The Dreamlifter Oops

So…someone made a HUGE mistake last night.  And when I say huge, I am not kidding.  Let me explain.

Wichita has three airports.  Mid-Continent Airport, McConnell Air Force Base, and Jabara Airport.  There are certain planes that shouldn’t land at the two smaller airports (Mid-Continent and Jabara)…

Like a Boeing DreamLifter.  It’s a modified Dreamliner, and it freaking huge.  It needs a 9,000 ft runway to take off.   Jabara is only 6,100 ft long.

The pilots were trying to land at the Air Force Base but somehow ended up at Jabara.  Oops.

Here’s the whole story:  http://www.kwch.com/news/local-news/boeing-dreamlifter-lands-at-jabara/-/21054266/23081256/-/oma90hz/-/index.html

So this morning, I went over to Wichita to see if I could get some pictures.

And this afternoon, and I was headed out of ICT, I braved the traffic, and the cold, windy, rainy winter weather to see it take off.

 

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Mother Road Marathon!

Oh, I hurt…I really, really hurt.  But probably not as much as the runners in the Mother Road Marathon today.  I’ve decided that you’ve gotta be a certain kind of awesome to run a half marathon, let alone a full marathon.

This morning was the 4th running of the Mother Road Marathon on Route 66.  It’s the only marathon to run through three states:  Oklahoma, Kansas, and Missouri.  It passes through 6 cities, starting in Commerce, OK, and finishing in Joplin, MO.  KOAM was out today, running a hydration station at mile 19.  Halfway between Riverton, KS and Galena, KS.

Right at the top of Heart Attack Hill.  I mean it.  That’s what we call it.   It’s one of those hills that when a the runners come up to it, they go “Holy shit, I’ve got to run up that??”  And when they get to the top of it, there we are with music, water, and Gatorade.  One lady did a cart wheel when she got to the top today.  I’m surprised she had the energy.

Thankfully, no one has ever had a heart attack running up Heart Attack Hill…but there’s another reason we gave it that name…

IMG_2827 IMG_2828Yes.  you are seeing that right.  That’s our tent, set up next to a cemetery.

IMG_2815We work the graveyard shift!

I love old cemeteries.  I can imagine so many stories accompanying those beaten up headstones.

 

Well, congrats to all the insanely awesome people who ran in the marathon today!!  Maybe one of these years I’ll be running it with you…

Ow.  I hurt just thinking about it.

For more information about the Mother Road Marathon, visit:  http://www.runmrm.com/

Sunrise and the Lazy Dog

I love this time of year.  I love the fall, I love the rain…and I love when the sunrise starts just after my show is over at 7am.  It means I get shots like this when I look out my office window.

Silo Sunrise wide

Silo Sunrise close

Silo Sunrise tree

 

Then, when I get home to upload the pictures to the computer, I get this, from the dog who thinks I should be paying attention to him 100% of the time.

Pay attention to me!Mom, why aren’t you paying attention to me yet?

Yawn!

 

Oh, and I brought my pictures home from the LBD Photo Contest…the ones from my last post.  They are now proudly displayed on the wall!

The five enteriesAnd the winner!

The winner

 

 

My First Photo Contest

Um…well…it’s been a while since I’ve posted.  No excuse really, just haven’t gotten off my butt to type an entry.

One of my best friends came down to visit over the past weekend.  To most, that’s no big deal, except that Crystal and I have been planning trips to see each other for years, and something has happened EVERY TIME to keep us from getting together.  It’s like the Universe didn’t want to allow us in the same place at the same time for some insane reason.  Well…screw you, Universe!  We beat you this time!  The proof:

Crystal and Strider

 

On another topic, Little Balkan’s Days was going on in Pittsburg the same weekend Crystal visited.  One of the events happening was the Photo Contest.  Now, Mom was after me for YEARS to enter some of my photos in contests (for that matter, so was Aunt Judy), and I never really got around to it.  Partly because I was a bit lazy about it, and partly because I didn’t want to pay any entry fees.  Well, the LBD Photo Contest was free to enter, so I thought what the hell?  Why not?

So…here are the five photos I entered:

Tiger Buddha Taking Offerings of Dasani KOAM's Shorter Tower Switcher

 

And that photo that took First Place in the Animal category…

The Grumpy GorillaI am so thrilled!  My first contest, and one of my pictures won!!!  I think Mom would be so proud!!  I took this one when we went to the Sedgwick County Zoo a few years back for Mother’s Day.  Dad and I took Mom, and Chris and the kids took Steph and Carol.  It was such a fun day, and mom really had a blast.  I’m so glad one of the pictures I took with Mom won.

Early Saturday Mornings

Okay.  I love my job.  Even though it requires me to get up at 3:30 am every day.  I really, really love my job.

But I also really, really love my weekends.  I get to sleep in.  Normally, I get up around 8 am.  Now, I know that for most people, 8 am on a Saturday is early.  But for me, anything past 4 am is sleeping in.

There’s not much that I’m willing to get up for before 8 am on a Saturday.  As a matter of fact, there’s only one thing I’m willing to set the alarm for 6:30 am for.

The Farmer’s Market.

The HaulThis is $20 worth of food.

Three heads of garlic, two zucchini, three squash, one, patty pan(?) squash, five cucumbers, one head of broccoli, four tomatoes, one pint of blackberries, and one pound of green beans.

Oh, do I have plans for cooking this week!

And since it’s summer, and tomatoes are FINALLY at the Farmer’s Market, I can make my favorite summer sandwich.

The NomsToasted Bagel, Cream Cheese with Tomato.

Best.  Sandwich.  Ever.

So…anyone got any good recipes for a ton of squash??

 

 

On The Way Home

So, a few more photos from last weekend’s insanity.  As I was driving home last Sunday, I was stopped by some construction at one of the bridges.  Since Hwy 400 is a 2 lane road, construction on a bridge means one lane traffic!  Which means drivers get to sit and wait until the traffic from the opposite direction passes.

While I was waiting, I took these:

Barn

Barn and Silo

What a week!

And that is an understatement!  Last week was crazy insane…it took me this long to recover enough to post about it.

It started last Monday evening when Dad called me.  Our 15 year old deaf, blind, barely-able-to-walk Rat Terrier ran away when she was let out to go potty.  It hit us pretty hard.  We’ve had Bebe for 13 years.

Itty-Bitty Itchy-Bitchy

She was adopted by us after our Greyhound died of bone cancer.  A classmate of mine in high school who worked at a local vet bought in a photo of her to show me.  I took it home, showed it to Mom and Dad, and then went to work.  Half way through my shift, they came through the drive-thru with the dog.  I found out the next day, another family had come in, wanting to adopt her about 30 min after my parents took her home.

So…Bebe ran away.  But Dad and I are both firm believers in “Everything happens for a reason.”

On Wednesday, a coworker of mine sent out an email to everyone at the station that there was a Corgi at the city shelter, needing a home FAST.  If he didn’t get adopted, he would likely be put down.

Now, EVERYBODY AT WORK KNOWS I LOVE CORGIS.  I cannot stress that enough.  There wasn’t a single person in that building that didn’t think of me when Meg sent that email.

The MugshotI mean come on!  Look at that face!!  Was there ever any doubt that he was coming home with me?

Nope.  And I had a plan!

So I called Dad, and asked him if he was interested in adopting him.  It took him about 10 seconds to say yes.  He’s wanted a Corgi for years; ever since I brought Strider home.  Cue frantic phone calls and text messages to Meg!  Thursday, Wizard (formerly Troy but dad renamed him) came home with me!

And Strider was not amused.   But I expected that.  After the initial rush of “omaigawdnewplace!!!” and “why did you bring this hyper ping-pong ball into my house?” from the dogs, they actually started getting along pretty well.  Or ignoring each other at least…

Except for this:

The Chair!

It didn’t last long.  Because Wizard discovered the sofa!

Happy Smiley

 

SleepyI think he was happy to sleep on a soft couch instead of a hot slab of concrete…

Well… Friday came along, and it was time to take Wizard to my Dad.  Went to work, worried that my house would be in shambles when I got home…yadda, yadda, yadda.

The house was fine.  Went to load up the car, and things went pear-shaped from there.  As I was taking an arm load of stuff to the car, a brown blur of fur ran out between my feet.  I thought it was Wizard.  He had no tags, and I live on a busy street.  So I took chase…and promptly stepped in a hole and rolled my right ankle.  When I was able to shake the stars from my eyes, I saw it was Strider, who had gone to wait by the car for me, like he always does when we go to Grandpa’s.  I finally get up, and manage to make it to the car and let the dog in, then load my crap in, and hobble back to the apartment to get Wizard.

It is not fun driving two and a half hours with a sprained ankle and two hyper dogs in the back seat.

We finally get to Dad’s house.  And Dad notices a message on the answering machine.

A trucker out of Ponca City called us.  He was picking up oil from one of the tank farms about 3-4 miles west of Dad’s house when he found Bebe curled up in the shadow of one of the drums.  Alive.

By this time, she had been missing for six days, four of which had heat indexes in the 100s.  A 15 yr old, blind, deaf, 16 pound Rat Terrier had somehow managed to make it that far for that long in that heat and survive.  He was able to get close enough to her to see and call our phone number on her tag.  He gave her some water and food, then let us know.  When we got there, she was still there.  Exhausted.  We got her into the car, and when she realized who it was, she just went nuts.  She was so excited to be going home.  And the strangest thing?  She’s acting like nothing happened!  Dad took her to vet on Monday with Wizard, and both dogs got a clean bill of health.  Bebe had only lost 2 pounds.

So, now…Dad and Kim have four dogs.

Add Strider to the mix, and it was a crazy weekend!

 

Waiting for DadWizard, Strider and Bebe waiting for dad to come home.

The PackThe Pack, trying to sneak out the door.  Wizard and Bebe standing by the door, Strider laying by my Dad’s feet, and Kim’s Carirn Terrier’s Toto (in pink) and Ruby (in red) to the right.

Getting alongAnd finally, Strider and Wizard getting along enough to fall asleep only a few inches away from each other.

In the end, everything worked out…almost  Bebe came home, Wizard was saved from doggie death row and is settling in to his new home nicely, and I’m nursing a swollen ankle…

It was worth it.