, or the various thoughts that I want to share with him. If I’m gone and he wants to feel close to me again, I want him to have something where I’ve recorded my words in my own way of turning a phrase. I don’t know if he’s found it, but it’s there for his eyes if he wants to read it. Sometimes when you talk with your spouse you want to hold onto their words, but life gets busy and you forget the exact way they were phrased. It’s nice to be able to read the sweet words that are meant just for you. So that’s why I’m doing it. Maybe it’s silly and maybe he won’t ever read it, but it’s one of my many offerings of love to him.

Give it a try. If you don’t like it, then that’s fine. You don’t have to write about your every day life. You can journal about anything that you want. Do you have a hobby? Keep a journal about your thoughts on that and what you’re currently studying. Do you have wacky dreams? Write them down so that you can look back and laugh. Do you have kids? Write down your history so that when your kids are older they can see you through an adults’ eyes and better understand the decisions that you made.

Good luck!

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Easter Week

Red Rose 6-21-12I apologize. This was the closest picture that I had that came close to representing Easter. The crown of thorns on Jesus’ head reminds me of roses and their thorns, so hopefully you will allow me the use of this beautiful rose for this post.

This has been a busy week for me. It’s my first Easter that I’ve actually been part of a church parish and thus I get to participate in all of the activities. Since I’m in the church choir I get to sing at most of them. We’ve been holding lots of practices, I managed to volunteer myself to help sing the psalms, and starting tomorrow night I go four straight days of attending large masses. I’ve never participated in most of these events so I have no idea what to even expect. It’s okay, though. As long as I’m there giving praise to our Lord and Saviour via my voice, it’s all good.

I have been reminded this week that God so loved us that He gave us His only son, who was then crucified and paid for our sins. Can you imagine doing that? Knowing that you had to give your child over to terrible pain and suffering so that the rest of mankind might be saved? What kind of love is that? I must admit that I don’t know if I could do it. Perhaps I’m selfish or I just haven’t got enough faith. Would you be able to do it?

My mom was in the hospital this week. She had a migraine that was worse than any migraine she’d ever had. The pain killers were barely dulling the pain that she was experiencing. On top of that, the doctors were concerned about her heart because apparently her heartbeat was slower than they would have liked. Until they figured out what was causing the headache we were given possible diagnosis’ such as she might need a pacemaker, she might have meningitis again, or the worst one that she might have a brain tumor. My dad’s older brother passed away due to a brain tumor so that’s not exactly what my family would like to hear about my mom. We were very lucky in the fact that it was one of the medications that my mom was on for her blood pressure that was causing her headache. The doctors figured it out, changed her med levels, and today my mom went home pain-free.

I’ve already lost my older sister and that caused heartache that still hasn’t completely healed. I can not imagine knowing that my child, or sibling or parent, had to be sacrificed for the good of others. And can you imagine the kind of faith that it must have taken for Jesus to go through all of that and at the very end say, “Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do!” These people inflicted all of that pain and suffering on him, and he’s asking that they be forgiven?? I wish that I was that kind of person.

As I go through this weekend, singing at the various holy functions, I know that it’s going to run through my head… Could I have betrayed Jesus like his disciples did? Could I become part of a crowd that screamed for the death of an innocent man? Could I become so callous and uncaring that despite the fact I had decided the person was innocent, I bowed to pressure and gave him over for crucifixtion anyway? And how would I, somebody who loved and belived in Christ, be able to watch his suffering without attempting to step in?

 

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I Give Up… For Now

Cupcakes 8-27-09Typically this is when I post my Weight Loss Challenge results for the week. After doing my weigh-in this morning and attempting to keep my Lenten sacrifice of not cursing, I instead bawled my eyes out and said to Heck with it. Why? Because I HATE this. I’ve been trying to eat even healthier, cut back on my portions, get more activity built into my day, and lose weight. I am failing miserably at it. I gained a few pounds back so that I’m only down three pounds from where I started six weeks ago. SIX WEEKS!!! In that time I haven’t been able to even keep off five pounds! Perhaps if I wanted to starve myself then I would be able to do it, but that’s not the way in which I want to take off the weight. I want to be able to do it in a manner which will allow me to keep up the habits that I’ve picked up so that I can keep the weight off.

I started writing this post during my lunch break at work. I was sitting there, having finished my salad and yogurt, and I was VERY angry. I was ranting and raving about the gluten free diet and how it’s not easy, or cheap, to eat the healthy whole grains that we have available to us. I went on a rant about how easy it is for some people to lose weight or stay thin, but that I’m working against genetics. After all, I come from peasant stock where most of my ancestors worked farms. Seriously. I am the first generation in my direct line of family who isn’t involved in farming, in some way. I am genetically predisposed to being bulky and able to handle the hard manual labor of the farming life.

My First Piano 1986After Jay left for work I decided to do something that I haven’t done for a while. When I was younger I had a room where my piano resided, and in that room I was allowed to play and sing as long as I wanted. The only rule was that I had to keep the door shut so that I wouldn’t disturb anybody who was watching TV in the adjoining living room. I would play and sing for hours, putting on a concert for myself. When nobody else is around I am the greatest pianist and singer who ever lived. Elton John and Billy Joel have nothing on me! lol So that’s what I was going to do, except that I couldn’t find any songs that spoke to me. There are times that I can play and sing every song in a book. Tonight I barely plucked the notes from one of them. I determined that apparently I wasn’t supposed to put on a concert tonight so I should do something else.

God has a funny way of smacking you in the face. I’m sure that you’ve realized that prior to reading this blog post. God had a message for me tonight and I am trying to hold back tears as I realize what He’s telling me. When I couldn’t find the solace in my piano I decided to finish writing this post that I had started earlier. This computer is set to bring up Yahoo when you open up the browser, and that’s where God left the message for me. One of the headlines caught my eye and I had to read the entire story, “What Losing 180 Pounds Really Does to Your Body – & Your Mind.”

Jen Larsen wrote this article about the weight loss surgery that she underwent and the subsequent weight loss. She is a wonderful writer so it’s definitely worth reading, but the short of it is that after undergoing that huge physical transformation she realized that she had undergone a mental transformation as well. There are psychological issues that you don’t realize you’re dealing with and you don’t realize it at the time. She thought that all of her problems would be solved if she just lost weight. After all, doesn’t society constantly tell us how wonderful it is to be thin, how you’re only attractive if you’re thin, and how happy you are if you’re thin? The only time you see thin women being grumpy is when they are modeling (which is kind of disturbing to look through a bridal magazine and see these grumpy, skinny women in wedding dresses on what is supposed to be the happiest day of their life!).

Ms. Larsen writes, “I thought that my body was wrong when I was obese; I thought that my body was wrong when I was thin past the point of health.” She continues, “I felt helpless before. I tried to dodge out of the feeling by getting weight loss surgery, and now I’m angry. That I wasn’t fixed, yes. But also that so many people deal with this, this exact and pervasive struggle at whatever size they are, whatever shape, whatever they do. That we’re not good enough, with the implication that the best we have to offer to the world is an appropriately sized pair of jeans.”

That’s what hit home with me… that feeling of never being good enough. I put a lot of pressure on myself to be as perfect as possible. I want to be the perfect daughter, the perfect sister, and now the perfect spouse. I want to clean perfectly, I want to garden perfectly, and I want to cook perfectly. But guess what? I’m not perfect. Not by a long shot! And that is very hard for me to deal with at times. The stress from trying to achieve perfection is compounded by the stress of every day life. Stress is beginning to wear me down.

I thought that maybe if I could lose weight then I would begin to like myself better. It might create a happier attitude and then I wouldn’t have to worry about Jay living with a grumpy wife. The last thing that I want to do is scare him away. He is the love of my life and I don’t know what I would do without him. I know that he doesn’t want me stressing out and trying to be perfect. He married me because my imperfections are perfect to him.

So, I’m going to stop worrying about the physical and work on the mental/emotional. I’m going to attempt to stop striving for perfection and just be me, the imperfect Kerry that I am. I have a lot of family and many friends who love me despite the fact that I make mistakes and that I can get very grumpy. I am a VERY lucky woman.

Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go show up Elton John once again…

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Hooded Baby Towels

Katie's Baby TowelsA few weeks ago I managed to get my sewing machine out. Actually, I didn’t have much of a choice. I had promised a friend that I would make a set of hooded baby towels for one of her friends, plus I had a baby shower that I was going to attend and needed a set for that.

My mom has made these towels for many years. I’m not sure where she learned about them, or where she found her pattern, but she has taught both me and my sister how to make them. They make great baby gifts and it seems like people are constantly requesting replacements after the first set has worn out.

Anita's Baby TowelsThis is the set that I made for Jay’s cousin. Her nursery theme is elephants and other jungle animals, so I found this ribbon and felt that it would be perfect. She loved the towels and insisted that she was going to use them herself before the baby arrives. lol

 

 

Girl Baby TowelsThis is the practice set that I started out sewing. It had been a while since I had done a set of these so I figured that if I messed up on these it wouldn’t be a big deal. I can keep them on hand in case I need a set for somebody who is having a girl. Considering Jay has a ton of cousins who are getting married, or have just gotten married, I’m sure that they will be gifted before too long.

 

I haven’t had much time to pick up my cross stitch, but I have managed to do some crafting. I do have some cross stitching projects lined up. I just have to get to them!

 

 

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Intro to EDF – Part 4

Viper Jet 6-22-12In this installment we will talk a bit about some flying characteristics specific to jets.   The most important thing to remember is energy management. Without a prop to provide an air blast over the flying surfaces, the jet is reliant on airspeed alone to maneuver. Also, consider the relative inefficiency of the EDF in general compared to a propeller driven aircraft. It’s roughly synonymous with driving your car in 4th gear all the time. It takes a few seconds for the jet to respond to a change in power. The fan unit will spool up almost instantly, but we aren’t talking about that because changes in airspeed don’t happen instantly.

One must be cognizant that a jet has to be more or less flown around 3-5 steps ahead, especially at low airspeed. When on the step, it’ll respond to control inputs very well. But you must still plan ahead. When you come out of that loop or Cuban 8 with the power full on, at some point in the very near future you are going to have to turn around before the jet is in the next county. At slow speeds you may find yourself getting behind the power curve. Let it go too far and you may not have enough power to recover without a serious loss of altitude. Plan your power changes for what is going to happen, not what is happening now.

Being typically highly loaded, jets are notoriously violent in their stalls both at high speed and low. Remember, a wing can stall at any speed; it all hinges on the angle of attack that the wing sees while it’s moving through the air. I can do some of the prettiest snap rolls with any of my jets just by burying the elevator stick straight back. No rudder or aileron needed. Should you find yourself in a stall with a jet while maneuvering, relaxing the elevator will allow the wing to get flying again. Unpucker and dig your shorts out. If you get into a stall during a landing approach, keep the visual picture in mind while you are building the next jet as a reminder to not do that again. I have yet to fly a jet that doesn’t do a wicked tip stall when too slow on landing.

Sep-06-2012_ 320There is a small adjustment you can make on a jet that has ailerons and a radio that supports mixing the two ailerons. If you slightly reflex (raise) both ailerons, maybe an 1/8 inch, the tip stall can be significantly tamed. Think of it as a very mild crow setting. I have all of my applicable jets set up on the right slider to bring the ailerons up a few degrees. I set them when rolling out on final after the gear are out and the flaps are transiting to full. Speaking of which, if you use a radio that supports servo speed on the flaps I highly recommend slowing the transit speed to 5-7 sec for full travel. Not only does this look realistic, it keeps the jet from jumping around on you during configuration changes. Slowing down, setting up the base to final turn, and keeping the altitude reasonable is enough on your plate; you don’t need the jet hopping all over on you while the flaps and gear come out.

Let’s back up a bit and discuss taking off. There is plenty of opportunity for disaster here, but this is also a time to shine as a pilot. Nothing looks sillier than a jet screaming down the runway veering left and right, bouncing around, and showing no signs of wanting to lift off. Grass runways just make this worse, not to mention at some point you have several or more pounds of very expensive jet running out of room while attempting to break a land speed record. Two key factors at work here: One, remember how small the control surfaces are? Even at full takeoff speed they don’t create much lift in any direction. If your landing gear are a bit too far behind the CG of the jet, it will take an inordinate amount of lift by the horizontal stab to lift the nosewheel. Let’s say you do have enough throw on the elevator to force the nose off the ground, as soon as the jet gets airborne that throw is going to be waaaaaay too much and the jet will appear to suddenly jump off the ground and head for the heavens. Full power, gear down, flaps down to some degree, and severely nose up while not having much speed… guess what? You could show some flair by doing a dirty roll on takeoff, but maybe the trees are approaching fast.

Sept-07-2012_ 320The second thing going on here is that most full scale jets point very slightly nose down while sitting static. We, as modelers, want to emulate that. The problem is that the models themselves aren’t privy to the Reynolds numbers that the full scale guys are. The moral here is that the jet sitting with a nose down attitude tends to stay ‘stuck’ to the ground any time it is moving forward. The faster it goes, the more stuck it gets. Add to this a sensitive nosewheel steering setup, and look out. Our jets like to have a light neutral or positive (nose up) stance on the ground. This will let the jet fly itself off the runway when it is ready, or will allow a smaller, more precise rotation to liftoff that looks pretty. Now instead of being startled that your jet is dirty, slow, at full power and climbing, you can enjoy pulling the gear and flaps up while initiating a beautiful turn. Here again it is beneficial to have the flaps come up slowly to avoid any sudden pitch changes that look goofy and might be a bit unsettling to the pilot.

When to throw the gear/flaps/speedbrake out? Follow what full scale pilots do. Each full scale aircraft has upper limits on how fast they can be going before they can’t get the airplane dirtied up. Slow down to a normal pattern speed before extending the flaps and gear. It is much less stressful on the servos driving the flaps when the airspeed is under mach 1. Don’t use the gear and flaps as speedbrakes. The flaps provide more lift at lower speeds. If you have trouble getting a slippery jet to slow down, the throttle management needs some work. Again, the whole ‘planning and staying ahead of the jet’ thought process works wonders. Consider this…you are turning downwind from your last burner pass with the intention of landing. If you toss the flaps out before the jet slows down some it’s going to jump quite a bit, no matter how slow they come out. Being a highly loaded wing, each surface is going to have a lot of responsiveness. I have witnessed the flaps being put down when the jet was really moving, when all of a sudden it rolled over and split s’d into the ground. The flap control horn pulled out of one flap and not the other resulting in an asymmetric deployment of the flaps. Ouch.

The smaller foamies that fly on a higher ratio of wing than power can be horsed around more without dramatic consequences. Everyone has watched my F-16s float about and carry on at ridiculously low speeds. With a light wing loading any aircraft can be flown in this manner. But even the F-16 will tip stall something fierce if you aren’t paying attention. Watch the next time you see it doing a low slow pass, or an elevator descent. You will see the tailerons fluttering about. No gyros here (I haven’t figured out how to put a gyro in with elevon mixing), just paying attention to the wingtips. At every wiggle, there is a correction.

Some tricks I have learned: Tone down the nosewheel steering a lot.  Only a few degrees either side of neutral are needed.  Use dual rates to get the turning radius you want for taxiing.  Keep the wheels no more than an inch behind the CG.  Easier said than done, especially since some models can’t be changed easily.  Set the jet’s gear up so that the nose is slightly up when at rest.  Slow the flaps down if you can, and when flying at a field like the clubs’, use as much flap deflection as the airplane will allow.  Small wheels, heavy wing loadings, and a fast approach add up to bent gear.  The more you can reduce the speed at touchdown, the better.  Fly 3 or 4 steps ahead of the jet.  Remember how much room even a small jet can use.

I am sure there is more on this topic, and as I think of other points to make I’ll be sure to include them in future installments.  Next time it’s on to hand launching and bungee launching.

MiG

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Weight Loss Challenge – Week 5

???????????????????????????????Weight Loss Week 5 – 0

Total Weight Loss – 5 pounds

I know… I know… stop staring at me! I realize that I’m the one who is responsible for my lack of progress. Your gaze is making me feel guilty, but it’s not really motivating me. Maybe because I know that you’re staring at me because you want me to sit down so that you can lounge. *sigh* Bob sure has a way of making me feel guilty.

I have to admit that I’m writing this post during my lunch break (somehow I managed to finally get this site to work at my place of employment), and it smells like somebody is eating bacon. Mmmm… it smells so good! It really puts a damper on any satisfaction that I might have received from my salad. Lack of willpower… that is my problem!

Did I exercise this week? Nope. Did I behave myself? Nope. I attended a baby shower and the food was made all gluten free just for me so I HAD to eat it, right? I couldn’t be rude… I suppose that I could have bypassed the Mudslide that I had later, but please reference my previous comment about lack of willpower. It’s not good.

Dictator Bloomberg says that people are getting fat because they are drinking too many sugary drinks. That must be my problem! I’m drinking WAY too much juice and pop! Wait, I don’t drink juice and pop… Hmm… I have my cup of coffee in the morning (which I have switched over to a flavored coffee so that I can omit the flavoring syrup that I used to add), and then I drink water the rest of the day. I finished up a can of Jay’s pop the other night after he left for work. There were maybe three swallows of it left and I hated to waste it. I might finish up a bottle of his Powerade to a) free up fridge space and b) because I’m thirsty for something really cold. But other than that I’m drinking water. So, Dictator Bloomberg, what is the issue with my weight gain?? (Another post will come later regarding this whole overstepping of government issue)

Jay is back on 10 hour shifts so I will have to force myself to exercise more often since I don’t have the excuse of spending time with him. My goal between this post and next week’s post is to exercise at least three times. Sounds like it should be possible, right? Yet somehow when I have dishes, laundry, vacuuming, and cats all demanding my attention the priorities tend to shift around. Plus the fact that I need to get to bed at a decent hour so that I don’t fall asleep on my drive to work. Stupid work! It gets in the way of everything!!

Okay… I need motivation! What motivates you?

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