An Intro To Electric Ducted Fans (EDF)

Jay posing with JetI’ve noticed that a lot of people find my blog while searching for R/C related items. A lot of the time I don’t have anything of value to offer the odd person who runs into one of my R/C blog posts, so I thought that I would start offering them something to chew on.

My sweetie, Jay, is one of the best R/C pilots I’ve met and he’s also a great builder. He’s flown everything from glo planes to helicopters to 3D ‘Flip-flop’ planes. At our flying field he is one of the few who has fallen in love with Electric Ducted Fans. He has done a lot of research and building of these fans and the jets that they go into. For our club’s newsletter he has written a series of articles about EDF’s and how to go about getting into them. I would like to share these articles with you, one at a time, in case you happen to have an interest as well. Please feel free to ask any questions in the comments and I will be sure to get an answer for you.  And now, I present to you an Introduction to EDF’s by Jay Hot Pants:

As an avid pilot and builder of EDF jets for the past 5 years I thought that I would share some insights into the world of high performance electric aircraft. I’ll try to keep this in terms that the everyday guy or girl will be able to comprehend. Just be forewarned that there is a lot of information to be passed along. I got into this discipline after LiPo batteries were already in the production stages, so I never got to experience the days of 45 watts per pound. By comparison we are flying jets capable of 300+ watts per pound. My A-10, even at 18.5 lbs still turns in 302 watts per. More on this later.

Warthog BellyThe first order of business is that jets are HARD on equipment. That means motors running past their stated limits, ESC’s right at their limits, batteries that need to be up to snuff, etc. Guys who are familiar with my stuff know that I use Castle Creations ESCs. Several reasons for this: They are the most bulletproof, can be run up to 30% over their capacity, will be replaced with new should one encounter a problem, and they have data logging. Customer support is second to none. You pay for them, but the VALUE is there too. As for motors, just about any brand will work; you can overdrive them to a fair amount. No manufacturer states the actual rated performance, for example the HET series that I use have a max stated wattage of 1600 to 2000. I routinely push 3000+ thru several of them every time I fly. If you have seen my Hog, MiG or Viperjet fly each motor is over 3000 watts at full tilt.

The key to longevity here is heat control. You have to keep the electronics cool enough to function. Part of why I buy CC ESCs is that they tell you at exactly what temp you are running them. As the most expensive single component, I want to keep it happy. Motors on the other hand require a bit more investigating to see how they are running. No expensive equipment needed here, just a finger or two after a run to see how much heat the motor is shedding. Some guys see me doing a cool down run after a flight. The reason is to keep the hot motor from soaking all that heat into itself and the fan.

On to batteries…..buy the best you can here. I don’t mean the most expensive. My Thunderpowers have proven to be the flakiest I own. They cost too much for what you have to deal with. There are plenty of reputable dealers with good solid lipos to choose from and they are all getting better every day. Ignore the “C” rating, they aren’t accurate. So how do you choose one for cell count and capacity? As I said, EDFs are HARD on stuff. They draw the most current of any RC gear except boats. Why? Because you are trying to get a small tube of air moving fast enough to do some good.  This isn’t the model of efficiency in a power train. EDFs are notorious for their lack of ability to turn a large number of watts into useful work. So pick batteries that have enough capacity to handle the expected current draw, regardless of their “C” rating. More on this to follow.

MiG in ColorRight along with jets being ‘hard on the gear’ is the landing gear. Who wants a jet with fixed gear? Exactly. Jets by their nature have smaller wings, no prop wash, smaller control deflections, heavier weights for their size, etc. All of these variables can, and will, add up to a beautiful jet sliding down the runway after landing with the gear stuck deep at the approach end of the runway. Jets have to be flown onto the runway, no Senior Kadet flops here. If you have access to a paved runway, so much the better, but many of us have just the club field. I plan every jet to be able to fly off the grass. This leads to some compromises, but you can usually find something you want to build and make it work at the field.

Now, this article just being an intro, let’s discuss what some of these electric terms mean:

Watts:  this is a relative measure of the amount of power one is consuming or generating. Your jet consumes watts, your chargers generate watts. Both need to be up to the task. Watts are a measure of voltage times amperage. Example: 12v times 30A equals 360 watts.  Real example: A 3s 2200 lipo powering a small hand-launch jet running 30 amps wide open, weighing up to 24 oz, will fly nice.

Volts:  Electrical capacity of your battery. Each cell in a lipo makes 4.2 volts. This is a resting value. As you put more of a load on your lipo, the voltage drops. If you have a 3s lipo, you have a 12.6 volt battery, resting. Under the above 30 amp load, it’ll drop to 3.5 to 3.7 volts per (10.5 to 11.1 for the pack).

Amps:  Measure of current flow. How fast one is taking the little electrons out of the battery. More is not always better. Well, more amps will make your jet faster, but generate more heat too. Heat is bad.

MaH:  Measure of how much your lipo will hold when fully charged. A 2200 MaH (or 2.2aH) will hold enough juice to run your 30 amp jet for a decent 6-7 min flight.

Now let’s try and put some of this together. You get your little foamy F-16 and need to power it. Start with the lipo size that can fit into it. For this one, anything from a 1s 1000 to a 3s 3000 will fit. Its approx flying weight will be from 14 oz up to 25 oz. For jet-like performance you need at least 200 watts per pound. If you choose a 1s 1000 (the lightest), take the 200 watts you need (let’s assume a 16oz weight) and divide that by the loaded voltage of the lipo.  200/3.5= 57 amps. For a 1000 MaH pack, that is a 57C discharge rate. Even a top of the line lipo isn’t going to provide that. Plus your Rx will be in a constant state of reboot, Futaba or Spektrum. So knowing that you must lower the amp draw, increase the voltage. A 2s 1000 pack will give you 7 volts under load.  200/7=28.5 amps, not bad but still a hefty discharge rate. It would be useable except for one thing, you’d get a minute and a half of flight out of it. Not much fun. For flight time you need to either increase capacity in the form of MaH, or decrease amp draw. Now try a 3s pack. You get 10.5v at 19 amps. As you lower the amp draw, the loaded voltage will rise. At 19 amps the pack will probably hold 11 volts or so. You still have the 200 watts to fly your 16 oz jet. But for how long? It depends on throttle usage. At full noise your 19 amps will eat your lipo in a hair over 3 min. Double that for mixed flying. So 5.5 to 6 min flight times for a nice, lightweight jet with decent speed and performance. You’ll have so much fun with it you’ll leave the throttle wide open longer than you think. And the lipo is going to get warmer than you might like, as its resultant discharge rate will be up there. A more realistic compromise would be to gain 2 oz and use a 2000-2200 MaH pack and double your fun time. The watts per lb go down slightly, but because you are effectively letting the lipo only work half as hard it will generate less heat, and last longer. Also, should you choose to go with a bit more motor or fan, there is room to grow without hurting the lipo.

Jet BatteryOk, so that was all basic electric stuff, not particular to jets. Why type it? Because it IS for all electrics.  If you don’t want to try jets just yet you might have learned a bit more about electrics in general. If you still want to try an EDF then keep in mind you are going to be running towards the high side on everything mentioned above. Even on something like an airliner or a cargo transport, with lots of wing area, the numbers are going to be pretty startling. Especially if you have to try to get off of a grass field. The Habu when stock runs at 1600 watts. Mine has over 3000 and still takes a bit of time to get in the air. Once in the air it
boogies, but you have to get off the ground safely first.

A word about this whole watts-per-pound thing. As a general rule for electric powered models, 100 will get you into the air (a cub, powered glider etc), 200 will bring scale type flying (mild aerobatics), 300 with a prop will take care of a lot of the rest. With an EDF lean towards another 50 to 60 percent to get the same performance, ie 150 will get you there, 250 will spice it up, and 350 will start to put a smile on your face. Add a few more for grass.

With that bit of prep and warning, we’ll delve into some more specifics as we go. My goal is to have a good deal of what I know, and my experiences with EDFs, out these articles so that you can learns about EDFs, too. Each article we’ll take a more in-depth look at each topic and try to tie it all together. Next time we’ll look at the actual jets, what is out there, and what to expect when you open the box.

Demolished Jet

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Thoughts on Marriage

DSC_0188Technically it’s still Valentine’s Day as I’m writing this, so I feel that I should be allowed to post one more wedding/marriage related post. Then I promise that I will give you a bit of a break.

Today at work one of the ladies asked me where my flowers were. Other women were receiving arrangements and I guess that since I’m a newlywed that they figured I should be getting some, too. I told them that my flowers were at home on the counter, which was true. I then added that I had informed Jay to never send me flowers at work or even buy flowers from a florist. I’m just as happy with a bouquet from the grocery store as I am with ones that cost three times as much. I would rather have him save the extra money and instead use it to take me out for dinner.

As we were discussing things one of the ladies mentioned that she rarely sees her husband anymore. Now that their kids have left home her husband spends his time in the basement and she spends her time upstairs. They don’t even eat dinner together! Another lady has two teenaged boys and mentioned that she had gone out to dinner with her husband a few weeks ago, just the two of them. As they sat there, looking across the table at each other without a lot to say her husband speaks up and says, “So I guess that after the boys leave home we’ll probably end up getting divorced?” I’m not sure if she meant it in a humorous way or if her husband had been serious. Either way it’s a bit disturbing.

Perhaps Jay and I are being a bit naive. Maybe we shouldn’t really judge until we have kids of our own, but we are shocked at this kind of a life that married couples lead. Granted, we are trying to adapt to living together (it’s only been two months as of today!) and figuring out how to share our time together. We are trying to find that fine line between smothering and avoiding each other. There are times when we are both home, but in completely different parts of the house. We don’t usually stay that way, though. If I haven’t seen him in a while I will head down into the basement to spend a few minutes with him, or he’ll seek me out to see what I’m doing. Either way we are both making an effort to be with each other.

Before we could get married we had to have a counseling session with the Deacon at our Church and his wife. This couple was so sweet and we really had a good time chatting with them. One of the questions on our test that we had taken, Jay and I managed to answer it in the same way. This was unusual, the Deacon claimed, because apparently nobody ever answers it the same. It was a question regarding if you would put any children you had as a higher priority in your life than your spouse. Both Jay and I answered that we wouldn’t because even though the care of our children would be a high priority we also recognized that we couldn’t neglect each other. After all, once the kids grow up and leave home you still have to continue living with your spouse. I can’t imagine being married to somebody whom I don’t spend hardly any time with at all.

My parents don’t have the most romantic marriage, but they still manage to spend some time together. My mom is usually crocheting or knitting in the living room while watching TV with my dad, but at least they are in there together and communicating. This isn’t always the case since my mom likes to spend a lot of time in her sewing room, but it seems to work for them.

Am I out of line in my thinking? Are Jay and I congering up some pipe dream that isn’t attainable? I suppose that only time will tell, but I hope to be one of those old couples you see walking along still holding hands. I miss Jay terribly when he’s at work, but for now we have to deal with it because it pays the bills and makes life easier. I hope to always be eager to return home to him after a long day at work. I want to know that he’s missing me terribly if I have to go off on a trip without him. Just as I will miss him horribly if he goes to an event for a few days and I’m unable to go. I want to have that desire and need to see him for ever.

Do you think it’s possible? How do you view marriage after the children have left home?

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Weight Loss Challenge: Week 1

Bob Sleeping

This is a picture of Bob sleeping. Yes, he was actually sleeping like this. I know… he’s a weird cat. What can I say? I was hoping that this picture would motivate me to stretch and reach for my goal. Hmmm…. yeah, it’s not really happening.

Weight Loss – 3 pounds

Well, I must be doing something right because in the first week I’ve managed to drop 3 pounds. Or it could just be a natural fluctuation of weight. Who knows. I did attempt to more closely watch what I ate and how much I ate. I stopped eating a snack at work in the morning, or if I just couldn’t make it until lunch I would grab the bag of carrots or celery from my lunch tote. I’ve also been trying to drink more water, which makes me have to pee more, which gets me my extra exercise by running back and forth to the bathroom.

Things were really hectic around here this week so I didn’t get to exercise like I had wanted. Despite that I definitely wasn’t sedentary for very long! This past weekend was a good example. We spent all day at a fun fly on Saturday, then Sunday was spent at the church’s Mardi Gras party. That night we also had a dinner party to attend where I spent some time milling around and talking with people. It was a LONG weekend!

Like I said before, I hate exercising for exercising’s sake. So I turned on the Wii and played a couple of games from the Sports disc and then I attempted to work out to the Gold’s Gym Dance Workout that I bought. What they don’t tell you about that video is it helps to have some kind of coordination to be successful. lol

Then my mother-in-law, Karen, gave me this Walk Away the Pounds DVD. Technically it looks like you’re supposed to do it every single day. HA! You say such funny things!

I thought that I would try it out so I did the ‘1 Mile Get Started’ workout. Okay, so it sounds hokey to be working out INSIDE to a walking DVD. I admit that I was skeptical. However, if this first taste is anything like the rest of the video then I think it will be a good one for me. It doesn’t have insane moves that I can’t keep up with, or just physically can’t do, and the woman isn’t annoying. If you’ve ever worked out to an instructional video then you know what I’m talking about. Either they are super peppy and high energy so you just want to hit them, or else they are telling you that you can keep doing it even though you lost all feeling in your legs five minutes ago. Karen bought us each a copy because her doctor wants her to lose weight and she doesn’t like to exercise alone. I can definitely understand that. I think that she will find this DVD to be enough of a workout that she should see some results. It’s not so overbearing that you give up out of frustration. Believe me, been there and done that!

So overall this first week has been good. I guess. I don’t feel like I’m missing or craving anything too much, so that’s a positive. I also don’t feel like I’m pushing myself to do something that is impossible and that I should just give up. Hopefully, this time, I’ll be able to achieve my goal of losing weight. Tune in next week to see if I’ve completely misplaced my workout DVD because I wasn’t using it. 😉

 

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Faith

Here’s another one of those designs from My Big Toe that I would love to stitch. Isn’t it pretty? I also find it amazing that one little word can bring a flood of thoughts rushing down. Would you like to wade around in my flood for a bit? (I am currently imagining the scene from the end of “O Brother Where Art Thou?” after the dam has broken and you see the various stuff floating around in the water)

 

 

I have been grappling with faith for quite a while. Technically I was born into a Methodist family so I’ve always referred to myself as being Methodist. I attended Sunday School at our local church until my dad was angered by a statement made by the minister. At the Christmas program our minister informed the congregation he expected that all of them would give at least 10% of what they had spent on Christmas gifts to the church. This rubbed my dad the wrong way. He figured that it was between him and God as to how much he decided to tithe. My dad is not one who takes orders very well so this went over like a lead balloon (yes, I know that Mythbusters actually made a lead balloon float, but just go with me on this one).

I was never baptized because my parents wanted me to have the freedom to choose my own religion. I was raised with the belief that God does exist, but we didn’t pray as a family nor did we attend church. As children my parents were both forced to attend church so they didn’t want to do that to their children. I understand where they were coming from, but somehow I feel like I was missing something. I was raised to be skeptical of those who openly talked a LOT about God. Again, one of my first experiences with church was in the one where the money-grubbing minister presided over things. He had two daughters who acted like the stereotypical preacher’s kids. The oldest one was arrested after stealing from the local Ames store where she worked, and the youngest one was constantly doing things and then blaming it on my sister so that my sister would be the one to get in trouble. Then my aunt married a Born Again minister who ended up leaving her after he found another woman who had more money than my aunt. Then he sued my aunt for more money, although I can’t remember why, and it turns out that he had been cheating on my aunt. Not a very positive experience.

So despite the fact that organized religion seemed to be showing me all of its bad sides, I still continued to believe. Until my family went through some really tough times; a HUGE family fight that left my mom’s family having nothing to do with us, and then my older sister passed away. What kind of a God would do this to me, I wondered? I had explored Wicca in college, but the friend who had really helped to lead me down that path hurt me very badly. Besides, Wicca never really felt completely right. I knew that it wasn’t what I was missing. As things started to really go downhill in this country I looked around and was disgusted by the lack of morals that dominates our culture. I needed something more wholesome. I needed something that I could hold onto while things were going down in flames around me.

That’s when I started to listen to Glenn Beck’s radio program. Glenn is a Mormon, but he has a profound belief in God. As I listened to Glenn something just spoke to me and started leading me back to God. At the time I was dating somebody whose mother was very much involved in her church. She was a Methodist so I wanted to attend a service again. Things had really changed since the last time that I had been to a service! It didn’t click, but I thought that maybe it was because it was ‘new’ to me. I attended the service a few more times, but the minister really turned me off. (What is it with these Methodist ministers??). As I tried to get closer to God my boyfriend, David, seemed to applaud my progress. I purchased my first Bible and started to pray. Then things got bad with David so after we broke up I had to do a lot of soul searching. You see, when you are with somebody who spends the entire time you were together telling you everything that’s wrong with you and what’s wrong with your family you begin to believe it to an extent. I had actually started to believe that there was something wrong with me and that I needed to change. And I really did try, but God wouldn’t let me be somebody else. He wanted me to be the woman whom He had created, so after kicking David to the curb I spent a lot of time reconnecting with the real Kerry.

Everything happens for a reason. You are led down certain paths without realizing it, and it’s not until you get a ways down the road that you can turn back and realize how everything fit together to put you where you are. It wasn’t just a random series of events. So when I fell in love with Jay and realized that it could really turn into something serious I knew that Faith would play a part in our relationship. Jay was raised in the Catholic church, and despite the fact that he hadn’t been attending church or confession for a few years, it was still important to him. So we got married in the Catholic Church and have attended Church regularly since the end of September. I really enjoy it because I feel like I ‘fit’.

For the most part, that is. I joined the choir and have found myself feeling like an outsider sometimes. These people all used to sing in the choir together before so they know all of the words to all of the songs. All of this is new to me and so I’m learning on the fly. Also, I don’t know how many of them are aware that I’m not a Catholic. They see me go up during communion, but that’s only so that I can receive a blessing. I definitely don’t partake in the actual communion. I have also been invited to join a few church events, which makes me nervous because that’s when they will find out how little I really know about things. I want to learn them, but it’s going to take me a little while.

The strange thing about all of this is that I feel like I’m turning my back slightly on my family and what they believe. My dad rolls his eyes when I mention that we attend church and I know that he can’t quite comprehend why I would want to join the choir. Yet, should Jay and I have children I would want them to have a solid church foundation on which to stand. I think that a lot of our problems in society nowadays are all caused by the fact that morals are not held in high esteem and people don’t feel like they have to answer for their actions. A lot of people don’t live in a Christ-like manner, which is sad. We never attended Church, but my mom ALWAYS reminded us about the Golden Rule of doing unto others as you would want them to do unto you.

Anyway, those are a few of my rambling thoughts when I see the word ‘Faith’. How about you? What are your random thoughts?

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Weight Loss Challenge: Intro

Kerry 9-5-10

I hate this picture of me. I feel like I look huge. I can hear it now, “No, you don’t! You look fine!” That’s too kind of you to say, but I don’t believe you. I hate my body. The only time that I was happy with how I looked was when I was very sick before being diagnosed with Celiac Disease and I had lost a ton of weight. Okay, okay… so I was horribly pale with zero energy and I felt like death would be a sweet release, but I was wearing a size that I hadn’t seen since Junior High! It was great! I really miss those days.

I know that I am not meant to be petite. Even at my thinnest I would have still been considered ‘sturdy’. It’s my height that gives me the ability to carry more weight than people realize. That doesn’t mean that it’s a good thing, though. I’ve tried losing weight a bunch of times, but it doesn’t work. I joined the gym and faithfully went four or five days a week for a year. I think that I lost five pounds. I bought an exercise DVD and used that for over six months. I don’t think that I lost any weight. I even attempted to count calories, and lost some weight, but I was constantly starving. It’s a very frustrating cycle.

The gluten free diet doesn’t make it any easier, either. Anything that you read on dieting, or cutting calories, says that you’re supposed to consume more whole grains. That would be fine if the gluten free whole grains didn’t cost an arm and a leg! Not to mention that the gluten free grains usually have to be mixed with other starches to get something close to the whole wheat consistency. So a person who substitutes two pieces of whole wheat toast for the usual white toast will be eating healthier. It doesn’t matter what I substitute for my toast because all of it is higher in calories than ‘normal’ stuff.

What makes this even more difficult is the fact that I’m a healthy eater. I don’t pick at my food like a bird. I’m a farm girl and by god I eat like one! What’s the sense of eating one cup of food if in 15 minutes you’re going to be hungry again? I realize that a lot of it is how we are trained to think, and also how you’ve trained your body, but it just frustrates the snot out of me. When I already have to be careful about what I eat and I have had to give up some of my favorite foods, it pains me to have to give up even more. Tell me who would be happy eating a 2″ square piece of gluten free pizza that has the same amount of calories as a 6″ square regular piece? Maybe I’m exaggerating, but not by much.

So I realize that I need to deal with portion control. FINE. *sigh* I will do it, but I won’t be happy about it. Another issue that I have is this GIANT sweet tooth! I should have had the dentist remove it when he removed my wisdom teeth! I’m not big on chocolate, but I love the gummy candy marshmallows, and sweet tea. If you toss ‘Bored Eater’ into the mix then you really have a recipe for disaster. At work if I don’t have a whole lot going on I will sit and wish that I had chocolate. Or skittles. Or sweet tea. I have started to take in a bottle of diet pop in the hopes that this will help my afternoon sweet tooth, but it’s just not the same. I even keep fruit flavored gum on my desk to keep my jaw occupied, but that doesn’t work either.

I have zero willpower. I can easily stay away from gluten because it makes me so sick. I wish that I reacted to sugar in the same way. I need to do something, though. So I’m going to challenge myself. It will probably make me grumpy and irritable, but I need to wean myself off of snacking, eating healthy portions, and most sugar. It’s not going to be easy, either. I just hope that I see results. That’s what frustrates me the most. Like when I was going to the gym, if I had seen the results I was looking for then I would have continued to go. Why pay money if it’s not doing what I want?

Have I mentioned that I hate exercising for the pure act of exercising? I don’t mind if it’s incorporated into something else. For instance, at work in the summer I often walk with a coworker. It doesn’t feel like exercise to me and I look forward to it every day. I get to socialize with her and also get away from my desk. I hate shoveling, but it has to be done and it burns some calories. Same thing with lawn mowing. However, to walk on a treadmill for 30+ minutes drives me insane! I have to have a book to read if I’m going to do that. I don’t feel as if I’m accomplishing anything. When I shovel at least I’m getting something else done. When I am working in my garden I am doing something productive. To me exercising is similar to sunbathing… both of them are a waste of time that could be spent doing something more productive.

So why am I posting all of this? I’m going to do my best to fit in more exercise and watch what I eat. I am not going to count calories because that annoys me, too. I will attempt to make healthier choices and find alternate things to keep my jaw and mind occupied. I know that it’s going to be hard. I might even cry. But I need your help. I need you to hold me accountable. I need you to encourage me. I need you to give me any tips that might help me over the hurdles that I’m going to face. I plan on posting every Wednesday to give you an update and let you know how it’s coming.

This is going to be a hard challenge for me. I’ve always been a fat girl so dieting and exercising doesn’t come easy to me. I’ve been reminded all of my life that I’m fat and I’m just tired of hating my body. I want to look in the mirror and think how great I look. I want to know that I truly am gorgeous enough to keep Jay’s attention. I’m not doing it for him, though. After all, he already thinks that I’m beautiful and that I don’t need to change. Yes, he earns lots of points and I love him for it. I’m doing this for myself. I need to do it for myself. Hopefully this time I will be successful.

Wish me luck!

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Valentine’s Day Prelude

As I was searching for a cross stitch design on my favorite cross stitch site, 1-2-3 Stitch, I came across a series of Building Blocks that was designed by My Big Toe Designs. There are fourteen designs in this series and I am dying to own all of them. I would love to stitch them to either hang on the walls or to make into a quilt of some sort. However, considering the number of designs I won’t be able to afford all of them.

As I looked at this ‘Love’ block it reminded me that Valentine’s Day is coming up soon. A lot of people detest this “holiday” because they feel that it’s just a trumped-up excuse for card companies, florists, and jewelers to turn a profit right after Christmas. It’s also a day where a lot of women expect that the men in their lives are going to get them something fancy or expensive to prove how much they are loved. What a bunch of nonsense!

I’ve told Jay that I don’t want anything for Valentine’s Day. The guys with whom he works told him not to listen to me because it’s just a test. Even if I say that I don’t want anything that he can’t believe me and should still get me something. That’s just silly. I’m not like most women. I don’t need jewelry to prove to me that Jay loves me. I don’t need to get him a new jet to prove that I love him (even though I know that he would really appreciate it).

Instead, I want to try to act as if every day is Valentine’s Day. Okay, so I’m still a newlywed with hearts still in my eyes. Perhaps I am, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t attempt to treat Jay like he’s the greatest thing to ever happen to me. Deep down inside that’s all anybody wants. They want to know that they are special to somebody. They want to know that they are loved. And they want to be told fairly often so that they don’t have to guess at it. Tell your spouse, or significant other, how handsome they are. Give him/her backrubs when they’ve had a rough day. Leave notes for them to find when you’re not there. Always kiss each other goodbye.

What would happen if you never had another chance to tell your spouse how much you love them and how much they mean to you? Would they know? Would that be one of your greatest regrets? If it would be then start fixing it. As long as they are still with you then it’s never too late. I know without a doubt that if something were to happen to me, Jay would know that to my last breath I had loved him with all of my heart and soul. I have written him a few letters and notes to tell him just that. If I were to leave this earth I know that Jay would have those letters to comfort him and to keep me close. Just like if something were to happen to him I would treasure the notes that he has written to me more than all of the jewelry in my jewelry box added up together.

This Valentine’s Day instead of spending money on your spouse, spend time. Cuddle up with a glass of wine and chat about silly stuff. Make him a nice dinner and discuss some common activities that you could share once the weather improves. Hold each other close and thank God for one another. Never take your spouse for granted. We all have our bad days and rough times, but they are your port in the storm and a source of strength. Hold them close and you will make it through together.

Jay during dance

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Music Makes Me Sing

My First Piano 1986I remember watching the Miss America pageant when I was around the age of 4. One of the contestants was playing the piano as her talent. Something struck a chord with me (no pun intended) and I knew that I wanted to learn how to play piano. My parents couldn’t afford to buy me a piano, but my grandparents went together and bought my first piano for me.

It was a giant old upright that had been painted four or five different colors. You could see them where the paint had been chipped or worn off. It didn’t matter to me, though. I started out with the very basic book and started to teach myself how to play. Then my mom arranged with the lady up the road for me to take piano lessons from her. That arrangement lasted for 10 years. During that time I also took Organ lessons from her during the summer.

Me at the pianoIn school I played French Horn in the band and brass quintet. I sang in every choral group that I possibly could. I even volunteered to accompany the elementary after school choral group. After my high school merged, though, they were able to afford a professional accompanist so I was pushed out of that role. It broke my heart because I loved it so much.

In college I sang in the choir and then would head to the Chapel once a week just to play the Steinway that was there. Nobody was around so I could play and sing to my heart’s content. In the last ten years I have been so busy with other pursuits that my piano playing has fallen to the wayside. In fact, I was afraid that I would have to give my piano up when Jay and I moved into our house. My dad had moved my piano for me to my house last year, but he swore that he would never move it again because it was so heavy. Jay could tell that I didn’t really want to give it up so he promised me that he would move it to our new house. And he did. It needs to be tuned again, a few of the strings are in need of attention, and the case is a bit worse for wear, but I can sit and play to my heart’s content.

I’m not very good. Yes, I can play and make the tune heard, but I can’t play by ear. I can’t play just based on a chord notation. Despite the ten years of piano lessons my fingers are very rusty and need to be whipped back into shape. I feel like I’ve lost five years of those lessons and can’t even begin to think about playing in public for a long while. However, there’s nothing like sitting at the piano and imagining that you are the best pianist ever and that your singing makes others long for you to continue playing. I cringe when I hit the wrong notes or can’t quite get the fingering right, but no matter what it makes me happy to play.

With all of that in mind I decided to join the choir at Church. I wasn’t raised in a church-going family so I never had the opportunity to belong to a church choir before. I’m not familiar with most of the songs so I’m glad that I can at least read music because I can muddle my way through. God didn’t bless me with musical talent like Elton John’s or Jennifer Hudson’s. Instead, He blessed me with the love of music. When I sing in church I feel like I am truly praising Him. I am not good at praying because I wasn’t ever taught how to do it correctly. I try my best, but when I sing I feel like that is the best way for me to show Him my love.

This week I experienced something new. We were singing “How Great Is Our God.” As I was singing the chorus I experienced a chill that shot down through me and gave me goosebumps. I usually only get those kinds of chills when I’m singing patriotic songs that speak about how wonderful this Country is and how blessed we are to live here. Maybe you could say that the spirit touched me. Maybe you could say that I was standing in a draft. Maybe. Either way, it was touching and made me feel like I was doing exactly what I was meant to do. I was meant to literally sing my praises to the Lord. And who knows. Maybe He has other plans for my musical abilities. I wasn’t meant to make millions in concert like Jennifer Hudson, but perhaps my love of music will inspire somebody else or at least bring joy to somebody at church. The lady who sits next to me tells me that I have a lovely voice. It’s one of the nicest compliments I’ve received. 🙂

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Snow… YUCK!

Country Traffic Jam

Lake Effect Snow. Those three words will send chills down my spine. Not because it’s cold. Nope. It makes me shudder with dread because I know that I’ll have to end up driving in it. I’ve grown up in the snow belt so you would think that I would be used to it by now, but I’m not. Depending on how the snow bands set up you could have perfectly clear weather in one part of the County, and ten miles away the visibility will be almost zero because of wind and snow. Our area gets a lot of snow as compared to the rest of the country, but the hill where my parents live typically gets the most snow in the County. Thus, I’ve had lots of practice driving in the snow. Again, that doesn’t make it any easier when you do have to drive through it.

Like Thursday and Friday. The house where Jay and I live is about a 50 minute drive from my work in good weather. Thursday it took me an hour and a half. Friday morning it took me an hour and a half. Friday night it took me an hour and 20 minutes (the weather must be improving!). The scariest thing about driving in the snow isn’t the actual snow itself, it’s the other drivers in that snow.

For instance, Friday morning as I was doing 40 mph behind a semi, this IDIOT in a full size pickup with a plow on the front comes screaming up in the left-hand lane doing about 60 mph. I was upset with him about that because he then threw this cloud of snow in my direction which obscured my view. What REALLY upset me is that he was talking on his cellphone!! When you can find yourself in a white-out at any moment it’s best to have both hands on the steering wheel and full attention being paid to the road ahead of you.

About a mile down the road I was beind that same semi when another semi started passing us. Again, I was not happy because a semi will REALLY throw a ton of snow your way. That wasn’t the worst part, though. As the flying semi was passing I noticed the semi ahead of me put on his brakes and attempt to swerve to the left… except he couldn’t because that other semi was there. What happened next had me freaked out! Suddenly I saw what caused the truck in front of me to throw on his brakes… there was another disabled semi sitting on the shoulder of the road! I think that I clenched every muscle in my body as I watched those trucks run three-wide across the snowy interstate. I fully expected to see somebody’s trailer being torn open like a sardine can and tossed back at me. I honestly don’t know how that didn’t happen, whether it was the skill of the driver ahead of me or the simple fact that God was watching out for us, but luckily those three made it past each other without a scratch. It was definitely too close for comfort!

One thing is for sure… I need to get a job closer to home. I don’t need Jay (and my parents) worrying about me driving in this kind of weather. And I certainly don’t enjoy the drive. I white-knuckle it the entire way. It’s going to snow for the next couple of months so please keep me in your prayers.

 

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A Miniature Bowie

This past weekend Jay went up to the Hobby shop to pick up some servos and other things that he had ordered for the Huey. Before he left, the guy who owns the place asked Jay to give me something. This guy does a lot of metal work and other kinds of interesting crafts. He gave me some stamped pieces of metal last winter to make into earrings. I think that he likes me. 😉

Mini Bowie Knife 1This is what Jay handed me this weekend. Isn’t it beautifully packaged?

The bird is kind of this guy’s signature.

He told Jay that it wasn’t quite Civil War, but close enough.

 

 

Mini Bowie Knife 2Isn’t it cute??!! Look how tiny it is!

 

 

 

 

 

Mini Bowie Knife 4He even sharpened the edges!

 

 

 

 

 

Mini Bowie Knife 3The explanation under the top of the cover was my favorite part about it. This gentleman knows that I am a conservative and how I feel about a lot of liberal nonsense, so I loved the added humor of his warning! lol

 

 

Mini Bowie Knife 5I really am impressed, though, with the idea that he made this out of a nail. He has a lot of talent and I feel so honored to have received one of these. He has loyal customers who will pay good money for things like this, yet he gives it to me for free.

It currently holds a place on top of my bookshelves so that I can look at it whenever I get the urge.

Is that great or what?!

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More Wedding Talk…

I had wanted to write a couple of blog posts during my lunch, but for some reason I can’t access my account at work. I can access Facebook, but not my blog. How much sense does that make??

Anyway, I decided to go take a look at a cross stitch board that I used to frequent. I like to see if there are any new patterns or any updates on COLE’s Quilts. There are a lot of off-topic posts, though, and once in a while I will open one just to see what people are saying. I usually discover that I’m in the minority when it comes to a lot of the off-topic stuff. I don’t care for a lot of fiction, so I can’t go on and on about certain new novels. I don’t watch a lot of TV so I can’t join in on the latest post regarding the current hot show. Then there are the husband-bashing threads that make me sick to read. I just want to ask these women, “If your husbands are so stupid and horrible, why did you marry them??”

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The topic that made me roll my eyes and leave the website today was the discussion on what color of dress the Mother of the Bride and the Mother of the Groom should wear. Since I just got married I thought that I would read to see what the ‘rules’ are for this process. You would not believe the strong stances that these women are taking on how you pick the color of dress to be worn! Apparently you can’t choose this color because it will clash and the Mother of the Groom has to wait for the Mother of the Bride to choose her dress first, etc. Maybe I’m completely off base, but to me this is a silly conversation! Who cares what they wear?? Who cares if they clash with the bridesmaids dresses? Unless your sister, or sister-in-law, is in the wedding then what does it matter? They won’t be in the same pictures as the bridesmaids anyway!

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I’ve been told that I was a laid-back and completely nonchalant bride. I was told this many times. My mother-in-law asked me what color of dress she should pick, and what style, etc. I was puzzled. What does it matter what I say? I wasn’t about to tell her what she was to wear because honestly I didn’t care. I told her the truth, “I don’t care what you wear. You can pick any style or color that you want. The only thing that I want you to make sure of is that when you’re wearing the dress you love it and feel gorgeous in it.” I know that her favorite color is purple so I told her that she could wear that if she wanted. I think that she actually tried to find something else, but she kept coming back to a purple dress. Luckily she bought it, managed to get a good deal on it, and she looked beautiful in it!

My mom didn’t ask me what color to wear because I think that she would have chosen whatever she wanted anyway, which is perfectly fine with me. She ended up finding a really pretty blue dress that matched the blue in my dress. Did I get upset that she was trying to steal my spotlight by wearing a dress that was similar in color to mine? Nope. She managed to get a really good deal on it, plus she looked gorgeous in it. My bridesmaids wore black because I wanted them to get dresses that they could wear again, and every woman needs a black dress in her closet. My mom bought them matching shawls and made their earrings. Then we all wore our string of pearls and bracelets. I think that my wedding party looked really good.

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The guys didn’t have to rent tuxes, either. I knew that neither my dad nor Jay would be comfortable in a tux so why put them through that? Every guy should own a black suit to have in his closet, so I told the guys (fathers and groomsmen) to wear black suits with white shirts. Then as their gift for being in the wedding party Jay and I bought matching ties for him and his guys. We also bought a dark blue tie for my dad (he wanted to wear something that went along with the rest of the guys), but it had a different pattern to it so that it wasn’t exactly like the guys’. Also, the dark blue went with my mom’s dress. Karen, Jay’s mom, was talking with me about her husband’s suit and she didn’t know what he was going to wear for a tie. I mentioned how I had bought my dad one to match my mom’s dress, so she bought her husband a dark purple one to match hers. It really worked out well!

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It’s insane how much some women stress out about the wedding and reception. They spend more time worrying about the color palette than they do about the actual marriage. Jay and I had to go to Pre-Cana in order to be married in the Catholic church. There were probably a dozen couples in total, with us being the couple getting married the soonest. At this point in time I had no idea what I was going to do for favors, for centerpieces, or even what I was going to do for the cake topper. I hadn’t yet ordered table cloths or really talked much with the DJ. I didn’t talk a lot of details with the women, but I’m sure that they had a MUCH better idea what they were going to do at their receptions and ceremonies than I did. And they were much more stressed about it. In fact, I was a bit appalled because Jay and I were the only couple in the room who looked like they even loved each other. The other couples looked like they didn’t even want to be there with their partner. Jay and I had moved our chairs so that we could sit close together, we held hands, and I rubbed his back a lot. As we listened to the presenters we were amazed at how many important topics these other couples hadn’t discussed. Brides freak out and stress out over the bridesmaids dresses and the fact that she can’t find the perfect shade of pink to correctly coordinate with the flowers that she is having flown in specially from across the country for her special day. Yet, once the wedding is over and she is now living with her husband in every day life, she has no idea how to make a budget or how to have a constructive conversation with her husband over the fact that he feels she should cook every night and she can’t fry an egg to save her life. Where are our priorities??

This is why I get upset. Jay and I essentially planned our wedding in two months. We were in the process of buying a house so we knew that we couldn’t spend a lot on a wedding (not that we would have wanted to even if we could). Thanks to the help that our parents gave to us, both monetary and physical, we were able to pull off what I believe was a beautiful and perfect-for-us wedding. One of Jay’s cousins is getting married this spring and we were told that she was worried about how she was going to be able to top our wedding. The kicker? Her budget is probably ten times the total dollar amount that we spent on ours. I’m sure that her wedding will be gorgeous, but that’s what is perfect for her and her fiance. Jay and I are simple people. Maybe that’s the difference. The finery and trappings really don’t concern us much. If we know that we have a solid structure to build upon then we are good and will be happy with it.

So, maybe Jay’s mom chose her dress before my mom had one… and maybe I didn’t care what anybody wore because that didn’t matter to me… and maybe I didn’t stress about the fact that I didn’t order my bouquet from a floral shop and instead I bought the flowers at Wal-Mart and assembled it myself… guess what? I don’t care. I have a great marriage with a wonderful man whom I love very much, and who I know loves me. That right there is what matters the most.

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