<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:36:40.001-09:00</updated><category term='scenery'/><category term='weather'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='God'/><category term='visit'/><category term='random'/><category term='alaska aviation'/><category term='day trip'/><category term='music'/><category term='winter'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='anchorage'/><category term='prayer requests'/><category term='flying'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='to do list'/><category term='mom and dad'/><category term='priorities'/><category term='breaking bread'/><category term='bush life'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='youth'/><category term='Mary Kay'/><category term='maintenance'/><category term='overhaul'/><category term='135 ops'/><category term='scattered thoughts'/><category term='aviation'/><category term='whistle pig wednesday'/><category term='Alaska'/><category term='friends'/><category term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>Liz's Landings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-4271229557028083265</id><published>2012-02-06T21:04:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:05:47.308-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alaska aviation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overhaul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maintenance'/><title type='text'>207 Fuel selector overhaul</title><content type='html'>Fuel is crucial.&amp;nbsp; Ask any pilot.&amp;nbsp; Whether you are in the air and want fuel to flow to your engine, or on fire, wanting the fuel to STOP going to the engine, a properly working selector valve is pretty important.&amp;nbsp; So when you have a working valve, it makes one nervous to take it apart and replace O-rings.&amp;nbsp; Especially when one of the most experienced guys in the shop walks up, says, "wow, you are brave!" and walks away.&amp;nbsp; But I survived, and it passed leak tests.&amp;nbsp; The real test will be when it goes in the plane, but for now, I can be happy about actually succeeding.&amp;nbsp; And having pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-upJIt9EL7Ik/TzC78VWjyqI/AAAAAAAABAk/3ur171v79go/s1600/DSC02044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iaHNiaSpGyo/TzC3hC8WuLI/AAAAAAAAA_8/2kVCPle8dTc/s1600/DSC02031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iaHNiaSpGyo/TzC3hC8WuLI/AAAAAAAAA_8/2kVCPle8dTc/s320/DSC02031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuel selector, lines marked, ready for removal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TJUfP_9wBk/TzC4Jb_JpvI/AAAAAAAABAU/EBXVJhcqscw/s1600/DSC02037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TJUfP_9wBk/TzC4Jb_JpvI/AAAAAAAABAU/EBXVJhcqscw/s320/DSC02037.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cleaning with acetone.&amp;nbsp; Making sure not to erase alignment marks!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-upJIt9EL7Ik/TzC78VWjyqI/AAAAAAAABAk/3ur171v79go/s1600/DSC02044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-upJIt9EL7Ik/TzC78VWjyqI/AAAAAAAABAk/3ur171v79go/s320/DSC02044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old O-rings. I think they were originally round. The sticker on the unit had a cure date from '69. Replacement is well overdue.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSjfcDVOxCY/TzC6gzCdIcI/AAAAAAAABAc/9_6FoAQmXE8/s1600/DSC02046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSjfcDVOxCY/TzC6gzCdIcI/AAAAAAAABAc/9_6FoAQmXE8/s320/DSC02046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the parts and pieces lined up, just like the picture from the manual&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2019506493"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2019506494"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't have a picture of it all back together, but rest assured that its no longer in 14 million little pieces.&amp;nbsp; My tips for anyone attempting this act:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. read the instructions from the manual, copy pictures, take notes, cross off steps already completed, whatever it takes to make sure you do everything in order and don't miss a step.&lt;br /&gt;2. Disassemble on a tray or something to help catch little pieces.&amp;nbsp; There are 6 springs, 2 little silver balls, and countless other pieces that are easy to lose and expensive to replace. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;3. Lubricate sparingly with fuel-lube.&amp;nbsp; DC-4 is much more likely to clog stuff up, and is not as compatible with fuel.&amp;nbsp; Or so they told me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;4. make sure you have everything lined up exactly right when you put it together. I think I had to remove and install the last roll pin about 5 times, cause something wasn't lined up right, then i forgot the washer, then something else wasn't exact, then I forgot the washer again... rest assured that it is now perfect :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-4271229557028083265?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/4271229557028083265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=4271229557028083265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4271229557028083265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4271229557028083265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2012/02/fuel-is-crucial.html' title='207 Fuel selector overhaul'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iaHNiaSpGyo/TzC3hC8WuLI/AAAAAAAAA_8/2kVCPle8dTc/s72-c/DSC02031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-5481476142830482395</id><published>2012-01-13T23:34:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:34:23.338-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!</title><content type='html'>I had a whole post about a delectable pot of salmon chowder that I made completely disappear!&amp;nbsp; I am totally frustrated with blogger right now!&amp;nbsp; Ok, so its possibly my fault a little... but still! Where did my witty instructions on how to cook like me go??&amp;nbsp; I will get you next time, blogger...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-5481476142830482395?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/5481476142830482395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=5481476142830482395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/5481476142830482395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/5481476142830482395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2012/01/argh.html' title='Argh!'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-649204224170684510</id><published>2012-01-13T23:31:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:31:22.033-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at how good I am doing...</title><content type='html'>... at not keeping up the blog already this year!&amp;nbsp; Well the past few weeks have been full of adventures in town, house sitting, moving back home (PTA home, not oregon home), and planning for Hawaii.&amp;nbsp; Last week, we finally broke the -30 streak by warming up to -10.&amp;nbsp; Man it feels warm in comparison!&amp;nbsp; It dropped back down again for the weekend, then came up ABOVE FREEZING on tuesday!&amp;nbsp; Seriously thought I was in the tropics, since it was over 60 degrees warmer.&amp;nbsp; This too shall pass though, as it is now back to 20 below.&amp;nbsp; We did manage to get in a blizzard and a good solid dumping of snow in the past few days.&amp;nbsp; I think the trend for the rest of the week is single digits during the day, below zero at night, and clear.&amp;nbsp; Not too shabby for Alaska!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-649204224170684510?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/649204224170684510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=649204224170684510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/649204224170684510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/649204224170684510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2012/01/look-at-how-good-i-am-doing.html' title='Look at how good I am doing...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-2091851956061251825</id><published>2011-12-31T16:22:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:22:50.727-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><title type='text'>resolutions for 2012 (with a shiny new grading system!)</title><content type='html'>1. Consistently work through Bible Study materials.&amp;nbsp; Kind of arbitrary, but it won't be easy to score otherwise. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;2. start a monthly newsletter to prayersupporters.&amp;nbsp; I know people are praying for me, but I owe it to them tobe accountable, and it will keep them more in the loop, and they willbe more accountable to pray for specifics.&amp;nbsp; (Hey... this looks awfully familiar!)&amp;nbsp; 8.3% per month of writing monthly news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. no facebook chat.&amp;nbsp; It sucks away entire evenings. I just need to learn to email or call.&amp;nbsp; Every time I get on, -5% &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't get eaten by wildlife. This is a pass/fail sort of thing. this also might be to pad my year end grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Get my IA.&amp;nbsp; For those of you who don't speak aviation maintenance, thatis my Inspections Authorization.&amp;nbsp; It allows me to sign off annualinspections, major repairs and alterations, and some other stuff I amsure. (why yes, I do need to study...)&amp;nbsp; I am eligible to test for it inOctober.&amp;nbsp; 100% if I get it, 75% if I am ready for the test and haven'ttaken it, 50% if I take the test and fail, 25% if I have at leaststarted to study, and 0% if I don't touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Work on priorities.&amp;nbsp; How's that for vauge?&amp;nbsp; I know the details about this, but I'm not putting it out there for the blogger world to see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. lose 25 lbs.&amp;nbsp; 4% per pound, easy enough. I guess anything over that can be extra credit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;8. Blog at least once a week.&amp;nbsp; 1.5% per post.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I realize that works out to more than once a week.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;9. Summit Tanalian. Should be no problem.&amp;nbsp; Pass/Fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;10. Do at least a mile 5 days a week.&amp;nbsp; Even if it is just skiing to work.&amp;nbsp; Basically this works out to having to come up with something new if I get a ride to work.&amp;nbsp; the math is a little more than my brain can handle right now... (I can't figure out the math right now. But it will be figure out-able come year end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;11. be better about working full weeks.&amp;nbsp; 40+ hrs = 2 pts, -.1 points for .1 hours, and so on.&amp;nbsp; Every 5 hours over 40 is an extra point.&amp;nbsp; Vacation weeks don't count, nor do holidays (1/2 day on 4th of July, Thanksgiving, Christmas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-2091851956061251825?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/2091851956061251825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=2091851956061251825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2091851956061251825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2091851956061251825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/12/resolutions-for-2012-with-shiny-new.html' title='resolutions for 2012 (with a shiny new grading system!)'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-84594137070773401</id><published>2011-12-29T18:17:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T18:17:49.442-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><title type='text'>wrapping up 2011</title><content type='html'>Its a good thing I didn't resolve to share all my resolutions at the beginning of the year, cause I managed to post once about them?&amp;nbsp; Oh well, you are getting them all now, with a few comments on how I feel I did.&amp;nbsp; I will wrap it up with an arbitrary grade, since I didn't incorporate a real grading system.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;1-spend more time with God: more worship, more Bible study, etc.&lt;/div&gt;While I have been doing more in the way of God time, its still not consistent.&amp;nbsp; I do more worship though, as I have started playing cello with the worship team at church regularly.&amp;nbsp; I'll give myself a C, since I am no where near where I wanted to be when I made this resolution.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;2-get up earlier.&amp;nbsp; Not just to laze around in the mornings, but to do some devotions, possibly a little exercise, and just be more alert for the rest of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one got better for a while, then really bad, but is now back to being better.&amp;nbsp; I give myself a B, since I have been pro-active about changing my habits when they slip.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;3-get 500 hours flight time so I can be on the part 135 for work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to throw this one out, since my goals changed a little bit as far as career progression goes.&amp;nbsp; I still want to fly, but I have another certificate in maintenance to pick up before I want to do that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;4-lose weight (how cliche is that??&amp;nbsp; But really, I could stand to lose something)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have lost 25 pounds since last year.&amp;nbsp; I give myself an A for this one!&amp;nbsp; I eat a little healthier, I drink a lot more water, but I think the biggest contributing factor is commuting to work now that I live on the other end of town.&amp;nbsp; I either walk or ski, depending on the weather.&amp;nbsp; Since its a half mile each way, it adds up pretty fast.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;5-be less self righteous.&amp;nbsp; This will basically be displayed by reaching out more to others instead of waiting for them to reach out to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;I have done better with this.&amp;nbsp; Last spring was not great (living alone will do that to me) but I am actively working on this one.&amp;nbsp; I give it a C.&amp;nbsp; Still needs improvement, but its much better than last year.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;6-no more feeling sorry for myself.&amp;nbsp; Its SO easy to fall into that trap, and its pretty miserable.&amp;nbsp; Instead of holding low opinions of myself and others, I just need to think about something else, or spend time with said people so I won't be quite so bitter toward them.&amp;nbsp; I feel that this could also lead to deeper relationships, and the ability to lead the youth in a slightly more adult/wise manner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think I have finally broken out of this.&amp;nbsp; But it took me most of the year to do so.&amp;nbsp; Therefore, it gets a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;7-spend time with the youth.&amp;nbsp; Learning how to work with these kids is just the start of my learning how to minister effectively.&amp;nbsp; I know that they enjoy me (likely because I am the new girl) so I want to take advantage of that: earn their trust, their love, and their confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend and I started a regular Bible study with the girls, and I continue to head that up.&amp;nbsp; I also attend youth group with them somewhat regularly, and will take care of a few of the girls if their parents are out of town. Another shiny gold star for me!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;8-not be a couch potato-this means not coming home from work and sitting on the couch the rest of the evening.&amp;nbsp; I need to do at least one bit of housecleaning (not including dishes) every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, I think I am better about this.&amp;nbsp; It's hard to judge, since I live with a family now instead of on my own.&amp;nbsp; Arbitrary B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;9-keep a cleaner/less cluttered house.&amp;nbsp; Not immaculately clean, but better than I have been doing.&amp;nbsp; Starting with the pile of clothes in the bedroom... I need to figure out a system for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, hard to judge now that I live somewhere different.&amp;nbsp; If anything, I do a better job of keeping my stuff out of the living room, but the laundry thing is still an ongoing battle.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I need less clothes.&amp;nbsp; however, I improved a lot in my housekeeping skills, so I will give it a B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;10-be more financially accountable.&amp;nbsp; Figure out a budget, get loans all situated, and get my feet under me financially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I should get a shiny gold star for this one as well.&amp;nbsp; Not because I am rolling in the dough, but I have an attainable goal for loan payoff, I live in a location where I don't spend much money at all, and I don't do much online shopping.&amp;nbsp; I even have a growing savings account!&amp;nbsp; A+!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;11-start a monthly newsletter to prayer supporters.&amp;nbsp; I know people are praying for me, but I owe it to them to be accountable, and it will keep them more in the loop, and they will be more accountable to pray for specifics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it doesn't really count, does it?&amp;nbsp; considering the two days left this year, I don't think this will happen.&amp;nbsp; I guess I know one of my resolutions for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus the one that gets thrown out and the one failure, that gives me a 3.0 average.&amp;nbsp; I'll take it!&amp;nbsp; Here's to 2012 being even better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-84594137070773401?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/84594137070773401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=84594137070773401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/84594137070773401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/84594137070773401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/12/wrapping-up-2011.html' title='wrapping up 2011'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-5262232249641840244</id><published>2011-12-17T00:30:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T00:30:02.736-09:00</updated><title type='text'>the zeal of Peter</title><content type='html'>The disciples are experiencing a pretty incredible roller coaster by the time they get to Acts 1.&amp;nbsp; From spending 3 and a half years with the radical Jesus, to His gruesome crucifixion, to having Him alive again, and walking among them for 40 days.&amp;nbsp; Finally, He ascends into heaven, with a promise to return.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passage I really zone into starts at 15, when Peter addresses the group (numbering about 120).&amp;nbsp; He quotes the Psalms, and determines that their immediate responsibility is to fill Judas' role in the 12.&amp;nbsp; Usually when I read this story, I just take it for what it is, the next part of the story.&amp;nbsp; But then I stopped to wonder why.&amp;nbsp; I came up with a few things, and a moral of the story.&amp;nbsp; Its all speculation and my understanding of the text.&amp;nbsp; Feel free to offer input, share thoughts, and further look into this matter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one thing on Peter's mind is the role of treasurer is empty.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps he thought that the 12 apostles would continue to function in ministry as a group of 12, and they were responsible to fill the last spot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Peter's time with Jesus, Jesus frequently quoted scripture for many purposes.&amp;nbsp; From defending Himself against the Pharisees, for instruction, and many other instances.&amp;nbsp; Was Peter trying to follow that example here, trying to piece together applicable scripture?&amp;nbsp; How do these Psalms tie to Judas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am sure the disciples would agree that Judas was chief amongst evildoers, as he betrayed Jesus for 30 pieces of silver.&amp;nbsp; Still, I am having a hard time connecting him to the evildoers described in the Psalms.&amp;nbsp; It seems like the evildoers David (I think he is the author of both quotes, not 100% sure) was describing are pretty specific to his situation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing in the passage, feeling a bit shaky on Peter's justification of his missive, Peter describes the qualifications of the next disciple.&amp;nbsp; Someone who has been there from John baptizing Jesus to His ascension. Where did he find this necessary qualifications?&amp;nbsp; No argument is recorded, and the disciples cast lots to appoint Matthias.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we know the whole story, we know that Paul considers himself an apostle of Jesus.&amp;nbsp; Could it be that God had a plan all along, and didn't need Peter to fill the hole?&amp;nbsp; From a lack of evidence, I conclude that Peter's actions didn't anger the Lord.&amp;nbsp; But this is the only time I hear Matthias mentioned.&amp;nbsp; He didn't author a majority of the New Testament.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Peter's zeal lead to him stepping out of a place of seeking the Lords guidance to doing things on his own.&amp;nbsp; Did he find scripture to justify his agenda?&amp;nbsp; Or was he humbly seeking the Lord's plans for the disciples?&amp;nbsp; They were told to go wait in Jerusalem.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to point fingers and say that Peter was definitely wrong in this instance.&amp;nbsp; But I do want to observe that Peter's efforts, while they made it into scripture, did not have a huge impact on the early church.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next chapter begins the story of the Holy Spirit coming.&amp;nbsp; For me in this study, Peter's actions have shown me that it is important to wait on the Spirit, to humbly seek His guidance, and know that His plans are better than mine.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to quelch my zeal for the Lord, but I don't want to pursue action on any other authority.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-5262232249641840244?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/5262232249641840244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=5262232249641840244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/5262232249641840244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/5262232249641840244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/12/zeal-of-peter.html' title='the zeal of Peter'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-8619475362927909980</id><published>2011-12-13T22:52:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:04:37.458-09:00</updated><title type='text'>the fine art of procrastination</title><content type='html'>but at least you are hearing from me, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am headed off to my next housesitting gig tomorrow, so I should be doing a little packing.  However, that doesn't really appeal to me, so here I am blogging! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. Now I can't come up with anything exciting to say.  I have a list of things to make blog posts about, but I really don't want to delve into them right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the overarching theme of the next few weeks is busyness.  I have something definitely planned 5 of the 7 upcoming nights, and if all the tentative things come together, I won't have a free night till next Wednesday.  In some senses, its AWESOME to have people to hang out with all the time.  In other senses, I am looking at a pile of laundry, a list of blog posts to be written, a room to clean, a camera charger to find, and some other things on my to-do list, wondering when I will ever get to them.  I've been mostly sacrificing sleep in favor of enjoying a little more life.  I'm thankful that I am on my feet most of the day at work, so its a little easier to stay awake than if I had a desk job! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter work projects:&lt;br /&gt;-207 major overhaul (silver bullet rebuild strikes again!)&lt;br /&gt;-navajo major overhaul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, I have been working on navajo seats.  I am sure there will be a post about that coming up, complete with pictures this time!  Its been a lot more work than I was expecting, and I am hoping it will all be worth it in the end.  I wish I was involved in the 207 a little more, but as soon as I am done with these seats, I will get to pick up something on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok ok, since this is full of me saying absolutely nothing, I will stop talking and get packing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-8619475362927909980?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/8619475362927909980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=8619475362927909980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8619475362927909980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8619475362927909980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/12/fine-art-of-procrastination.html' title='the fine art of procrastination'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-1803776960664721022</id><published>2011-12-12T21:45:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T21:47:20.050-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have tried for about an hour to find the "edit colors" buttons on my blog, to no avail.  So here you have it people, a halfway redesigned blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-1803776960664721022?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/1803776960664721022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=1803776960664721022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1803776960664721022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1803776960664721022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/12/uncle.html' title='Uncle!'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-4974709397703856981</id><published>2011-11-28T21:14:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:15:30.012-09:00</updated><title type='text'>minor fix...</title><content type='html'>sorry about the pictures on the last post.&amp;nbsp; I am not quite used to the new format here at blogspot.&amp;nbsp; I have fixed it so you can see the whole picture now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-4974709397703856981?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/4974709397703856981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=4974709397703856981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4974709397703856981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4974709397703856981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/11/minor-fix.html' title='minor fix...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-5321206714395059763</id><published>2011-11-26T18:32:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:12:57.726-09:00</updated><title type='text'>the slow days of winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hhsrc1Meyw/TtG088050qI/AAAAAAAAA_M/WcVrSailv5I/s1600/DSC01884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most circulated myth in Port Alsworth is that winter is the slow season.&amp;nbsp; While there are no lodge guests, less flying, and drastically fewer hours of daylight, the world never seems to slow down for me.&amp;nbsp; In the hangar, winter means project time.&amp;nbsp; In the community, winter means busy school schedules, from sports practices to play rehearsals.&amp;nbsp; Outside of that, regularly scheduled events like Ladies Bible Study, men's prayer breakfast, and AWANA occupy their usual time slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the sun sets around 5:30, I have taken to go into work a bitearly, and take an extra few minutes at lunch to enjoy some daylight.&amp;nbsp;And what better way to do that than with my new cross country skis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFiA0Y3idUQ/TtG0Ziti3BI/AAAAAAAAA_E/OUmiNUCKZcQ/s1600/DSC01881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFiA0Y3idUQ/TtG0Ziti3BI/AAAAAAAAA_E/OUmiNUCKZcQ/s320/DSC01881.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my 1980's style snow pants keep me warm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N7CW544c1_E/TtG0AlSatQI/AAAAAAAAA-8/vJlnT0_tZiM/s1600/DSC01880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N7CW544c1_E/TtG0AlSatQI/AAAAAAAAA-8/vJlnT0_tZiM/s400/DSC01880.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What adventures are in store at the end of these skis?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hhsrc1Meyw/TtG088050qI/AAAAAAAAA_M/WcVrSailv5I/s1600/DSC01884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hhsrc1Meyw/TtG088050qI/AAAAAAAAA_M/WcVrSailv5I/s320/DSC01884.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Autumn and I enjoying a perfect winter day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;Winter is quickly becoming my favorite season.&amp;nbsp; There is something about getting bundled up, playing hard, and coming back in to warm up with a nice hot cup of tea, hot chocolate, or apple cider by the fire that makes it worthwhile.&amp;nbsp; The long winter nights motivate me to enjoy the daylight I do get!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hhsrc1Meyw/TtG088050qI/AAAAAAAAA_M/WcVrSailv5I/s1600/DSC01884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-5321206714395059763?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/5321206714395059763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=5321206714395059763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/5321206714395059763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/5321206714395059763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/11/slow-days-of-winter.html' title='the slow days of winter'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFiA0Y3idUQ/TtG0Ziti3BI/AAAAAAAAA_E/OUmiNUCKZcQ/s72-c/DSC01881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-8126685621852050890</id><published>2011-10-09T23:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:54:33.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, has it really been July since I posted anything? Oops. [insert lame excuse here]. So, what has been happening since July?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-routine inspections&lt;br /&gt;-unscheduled maintenance&lt;br /&gt;-overtime&lt;br /&gt;-beach fires&lt;br /&gt;-new camera&lt;br /&gt;-house guests&lt;br /&gt;-hiking&lt;br /&gt;-experiments in the kitchen (that had delectable outcomes)&lt;br /&gt;-EPIC adventure to DC and OR&lt;br /&gt;-the end of summer&lt;br /&gt;-camping with middle school girls&lt;br /&gt;-playing cello at church with the worship band&lt;br /&gt;-a head injury at work (no mom, it wasn't me, and the guy is fine)&lt;br /&gt;-youth event in Naknek&lt;br /&gt;-all around, just being Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each of the above points could easily be expounded upon into a blog post. If I have time, you might see some themes repeated! If not, well, at least this will serve as proof that I am still alive. Sort of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-8126685621852050890?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/8126685621852050890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=8126685621852050890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8126685621852050890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8126685621852050890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/10/wow-has-it-really-been-july-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-3609290075007840897</id><published>2011-07-11T23:47:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:50:18.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alaska aviation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Praise the Lord for Safety</title><content type='html'>http://www.ktva.com/home/top-stories/Two-Planes-Collide-Midair-Neither-Pilot-Saw-the-Other-Craft-Until-Collision-125388748.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry for not taking the time to figure out how to embed the video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened yesterday afternoon, to a plane that I see in the hangar about every other week. The Lord is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-3609290075007840897?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/3609290075007840897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=3609290075007840897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3609290075007840897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3609290075007840897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/07/praise-lord-for-safety.html' title='Praise the Lord for Safety'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-6307173834261661779</id><published>2011-07-08T11:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T11:53:00.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aviation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maintenance'/><title type='text'>a day in the hangar</title><content type='html'>I have been working in the hangar for 9 months now, and have not introduced you to the characters I work with.  I have given them all nicknames based on events that have taken place since I have been here, and that is a good way to introduce them.  These nicknames aren't what I call them on a regular basis, but I will use them here to keep things sorta straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom- He's the Director of Maintenance.  He got his mechanic's license through an internship here, and has been wrenching for 10+ years.  Now he mostly works on paperwork. I usually spend lunch break (when the weather is bad) in the same room as him, since we both live far enough away that its not entirely worth it to go home over lunch. He plays his video games, and I entertain myself on the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprocket- He ordered a sprocket for a bike or 4 wheeler, and it turned out to be the wrong one.  It was really shiny and pretty, so I suggested he make a clock out of it.  I don't know if he ever did, but the sprocket sat on his tool box for a majority of the spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio- Claim's he isn't very good at anything electronic, so he hops on any project of that variety to improve his skills.  I try not to borrow tools from him, as he really doesn't like people using his tools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redneck- had a 6 wheeler that he decided to tear one axle off of, dubbing it the "fix wheeler."  Most likely to jury rig anything that's not an airplane together, but pretty smart when it comes to making something work and be airworthy as well.  Now lives in Soldotna working on projects there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parts Girl- She comes in twice a week to order parts, organize parts, and otherwise make our lives as mechanics easier.  I don't know what we would do without her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tall one-actually that's the name his wife calls him.  He's 6'4" or something like that.  Grew up out here as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"everything that doesn't fly" guy- (OK, so I need to come up with a better name for this one) He is probably smarter than anyone else in the hangar, but he doesn't have any desire to work on airplanes.  So he is usually beyond his eyeballs in grease working on vehicles, toyo stoves, machinery, and wiring.  He is building a new house for his family, and they are hoping to move in by the end of July last I heard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple others that haven't been around long enough for me to come up with good names.  I will tell you about them when I get a good name for them.  There are also a few that I am not in quite as direct contact with (ground crew, dispatch, and guy in charge of flight ops and personnel and just about anything else) so its not likely that I will be telling stories about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-6307173834261661779?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/6307173834261661779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=6307173834261661779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6307173834261661779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6307173834261661779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-in-hangar.html' title='a day in the hangar'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-7545177733684924026</id><published>2011-07-03T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T11:50:00.282-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aviation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maintenance'/><title type='text'>navajo flap part 2</title><content type='html'>8. Drill pilot holes. I kept the removed pieces for this step. I started with the new leading edge in place, and put the old trailing edge over it to show me where the holes in the spar go.  I drilled about 2 holes per bay, then took everything apart.  Next, you SHOULD do the same with the new trailing edge and old leading edge.  I didn't which gave me a bit of a challenge.  Once the old piece is cut, you lose all reference for straight and not twisted when you go to drill more holes.  Keeping everything straight was the biggest challenge for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Drill the rest of the holes. Once you have pilot holes drilled, cut the old piece into two down the middle, and attach it to the new skin by the pilot holes.  You use the old skin as a guide to drill all the new holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When all else fails, ask the resident welder to build you a jig.  He saw me struggling to keep things lined up, and recommended it.  He took about 15 minutes to make the jig, and it was well worth it.  It kept the spar straight, and just required something under the trailing edge to keep the ribs aligned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Check alignment and trim pieces.  After all the new pieces are drilled, put it all together with clecos to check alignment.  I discovered that I had to remake a piece at this step, because the holes wouldn't line up.  As you remove pieces, mark them for trimming down to the final size.  Another way to mark pieces for trimming is to go back to the old skins, and use them as a reference for where the edges need to be.  Since the pieces are already folded, you can't just shove them in the shears and stomp.  I used a combination of the pneumatic shears and a die grinder to make as straight of lines as possible, then cleaned all the edges up with a scotch brite wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Rivet everything together!  As I observed during removal,  half of the leading edge was riveted on, while everything else was cherried.  So depending on who the availablity of someone to buck rivets for you, you can either start with the trailing edge, or the riveted side of the leading edge.  I have heard rumors of guys who do the whole thing with only a couple cherries, but I am not that good.  We annealed (heat with a heat gun, then quench) the rivets before shooting to make shooting easier.  On the cherry rivets, shop practice is to dip them in JB weld to help hold everything together.  Also, a pneumatic puller makes life awesome in this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Paint. After both flaps are rebuilt, it time to have some fun! At this point, its the usual paint prep: etch and alodine!  we have a grate in the middle of the hangar, so if its a piece too big to do in the sink, we pull up a table, sawhorses, or something over the grate to make cleanup easier.  Then the pieces get hung in the paint room to dry.  When ready to spray, its simply mix paint, put it in the gun, and go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Rhino-line the bottom.  After the paint is dry, some mask off everything you don't want rhino-liner on.  I'm a bit unclear as to how the spraying procedure of this stuff is going to go, so I will let you know when I get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, its been a great learning experience for me.  I only have one flap done, so I will apply everything I learned from doing the first one into working on the second one when things are slow enough in the shop for me to work on a project!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-7545177733684924026?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/7545177733684924026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=7545177733684924026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7545177733684924026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7545177733684924026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/07/navajo-flap-part-2.html' title='navajo flap part 2'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-6291722229870756095</id><published>2011-06-20T21:04:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T11:49:41.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aviation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maintenance'/><title type='text'>navajo flap</title><content type='html'>Well, when things slow down in the maintenance hangar, we start pulling down more involved sheet metal projects from upstairs.  One recurring project is rebuilding flaps.  After countless landings on gravel strips, there seems to be more dented metal than straight, so we pull flaps off and put on rebuilt ones, leaving the beat up mess to be rebuilt on a slow day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago, I was looking for something to do, and the hangar was looking pretty clean, so Dom invited me to pull down a flap to start on that project.  I've done a bit of sheet metal in my limited A&amp;amp;P experience, but nothing this involved or structural.  Or if it was something this involved/structural, I was usually just asked to pull the trigger on the rivet gun, while someone else was doing the majority of the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a description of the process, what I am learning, and how I have messed up so far.  Someday, I will get a camera and have accompanying pictures to make it more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. remove old skins. Flaps are generally put together with a bunch of cherry rivets, so you can either power through the removal process, or take time to practice removing cherries without damaging the surrounding skin.  I tried a couple different methods, and found that I definitely favor the die grinder with a cut off wheel, rather than a carbide bit (I saw someone use this method, and thought I would give it a try).  I found the carbide was much harder to control, as well as slower.  The cut off wheel worked quickly, and is easy to avoid the skin if you are careful.  After grinding down the head, I punched the core out with a small punch before drilling off the aluminum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also left the stringers on at this point, so I could figure out later which one went where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. clean.  After as much abuse as these flaps get, they are usually full of grime and grease, amongst other things.  I donned gloves, safety glasses, and a rubber boots as I pulled out the etch and scotchbrite to break down the build up.  Some of the small places are tough to get into, but its worth it to get it good and clean.  You could miss some corrosion if you don't spend time to clean it up properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. inspect.  Depending on how bad the corrosion is, sometimes patches are necessary, sometimes entire ribs need replaced.  Usually a little bit of a bent down rib can be straightened rather than replaced.  Determining the safest, most cost effective method is the challenge here.  For me, I just had to straighten a few bent ribs.  The corrosion wasn't bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Remove corrosion.  Thus far, I have mostly used a scotchbrite wheel on a die grinder to remove pitting.  Some areas were very difficult to get to, so I had to sand at those for a while.  The worst spot of corrosion wasn't completely through a rib, but all that remained was a thin film of aluminum, so I broke it off and built a patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Order parts.  Determine the number of cherries you will need to rebuild the piece, taking into consideration length as well as whether they will need to be oversized.  When you come up with a magic number of how many you think you need for one flap, multiply it by two (cause the other flap is next) then use the 150% rule.  I had to order about 450 rivets, because we had a bunch in stock already.  Also make sure you have enough sheet metal (check thickness according to the maintenance manual) for the project, as skin pieces are usually pretty long.  I didn't need to replace any ribs, but if I had to, I would want to order them as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. strip paint. Odds are, you don't have to replace ALL the skins.  I had half the flap still good, so I left that skin on, removed the paint, and was ready for the next step.  Also beware of what stripper you are using, and its effect on steel.  The attachment pieces are steel, and corrode quickly with common strippers. Be sure to tape over them with aluminum tape, and check them quickly after you are done stripping to make sure they don't turn orange in an hour.  I had to clean them up with more sandpaper, and spray them right away with zinc phosphate to keep them from getting any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. fabricate skins.  WHAT A PAIN!!  This was the worst part for me.  First off, the leading edges are not an easy piece to make, especially if you have to do a piece that is too wide for your roller.  I clamped a steel pipe to a table, and bent the metal around that to get about the same shape as my leading edge.  Secondly, the trailing edge has a very sharp radius with a tight bend.  The piece of metal is too big for our bending brake, so we have this jury-rigged plywood and screws bender that doesn't impress me.  I asked someone for help who had recently build his own set of flaps (that replaced the set I am working on) and he jumped around on it for a bit, and handed me a cracked piece of metal.  I finally got one to sort of work, but am planning on visiting another hangar with a wider brake when it comes time to fabricate the skin for the next flap.  The most important part of fabricating skins for this project is to leave plenty of room.  Don't trim your pieces to size until you are ready to rivet everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-6291722229870756095?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/6291722229870756095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=6291722229870756095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6291722229870756095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6291722229870756095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/06/navajo-flap.html' title='navajo flap'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-1346763978176592275</id><published>2011-06-06T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T18:30:02.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Kay'/><title type='text'>Mary Kay</title><content type='html'>A couple months ago, I decided to sign up as an independent beauty consultant with Mary Kay.  I have thought on and off for several years about doing something like this, and have decided that now is the time to do it!  Have no fear, this will not turn me into a scary, pushy saleswoman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to address one question I am sure some of you have, as well as state a commitment I have made to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question- why?&lt;br /&gt;timing: I feel like I have finally stabilized myself financially.  Not that the money is rolling in with plenty to spare, but that I am not anticipating the next paycheck just so I can afford food.  I am doing ok, and can handle the initial investment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location, location, location! I also realize I am in a unique location for this.  I doubt there are many Mary Kay consultants that live in really remote locations.  I am hoping that I can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;use Mary Kay to get into the villages in the Bristol Bay Region. &lt;/span&gt;I know I am where God wants me.  I have slowly started visiting different villages, and am really hoping that hosting Mary Kay parties can be a way to get in, and from their I can encourage believers, and witness to the locals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Income: My heart is to be in full time missions.  Whether that is back in Africa, here in Alaska, or anywhere else in the world, I want to serve the Lord.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The main thing that is keeping me from full time missions is school bills&lt;/span&gt;.  So, here is my commitment, and some details on what exactly that means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100% of my Mary Kay profits will go toward getting me to full time missions in three ways: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Paying off school bills.  I will maintain at least the current amount that I am paying out of my monthly paycheck.  Any Mary Kay profits that go toward school bills will be in addition to the payments I currently make.  You know how loans work: pay off principle faster, less interest to pay, reduce total amount of payback. &lt;br /&gt;2. Buying tools. As an aircraft mechanic, I am required to provide my own tools to work on the planes I fly.  These stay with me as long as I take care of them, and will be used on the mission field as I maintain my own planes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Flight time. I plan on getting my commercial single engine add-on, as it is required by most missions boards.  It is also necessary for flying with my current employer.  I would also like to get my single engine sea rating, so I can fly the float planes for my company.  Additionally, staying current and keeping skills up isn’t just getting flight time when it comes.  I feel that a little investment in flying will be required to keep my skills up when I don’t get to fly regularly for the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you can do:&lt;br /&gt;-Order from me!   Either email me, or order from my website: http://www.marykay.com/liz.vw&lt;br /&gt;-tell your friends!  If you have friends that you know use Mary Kay, it would be a huge blessing to have them order from me as well. &lt;br /&gt;-keep me accountable! I would like to share how I am doing, what I am doing, and goals with you.  Please ask me how I am doing, what goals I am setting, and for a report on how I am spending money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future, I will set up some goals, fun events, and challenges.  I will probably mention them here, so keep an eye out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-1346763978176592275?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/1346763978176592275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=1346763978176592275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1346763978176592275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1346763978176592275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/06/mary-kay.html' title='Mary Kay'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-9135518466763779737</id><published>2011-06-01T18:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:28:35.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my poor, neglected blog...</title><content type='html'>I guess my last post has been over a month ago now.  Wow, a lot has happened in that month... A lot of not even thinking about blogging, honestly.  I'm sorry I am doing a lousy job keeping you up to date on my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what has happened in the past month that I have been too busy to blog?  Well, the beginning of May, I went into Anchorage for the first time in almost 2 months.  Boy was that a great trip!  I got to spend some good quality time with a family friend that happens to be a retired missionary pilot.  I asked him lots of questions, getting into the nitty gritty details of MAF, including questions about housing, salary, and work schedules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to the other end of the runway!  While its only a half mile away, it has made my daily commute 5 times longer.  An acceptable sacrifice!!  I have really enjoyed having a 10 minute walk to work in the morning to pray, and a 10 minute walk home in the evening to cool down and leave everything at work.  I also am really learning a lot from the lady who owns the house I am living in.  More on her and the family later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a mini mission trip! Last weekend, I went down to Nondolton to help lead a team of CEF (Child Evangelism Fellowship) kids.  They just finished their CYIA (Christian youth in Action) training, and were putting it to use running kids club Friday through Sunday.  It was cool to see the teens lead the clubs, and the whole trip was a snapshot of village ministry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of other stuff, but I have other things to do this evening as well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-9135518466763779737?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/9135518466763779737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=9135518466763779737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/9135518466763779737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/9135518466763779737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-poor-neglected-blog.html' title='my poor, neglected blog...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-4925264950481738208</id><published>2011-04-27T19:58:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:52:57.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>a hope of spring, and how nature tells the weather</title><content type='html'>When I first visited Alaska, I heard the tale that winter's arrival can be predicted based on when the topmost flower on a fireweed stock blooms.  I never paid attention to how true that was, but its a fun tale to tell visitors as they admire the unique purple wildflower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tale I just heard this week is the relationship of pussywillow's growth to the end of overnight freezing.  When it grows to about an inch long, it shouldn't freeze anymore.  Or so goes the tale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazed me how fast everything has melted and dried up.  We went from having a lake in the middle of the runway, and mud a foot deep, to having a solid runway that should be ready to use by next week.  The band of water around the lake is several feet wide, growing every day.  And there is a big spot of open water in the channel between the lake and the bay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-4925264950481738208?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/4925264950481738208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=4925264950481738208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4925264950481738208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4925264950481738208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/04/hope-of-spring-and-how-nature-tells.html' title='a hope of spring, and how nature tells the weather'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-5868236745178352251</id><published>2011-04-20T17:22:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:29:53.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bush life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Spring conference</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, my sleepy winter village exploded.  In addition to perfect spring weather, brothers and sisters from neighboring villages loaded up for a weekend of encouragement and refreshment.  Sessions started Friday night, and ended Sunday morning with communion at Church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each session started with a few songs before the kids left for their program.  The music continued, with testimonies interspersed, for a few hours.  Then the last half hour, a preacher from Anchorage spoke.  The music was somewhat foreign to me-- old hymns with a country-western twang to them, being led by a Native gentleman.  At least everyone else was loving it.  It was cool to hear testimonies from a huge variety of people.  From young missionary couples sharing their struggles, to old natives telling their fishing stories, I was encouraged by the community of believers surrounding me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, I helped in the nursery.  A friend from Soldotna asked if I would help, to give the mothers an entire weekend off.  My friend, in all of her wisdom and experience raising 4 boys, decided we should take the morning session on Saturday.  BOY was she right!  The kids weren't cranky cause it was past their bedtime, and there were less of them total.  Of course we had our cry-ers, our trouble makers, and our escape artitsts.  I had one little boy fall asleep in my arms for an hour or two.  All in all, it was enjoyable to hang out with the little kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The session before dinner was shorter, less attended, and broke off into prayer groups toward the end.  I was in a group with ladies from several different villages.  We shared needs in our lives.  After listening to some of the other ladies stories, I realize how small my problems are.  One lady shared about the hopeless situation in her village with few jobs, and unemployment driving villagers to drinking.  Another shared her struggles to forgive men that abused her in her past, and how she is opening her home to young girls who have faced the same abuse.  Of the entire weekend, this prayer time had the biggest impact on me.  I realized my need to not only pray for the villages in this region, but I need to find a way to visit and encourage my sisters in Christ that don't necessarily have good Christian friends to hang out with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire weekend, I spent time with a really awesome friend from the area.  I met her three years ago when I came out here for the first time.  We instantly clicked, and have kept in touch over the years online.  Its really awesome to get to hang out with her every once in a while when she comes through, and this weekend was no exception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was so much fun, I didn't want to go to work Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-5868236745178352251?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/5868236745178352251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=5868236745178352251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/5868236745178352251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/5868236745178352251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-conference.html' title='Spring conference'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-1264504981317995821</id><published>2011-04-08T12:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T12:50:22.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alaska aviation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maintenance'/><title type='text'>not a how-to formula</title><content type='html'>6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized at work today that I have been employed as a mechanic for 6 months.  When I was in school, that was longer than a semester.  Its twice as long as I was in Kenya, and half the amount of time I lived in Anchorage.  I worked at the kitchen store in Anchorage for 6 months. All those things seemed to be significant chunks of my life.  But when I compare it with the quick breath that has been my time here, it seems so short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the majority of my time is spent working in the hangar.  The first three months we were working on our major overhaul project: the navajo.  After it went on the flight line, we slowly worked through some annuals, as well as events on our active fleet.  Even slower than the pace of winter maintenance is my learning curve.  Weeks went by where I would complete routine service items, simply because that is all I felt confident doing.  Then I would decide to branch out into more interesting projects, and feel like I was wasting everyone else's time asking them questions.  But slowly, ever so slowly, I have started to feel like I know what I am doing.  Not that I am an expert, but a bit of confidence is dawning.  It took 6 months.  I am sure in another 6 months I will look back on this point and see how much more I understand.  It's a process, and it comes to everyone in different amounts of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still make lots of mistakes, and I am sure there are plenty more for me to make.  I'm terribly slow.  I drop tools all the time (especially when someone warns me against dropping them in that particular location).  You should see the mess I make whenever I try to change the oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to what the next 6 months holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-1264504981317995821?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/1264504981317995821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=1264504981317995821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1264504981317995821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1264504981317995821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-how-to-formula.html' title='not a how-to formula'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-6977806035469171044</id><published>2011-04-06T07:04:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T07:22:27.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alaska aviation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bush life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><title type='text'>the on-demand lifestyle</title><content type='html'>A week ago, I was washing dishes and just chilling at home.  As there are few dishwashers out here, its a process done by hand.  The phone rang, which isn't entirely usual.  I washed the soap off my hands and reached for the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Liz?  If you hurry, you can fly down to Nondolton and back with Glen," the dispatcher told me. &lt;br /&gt;"Uh, sounds good!" I respond.  I turn off the water, grab my headset, and head out the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head to the other runway and help unload the three passengers staying here, fuel up, and load up.  We have one passenger to drop off, as well as a bunch of groceries for 3 or so different people.  We will also be switching from the Bonanza to the 207.  We leave a plane stationed there with our pilot who lives there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get close (about 5 minutes after taking off) Glen calls on the local frequency, indicating landing time, groceries, and a passenger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we fly close to the airport environment, I can see the ripples on the water, indicating a strong northwind.  I feel it too.  Usually we land straight in at Nondolton, but the sun is low on the horizon, so a straight in landing would mean we wouldn't be able to see a thing.  So we circle around and land back toward the east.  When we land, several people are waiting for their groceries, as well as the pilot with wing covers for the bonanza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unloading was a fairly painless process, as we piled groceries in seperate piles.  Everything going to Nondolton has bright yellow stickers on it with their names scribbled on in sharpie.  After we got all the groceries off, we helped cover the plane and load up in the 207. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crawled in the left seat, and Glen watched from the right.  Take off was a little squirrely with a strong, slightly gusty left crosswind.  He didn't have a headset on, so he shouted instructions into my right ear, and I tried to make radio calls and listen to the world outside the airplane in my left ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived back in PA, tied the airplane to whatever we could, and headed home.  All in all, the episode took about an hour, and I logged .2 in my logbook.  While its not a lot of time in the grand scheme of things, I didn't have to pay for that flight time.  I am looking forward to more adventures of the same nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-6977806035469171044?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/6977806035469171044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=6977806035469171044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6977806035469171044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6977806035469171044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-demand-lifestyle.html' title='the on-demand lifestyle'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-6465455839420421950</id><published>2011-03-24T12:42:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T12:57:25.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alaska aviation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maintenance'/><title type='text'>Float plane annuals</title><content type='html'>My company has 3 float planes, 2 206s, and a 180/185 cross breed.  The operate part 91 (different rules than the other airplanes, less intense maintenance requirements) so during the busy summer, the often get the bare minimum so we can focus on the part 135 planes.  So now that it is winter, we work through more thorough inspections, fix the problems that we discovered over the summer (instead of just preventing symptoms) and take extra time to show them some TLC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 180/185 was first in.  We changed the struts this summer, but put on a loaner pair since we hadn't bought our own yet.  They got painted, and then we realized that they weren't the same strut.  The length was teh same, they were just a much wider, beefier, strut.  So instead of wasting 1500 dollars worth of new parts, we called the FAA up to ask for approval to put them on.  The inspector agreed, and we attached the new struts.  We also re-painted the leading edges of the wings, and the front spreader bar.  It wasn't to the point that the airworthiness was in question, but it prevents it from getting to that point.  Plus passengers feel much more secure in a plane that looks pretty, regardless of its actual airworthiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we pushed that one out, we brought in the next one, a 206.  Major projects on this one included a leaking fuel tank, and replacing seat rails, plus a couple spots that needed sheet metal work.  I ended up working on the seat rails, and discovered the rollers on the seats were also really worn out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one to come in needs the floats changed.  I wasn't around when the issue happened this summer, but from what I hear, running a float plane up the shore tends to poke holes in the floats.  I am looking forward to that project!  We are waiting until its a little warmer outside, so planes don't need stored inside overnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The float planes are keeping us busy, but work is still slow.  I am looking forward to this summer when it will be a bit more fast paced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-6465455839420421950?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/6465455839420421950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=6465455839420421950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6465455839420421950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6465455839420421950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/03/float-plane-annuals.html' title='Float plane annuals'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-3338233327653007803</id><published>2011-03-18T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T00:00:07.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time change</title><content type='html'>Who's brilliant idea was daylight savings time?  Losing an hour of sleep was not awesome.  Its made this week pretty rough, getting up at a time that my body feels is an hour earlier than normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just surreal to watch the sun set after 8, and not be really dark till after 9.  It certainly gives more daylight to enjoy the evenings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy watching the sunrise in the morning, and occasionally will get up early on Saturday to watch the sunrise with multiple large cups of coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Franklin, I am unsure of whether to curse you or thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-3338233327653007803?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/3338233327653007803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=3338233327653007803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3338233327653007803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3338233327653007803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-change.html' title='time change'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-3372291984090476104</id><published>2011-03-07T12:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:00:00.217-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>80 degrees of teperature change</title><content type='html'>Perhaps the most enjoyable aspect of my trip was the warm sunshine.  When I pulled into the Anchorage airport at around 11:30 PM, the welcome sign indicated an outside air temperature of 7 degrees.  Better than the -20 registered at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first stop on my trip was Seattle.  I had a really quick layover there.  So quick that I basically walked off one airplane and on to the other.  As I boarded, I could feel the cool damp Seattle air.  There were piles of mostly melted snow from their weird winter weather as we taxiied for the runway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I slept through both flights, I found this detail interesting.  The flight from Anchorage to Seattle is 4 hours, while only 3 hours from Seattle to San Diego.  Not only is Alaska really big, its really far away.  This detail baffled acquaintances throughout my trip, and contributed to the "hardcore Alaskan mountain woman" reputation I gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we landed in sunny San Diego, I was in heaven.  It was around 60 degrees, not too hot to melt, but warm enough that I could remove layers and soak up some sunshine.  I managed to get sunburned twice during the week, but both times faded into a tan.  I remember looking in the mirror and being surprised at how nice I looked, even before makeup.  I realized it was mostly to do with the fact that I wasn't the ghastly pale Alaskan that I am used to seeing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day I left, the weather couldn't have been more beautiful.  I kept asking myself why in the world I was getting on an airplane and leaving.  Especially after I read the weather observation from home.  -15.  I did what I could to enjoy the last rays of warmth before we ascended into the subzero temperatures of 757 appropriate cruising altitudes.  I'm pretty sure I moped all the way to Seattle, my entire layover while observing the gray drizzle, and the entire flight into Anchorage.  I was redeemed some the next day by sunshine, but it was not warm.  I could feel any color I had gained during the week being sucked out as I covered every inch of skin with layers.  As much as I want to absorb some more rays, I realized that frostbite isn't worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny San Diego, I will admit it.  I am smitten with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-3372291984090476104?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/3372291984090476104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=3372291984090476104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3372291984090476104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3372291984090476104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/03/80-degrees-of-teperature-change.html' title='80 degrees of teperature change'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-8163137801419863406</id><published>2011-03-03T00:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T18:40:00.589-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aviation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='135 ops'/><title type='text'>signs that you work for a 135</title><content type='html'>(refer to post on 7/22/2010 for longer definition of a 135)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135 refers to the rules under which my company operates.  Its a little different than your typical airline, both in size of aircraft and nature of operations.  Here's a quick, basic, generalized definition: 135 refers to on demand operations, while 121 refers to airliner operations with scheduled routes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I embarked on a trip to the lower 48, I realized several little things that I wasn't used to, even though I am on and off "commercial" airplanes a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. While I had to make certain my suitcase was under 50 pounds, I did not have to weigh myself for the flight.&lt;br /&gt;2. There are some things that I can't take with me as a carry-on.&lt;br /&gt;3. My stuff won't be within arms reach in the event of a stop somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;4. Security? I have to go through security?&lt;br /&gt;5. Its still a thing that you have to take your shoes off, right?&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you mean I can't sit up front with the pilot?&lt;br /&gt;7. I probably won't know anyone on the flight. Nor will I be familiar with their family that regularly flies with that particular air carrier.&lt;br /&gt;8. Right, I don't work for these guys.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Oh I guess I actually have to turn off my cell phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I got over the differences.  But it was a good start to my "tropical" getaway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-8163137801419863406?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/8163137801419863406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=8163137801419863406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8163137801419863406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8163137801419863406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/03/signs-that-you-work-for-135.html' title='signs that you work for a 135'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-2594427116949937287</id><published>2011-02-27T12:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:00:05.034-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scattered thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>thirst for adventure</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling restless.  The excitement of a new job has melted into day to day life.  The people I see, the food I make, the home I keep, have all turned into something, well, uninspiring.  Is it the curse of winter?  Maybe.  Could my busy schedule have something to do with it?  Probably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would an epic adventure solve all my problems?  Likely not.  Sure, it would temporarily quench my thirst for adventure.  Depending on the adventure, it could make me content to be in PA for a good long while.  But it wouldn't rid me of the restlessness permanently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided on two solutions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: Get some sunshine.  How? A weeklong trip to California should do the trick.  Even if it is rainy and muggy most of time, I think it will be a good 40 degrees warmer than I am used to, and the moisture will do my dried out Alaskan winter skin some good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: exercise my imagination.  I used to fabricate the most incredible creatures from a simple inanimate object.  I could apply this attitude toward work, chores, and fun.  I shouldn't have to go somewhere to find an adventure, I should be able to create it wherever my imagination goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-2594427116949937287?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/2594427116949937287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=2594427116949937287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2594427116949937287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2594427116949937287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/02/thirst-for-adventure.html' title='thirst for adventure'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-674801403101679544</id><published>2011-02-23T00:27:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:43:00.604-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scattered thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>the end of a break?</title><content type='html'>Has it really been almost a month since I have written?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an on and off blogger, I feel that it fulfills my duties to be here and absent at will.  As someone who knows how awful it is to watch their favorite blogger disappear into the busyness of real life, I can relate.  Who am I kidding? The only people who fit into the latter have my phone number and can get an update on my life if they decide to call.  Regardless, I have decided to try to be a little better about blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  Several reasons...&lt;br /&gt;1. so you can shamelessly keep up with me without having to actually talk to me.  You know you love it. &lt;br /&gt;2. Writing is enjoyable.  From random strings of thoughts to well thought out topics, writing is the best outlet I have found to unwind, sort out thoughts, and otherwise express myself. &lt;br /&gt;3. To re-read in the future.  I really enjoy going back and reading blog posts.  Whether I go back to read a correlating date (two years ago today), a specific trip (time in Africa) or a random topic, I find it amusing to see what I wrote.  Some of it I wonder why it ended up being posted.  Other stuff I realize was a pretty neat thought.  Much of it stirs memories of adventures.  All of it  good to remind me of who I am. &lt;br /&gt;4. To activate my imagination.  Sometimes, it takes a healthy dose of imagination to make a day to day life interesting.  But the most mundane day can turn into an incredibly daring tale of adventure and romance with a little imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes words will fail me.  Sometimes there will be plenty to say, but no time or energy for typing them.  But I don't want to have to say that I didn't try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-674801403101679544?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/674801403101679544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=674801403101679544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/674801403101679544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/674801403101679544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/02/end-of-break.html' title='the end of a break?'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-8984894237542325858</id><published>2011-02-03T07:00:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T07:00:15.225-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bush life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>BBQ pulled pork sandwiches and free soup</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned that I love my crockpot?  Cause I do.  I made two great meals in it in three days.  First off, I made barbeque pulled pork sandwiches.  All you do is cook a pork roast in the crock pot while you are at work.  Add a little water so it doesn't dry out in the beginning, but it will add its own juices to cook in.  when you get home, save the juice (mason jar in the fridge is perfect) and shred the meat with a fork.  If you are familiar with how soft and tender the crockpot makes meat, you will understand that this is really simple and quick.  In fact, it was halfway done just getting the meat out of the crockpot.  Return the meat to the crockpot with half to a whole bottle (depending on how much meat and how saucy you want it) of barbeque sauce.  I use sweet baby ray's cause I can get it easy at costco.  I am sure there are good homemade sauce recipes out there as well.  cook it for 20-30 minutes on high if you are hungry, or about an hour on low.  I enjoy it best when served on buns, but regular bread works too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the delicious leftovers are all gone, you still have a jar of broth to use as a soup base.  On a cold day, I poured the juice in the crockpot and started adding things I had around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cream of (insert variety you have on hand here) soup&lt;br /&gt;-potatoes (from the farm's garden)&lt;br /&gt;-onions (always have those on hand!)&lt;br /&gt;-can of black beans (I wanted some protein, and it seemed like a good alternate to meat)&lt;br /&gt;-spices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was nearing the end, it still seemed a little boring to me, so I decided to add bisquick dumplings to it.  I think that was the key to making it delicious.  It was hearty, warm, and all stuff I had on hand.  Next time I make it, I am sure it will taste completely different.  But the nature of "free" soup is not the ingredients, its what I have available!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-8984894237542325858?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/8984894237542325858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=8984894237542325858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8984894237542325858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8984894237542325858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/02/bbq-pulled-pork-sandwiches-and-free.html' title='BBQ pulled pork sandwiches and free soup'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-4701175943745118359</id><published>2011-01-27T06:59:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T07:07:40.569-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whistle pig wednesday'/><title type='text'>Whistle Pig Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Whistle what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, the church here hosted a ladies retreat for the local ladies.  Aside from the ladies here, several came up from Dillingham.  I only made it to a couple of the activities, but I certainly enjoyed what I did attend.  I got a chance to visit with the weekend speaker, Cate Morris.  I don't even remember what we were talking about when Whistle Pig Wednesday came up.  Cate made it up several years ago.  It happens every Wednesday, and can be celebrated however you feel.  It was created for the time you have nothing to look forward to, giving some light to the week.  I have discovered the additional benefit of joy from doing something completely random, like singing off key, laughing for no reason, or making a snow angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-4701175943745118359?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/4701175943745118359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=4701175943745118359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4701175943745118359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4701175943745118359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/01/whistle-pig-wednesday.html' title='Whistle Pig Wednesday'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-1482965575470951789</id><published>2011-01-20T09:24:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T09:24:00.306-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bush life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>busy busy!</title><content type='html'>I got back to PA 2 and a half weeks ago, and haven't stopped moving since.  From going to friends' house for dinner and a movie or games to having large groups of people over, I have hardly have time to unpack and get laundry done!  I enjoy being busy.  I would rather have that then not enough to do though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to being a social butterfly, I have started helping out with AWANA at church.  Its really nice to have something in the middle of the week where I see everyone.  One of the local high schoolers wants to start an orchestra.  Naturally, I will be leading the cello section.  Actually, not only will I be leading it, I will be teaching all the participants how to play cello.  I guess 12 years of playing cello qualifies me to teach it?  Good... I think I need to get in contact with some of my old teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything is in the midst of working full time, upkeeping my apartment, and taking care of a very demanding cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-1482965575470951789?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/1482965575470951789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=1482965575470951789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1482965575470951789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1482965575470951789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/01/busy-busy.html' title='busy busy!'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-4887007451351406777</id><published>2011-01-13T07:30:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T07:31:26.958-09:00</updated><title type='text'>ice makes my life interesting...</title><content type='html'>Right after Christmas, the whole state got a major warm up.  For Fairbanks, that means it went from 40 below to 20 below.  For Port Alsworth and the Anchorage area (not that they are close, but that they got the same weather and I was in both places to be affected by it) it went from well below freezing to a daytime high of 40 degrees.  While the heat wave made new years eve fireworks very pleasant, it made commuting and general movement outside, well, difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.  Slushy snow does not make ice.  However, when you apply a couple days worth of rain to the slushy snow, it makes for a glassy surface of zero traction (remember, the ground is still pretty solid, so it doesn't just melt away into the earth). Not only do you have difficulty moving across a flat surface, you also have puddles collecting in any low lying areas.  It was difficult enough maneuvering around the slightest of inclines around Anchorage, but then I got back to Port Alsworth.  Have I mentioned that I live on top of a little hill?  Its not up the side of a mountain, its just a hill.  But now this hill is, like everything else, covered in ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several days of getting used to traction on ice, we got a light dusting of snow.  now not only do you have no traction, but you have a lubricant over the top of the ice to make it that much more slick.  I was walking to work that evening (helping someone wrap a project up) and I unintentionally started walking through a rather deep puddle.  Someone had mentioned earlier that it went over his bunny boots.  so I steer to try to get out of the puddle, but my direction change was too rapid, and I felt myself slipping in further toward the middle.  From there, an unbalanced application of force occured, ending with me sitting right in the middle of the whole thing!  The same person who warned me of its depth was outside saw my headlamp from a distance and couldnt help but laughing at my misfortune. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably would have laughed too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-4887007451351406777?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/4887007451351406777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=4887007451351406777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4887007451351406777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4887007451351406777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/01/ice-makes-my-life-interesting.html' title='ice makes my life interesting...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-978831157443937265</id><published>2011-01-08T21:00:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:00:00.741-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to do list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions...</title><content type='html'>Well, this year, my list had 11 points on it.  Of that list, I plan on sharing 7 of them.  Some are more related than others, so that is why you will see random numbers of the list, and not see other numbers at all.  Also are the super secret 12-14.  I should probably kill you for simply knowing of those points.  However, I don't forsee any of those actually happening by the dawn of 2012, so you don't have much to worry about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spend more time with God.  This is always (well, on the years that I actually bother with resolutions) the first on my list.  I realize that it isn't defined by any parameters indicating how I should accomplish this goal, which makes it difficult to grade how well I did on this at the end of the year.  However, having it listed every year allows me to reflect on the time I do spend with God, and how I need to address my relationship with Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I plan on doing to accomplish this year's goal are as follows.  I plan on doing more Bible study than just basic reading and devotional thoughts.  Instead of clinging to a single verse or phrase, I hope to supplement Biblical reading with other in depth study material: commentaries, studies, etc.  I also would like to increase my time in worship.  Last spring, a friend and I began pursuing (in Anchorage) a prayer and worship night that I will be working to establish here.  Its going to look a little different than the original model we had in mind, but I feel that it will work well in the community.  More on that as it develops!  The most dramatic increase I hope to see in this department is prayer.  I, and many of my brothers and sisters, do not spend enough time in prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Spend more time with the youth.  I live in a unique community, as I am sure you understand.  There is a good sized group (about 6 girls) of middle schoolers that have decided that I am the best thing since online shopping (ok so online shopping is a pretty recent fad.  But let me tell you, its THE thing to do out here!).  I know that part of their attention comes from me being new in town.  They already know everyone else, but this new person must be SO cool, since she wants to hang out with us!  Ok, its maybe not that extreme, but I think that's the basic idea.  And I remember being that age.  I LOVED the attention of the older girls.  I remember putting them on par with all my favorite super heros.  Its really neat to be able to be that older girl.  But don't worry, I won't be wearing any spandex to prove my super powers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that this is a very important responsibility.  These girls are SO easily influenced, and this is the most important time as they begin exploring life for themselves instead of just what mom and dad say.  As they have the opportunity to make their faith there own, they need role models in their life to show them how to live, to give them sound advice, and to keep them accountable as Christian women.  One wrong word, one piece of misled advice, and I could be sending these girls into a world of hurt.  Goodness, how to I avoid that?  Step 1: trust the Lord to speak through me. Step 2: refer to point 1 above.  The only way to encourage these girls&lt;br /&gt;to grow in the Lord is to immerse myself in God's word.  I want these girls to grow in HIS wisdom and teaching, not mine.  I want to encourage them with God's love that they see in me, nothing that I do.  And I want them to be the cool Godly super hero to their own group of preteens when they are my age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-978831157443937265?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/978831157443937265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=978831157443937265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/978831157443937265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/978831157443937265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-6277100039832365634</id><published>2011-01-05T21:00:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:00:02.586-09:00</updated><title type='text'>back to a schedule...</title><content type='html'>Well, I am back into the routine of work and life.  Since that is in place, I will try to get some blog posts together and queued up.  A few things topics I will be covering in the upcoming posts, just to pique your interest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-resolutions!  Even though its after the new year, I made the resolutions before the first, therefore they count.  I will share one or two per post, and give a little detail as to what they mean to me.  Though I won't be sharing all of them, as some are a little more personal than I want to put all over the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Christmas break stories!  I can't think of too many that are very phenomenal, but maybe a few amusing things, some issues for prayer that I encountered, and reflections on things I observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-recipes!  Everyone loves those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-More tidbits on Alaska, the weather, work, and bush living!  Ok, I realize these are generally less than interesting topics.  But I promise to TRY to make it interesting, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So much more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, really, I am done now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-6277100039832365634?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/6277100039832365634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=6277100039832365634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6277100039832365634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6277100039832365634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-to-schedule.html' title='back to a schedule...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-7024076146392059704</id><published>2011-01-03T11:15:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T11:37:39.319-09:00</updated><title type='text'>going home...</title><content type='html'>Presents unwrapped, fireworks shot off, shopping done, car locked, and parked for the next few months.  Physically, I am ready to go home.  After living out of a suitcase for two weeks, I guess I am ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the excuses coming to mind of friends, adventures, and activities, I realize once again that I belong in the bush.  Not because I am too hardcore for the urban life; we all know that certainly isn't true.  I don't belong there because I am an excellent pilot or mechanic.  I belong there because its the best place to be prepared for missions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should pack up and get ready to head out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-7024076146392059704?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/7024076146392059704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=7024076146392059704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7024076146392059704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7024076146392059704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-home.html' title='going home...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-1479836471479893651</id><published>2010-12-24T12:42:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:42:00.422-09:00</updated><title type='text'>apple cider beef stew</title><content type='html'>I got some stew meat a while back*, and decided that it was well past time to use it, especially considering how good hot stew tastes when its cold out.  So I was looking around online for a good stew recipe that consisted of things that I have in my kitchen.  I noticed a trend as I pawed through different recipe sites: using apple in a beef stew.  I thought, "Well, that sounds interesting!  Couldn't hurt to try, right?" The great thing about being single is that I am the only one to disappoint if something doesn't turn out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was using my slow cooker, I figured it would be best to find a recipe that is specifically for the slow cooker.  Crockpot.com away!  Here http://www.crock-pot.com/Recipe.aspx?rid=1025 is where to find the original recipe; I will share what I actually ended up doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finely chop &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;8 carrots, 4 sticks of celery, 6 medium potatoes, 1 medium onion, and 2 apples.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Layer &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2 pounds beef stew meat, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and all the chopped veggies in the crockpot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="recipe-content"&gt;3. Pour &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;36 oz. apple juice &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;over the ingredients in the crockpot.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="recipe-element"&gt;4. Add &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(at least) 2 teaspoons salt and a teaspoon or so of thyme &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(I didn't measure either of these...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5. Cook for 12 hours on low, then keep warm until time to serve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading over the recipe again, I realize that I forgot the vinegar.  that might have taken the edge off the sweetness.  I ended up having to add more salt, and it was fine.  The thing that I didn't like about the timing of this recipe is how long it takes to cook.  I made it for lunch, so I ended up staying up really late just to start it.  I guess the other option would have been to cook it on high for dinner.  But that would have involved starting it around noon to have it between 5-6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also makes a ginormous thing of soup.  Great for big families, but I am going to be eating it for a week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Don't worry, I put it in the freezer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-1479836471479893651?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/1479836471479893651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=1479836471479893651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1479836471479893651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1479836471479893651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/12/apple-cider-beef-stew.html' title='apple cider beef stew'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-6128613611486003</id><published>2010-12-20T21:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:00:07.437-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas the Night Before Christmas: Aviation Style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I found this on Facebook.  I honestly wish I could credit the author, cause its awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp,&lt;br /&gt;Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.&lt;br /&gt;The aircraft were fastened to tiedowns with care,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that come morning, they all would be there.&lt;br /&gt;The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots,&lt;br /&gt;With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots.&lt;br /&gt;I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up,&lt;br /&gt;And settled down comfortably, resting my butt.&lt;br /&gt;When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter,&lt;br /&gt;I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.&lt;br /&gt;A voice clearly heard over static and snow,&lt;br /&gt;Called for clearance to land at the airport below.&lt;br /&gt;He barked his transmission so lively and quick,&lt;br /&gt;I'd have sworn that the call sign he used was "St. Nick".&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the panel to turn up the lights,&lt;br /&gt;The better to welcome this magical flight.&lt;br /&gt;He called his position, no room for denial,&lt;br /&gt;St. Nicholas One, turnin' left onto final.&lt;br /&gt;And what to my wondering eyes should appear,&lt;br /&gt;But a Rutan-built sleigh, with eight Rotax Reindeer!&lt;br /&gt;With vectors to final, down the glideslope he came,&lt;br /&gt;As he passed all fixes, he called them by name:&lt;br /&gt;"Now Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun!&lt;br /&gt;On Comet! On Cupid!" What pills was he takin'?&lt;br /&gt;While controllers were sittin', and scratchin' their head,&lt;br /&gt;They phoned to my office, and I heard it with dread,&lt;br /&gt;The message they left was both urgent and dour&lt;br /&gt;"When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower.&lt;br /&gt;He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking,&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard "Left at Charlie," and "Taxi to parking.&lt;br /&gt;He slowed to a taxi, turned off of three-oh&lt;br /&gt;And stopped on the ramp with a "Ho, ho-ho-ho...&lt;br /&gt;He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk,&lt;br /&gt;I ran out to meet him with my best set of chocks.&lt;br /&gt;His red helmet and goggles were covered with frost&lt;br /&gt;And his beard was all blackened from Reindeer exhaust.&lt;br /&gt;His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale,&lt;br /&gt;And he puffed on a pipe, but he didn't inhale.&lt;br /&gt;His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly,&lt;br /&gt;His boots were as black as a cropduster's belly.&lt;br /&gt;He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red,&lt;br /&gt;And he asked me to "fill it, with hundred low-lead.&lt;br /&gt;He came dashing in from the snow-covered pump,&lt;br /&gt;I knew he was anxious for drainin' the sump.&lt;br /&gt;I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,&lt;br /&gt;And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;He came out of the restroom, and sighed in relief,&lt;br /&gt;Then he picked up a phone for a Flight Service brief.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought as he silently scribed in his log,&lt;br /&gt;These reindeer could land in an eighth-mile fog.&lt;br /&gt;He completed his pre-flight, from the front to the rear,&lt;br /&gt;Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell, "Clear!"&lt;br /&gt;And laying a finger on his push-to-talk,&lt;br /&gt;He called up the tower for clearance and squawk.&lt;br /&gt;"Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction,&lt;br /&gt;Turn right three-two-zero at pilot's discretion"&lt;br /&gt;He sped down the runway, the best of the best,&lt;br /&gt;"Your traffic's a Grumman, inbound from the west."&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed through the night,&lt;br /&gt;"Merry Christmas to all! I have traffic in sight."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Author unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-6128613611486003?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/6128613611486003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=6128613611486003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6128613611486003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6128613611486003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/12/twas-night-before-christmas-aviation_20.html' title='Twas the Night Before Christmas: Aviation Style!'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-210711487036127427</id><published>2010-12-16T21:00:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:00:01.205-09:00</updated><title type='text'>civilization!</title><content type='html'>Well, its been 2 months since I have been anywhere with roads.  And now I get 2 glorious weeks of Christmas holiday.  Lots of shopping, friends, and tons of fun!!  I will try to get Christmas gifts in the mail right away, then get ready for shopping.  I don't plan on going into Anchorage again until the end of February, so I want to make sure I have everything I need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I like the freedom to drive somewhere, I am really beginning to appreciate the beauty of where I live.  Everywhere I look, there are mountains.  Its especially pretty in the winter, with white snow everywhere reflecting the low sun's light.  The town sits right on a big lake, with a peaceful bay defining the northeast side of town. Yes, it would be nice if it was easier to get in and out.  But for what its worth, its beautiful here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plans for the next two weeks involve dancing, sledding, snow machining, gingerbread parties, christmas eve, christmas day, shopping, hanging out with friends, more shopping, and grocery shopping.  Looking forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-210711487036127427?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/210711487036127427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=210711487036127427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/210711487036127427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/210711487036127427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/12/civilization.html' title='civilization!'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-1365621471865654868</id><published>2010-12-12T21:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T21:00:00.266-09:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh fruit</title><content type='html'>How often do you buy fresh fruit and veggies at the grocery store? Well, there is no grocery store here. The most convenient shopping center is 200 air miles away. I am very blessed to have a friend in Anchorage that will pick up a list at costco for me every once in a while, but its not the same as the weekly grocery store trip where one picks out their favorite (and maybe a little more of what is on sale) produce. So on this last list, I got a case of oranges, bananas, pomegranates, a and pineapple. What is one supposed to do with all this, other than make a glorious fruit salad? I decided to give some to my neighbors, who are avid fruit lovers. I know this means that I will probably be without fruit at some point, but I would rather them have some as well than me hoarding it all and watching it go bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you are wandering through the produce section, think about how you would buy if you knew you wouldn't be shopping for the next 2 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-1365621471865654868?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/1365621471865654868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=1365621471865654868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1365621471865654868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1365621471865654868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/12/fresh-fruit_12.html' title='fresh fruit'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-8047392773300727211</id><published>2010-12-08T21:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:00:09.578-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alaska aviation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maintenance'/><title type='text'>hangar happenings</title><content type='html'>A lot of what happens in the hangar is work.  While expected, work tends toward the boring side.  So last week, when things other than work happened, we were all really amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) During break, a conversation happened between two of my co-workers.  I wasn't listening too closely, but I heard something mentioned about 5 dollars, then one of the guys headed over to the 206 and started crawling into the belly pod.  This guy is over 6 feet tall, and I wasn't sure that he could get all of his legs in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/TPvRMuwJvMI/AAAAAAAAA-g/2bV9tPbnKkI/s1600/206bellypod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/TPvRMuwJvMI/AAAAAAAAA-g/2bV9tPbnKkI/s320/206bellypod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547257382675528898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JAARS 206 in Waxhaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently he did, because the other guy snuck up and closed the door behind him.  Next thing I know, our director of maintenance is headed over to the plane, saying, "You aren't doing it right!" before he hops on the tail and starts rocking the whole plane up and down. Eventually they unlock the door, and the guy begins asking about his 5 bucks as he crawls out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The 99 was in for maintenance this week.  Aside from the scheduled inspection, one of the antennas on top had vibrated enough to crack the metal surrounding it.  One of my co-workers spent 3 days cowboy style on top of the plane, working on the fix.  Its not a normal place to see a person, so it was kind of funny to have someone up there for 3 days.  I wish we would have gotten a picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-8047392773300727211?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/8047392773300727211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=8047392773300727211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8047392773300727211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8047392773300727211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/12/hangar-happenings.html' title='hangar happenings'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/TPvRMuwJvMI/AAAAAAAAA-g/2bV9tPbnKkI/s72-c/206bellypod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-6219561898626548017</id><published>2010-12-04T23:07:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:25:51.526-09:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving in the bush</title><content type='html'>Yes, Thanksgiving was a week ago.  Better late than never?  Sure, works for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festivities started the night before, with a spaghetti feed at the church.  During this event, one of the local mid-high girls found me and stayed by my side most of the night.  The only time I wasn't attached to her, I had various kids, age 3-8, climbing all over me and otherwise enjoying a grown up playing with them.  Lesson 1: Don't swing a kid around when there are other kids present.  They will all want rides, and will say, "Again!" as soon as you set them down.  I am just thankful that all the spaghetti stayed in their tummies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal was cleaned up, we headed upstairs for a prayer and worship service.  From little boys being mutually thankful for their best friend sitting next to them to adults being grateful for the way God blesses this community, we shared from the heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aforementioned mid-high girl, her sister, and two other friends from the community, were headed over to my place.  Why?  A sleepover, of course.  I taught them how to play skip-bo, we had some soda, watched a movie, and stayed up till 2 am giggling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the phone rang.  It wasn't even 7 am yet.  I rolled out of bed, aware that the girls were waking up, and tried to piece together some consciousness.  First step: make coffee.  "Oh, my mom lets me have coffee!  Can I have some?" One of the girls pipes up.  Well naturally, if I give her coffee, I have to give ALL the girls coffee, even if some of them dont get it very often.  Whatever, it can be a treat, I think to myself as I serve them all small cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big happening out here was the turkey bowl.  We had a couple inches of fresh snow to cover the week's mud, which was a perfect setting for the first annual turkey bowl.  What, you don't have turkey bowls where you come from?  Well, let me enlighten you.  Its an epic battle, from one side to the other.  Passing, catching, running, tackling... ok, you are SUPPOSED to pull flags.  But we found the most effective way to grab a flag was when the opponent was pinned to the ground.  Thats right, its flag football in the bush!  Complete with a hand carved trophy for the winning team.  My team didn't win, but we had fun playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big meal happened at my boss's house.  They open their house to members of the community who can't go home for Thanksgiving, in addition to their large family.  This year, the crowd numbered about 50 people.  I am told that it was a small quiet crowd for a holiday meal at their place.  I looked at all the tables set up, wondering where anyone else would sit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-6219561898626548017?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/6219561898626548017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=6219561898626548017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6219561898626548017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6219561898626548017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving-in-bush.html' title='thanksgiving in the bush'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-7956602352803209790</id><published>2010-11-30T11:49:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:49:00.307-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>I like Church.  I like worship, I like preaching, I like Sunday school, I like fellowship (that should be obvious for anyone who knows I like to talk), I like the experience of a Sunday morning.  I really liked this spring when we would eat lunch together and fellowship even more.  The early church model is my favorite for the Christian Church lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I like Church, I feel that I need Church.  I think many would agree with me on this topic, here are a few standpoints for that agreement:&lt;br /&gt;-from a Biblical standpoint, knowing that we are instructed to gather with fellow believers.&lt;br /&gt;-from a Spiritual standpoint, hoping that more time with Jesus will make me less, well, troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;-from an intellectual standpoint, knowing that I learn a lot when I go to church.&lt;br /&gt;-from a social standpoint, as its the only time we know we will see each other.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to list others, I am sure there are a lot of reasons people think I (and you yourself) need church.  I oftentimes feel that I need a weekly sanctuary to come, properly prepare my heart through worship, and hear biblical preaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do I really need Church?  Does fellowship with other believers make me a better Christian?  Do I need Biblical teaching to grow in Christ?  Do I need to sing five songs led by another person to feel like I have properly worshipped?  Why do I feel that I need to go to a place on Sunday morning to have a complete week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around at other Christians around the world.  Do they all have the luxury of going to Church every week?  Some people are the only Christians they know.  Do they wither and fade away because they aren’t going to Church every week?  Especially missionaries, who are living amongst a people group for the very purpose of leading them to Christ.  Its highly doubtful that they will find an awesome church to weekly fulfill that need in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church is good.  Anytime I can, I make Church a priority.  But Church should not be depended on.  Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth and the life.”  Church is an excellent place to find, fellowship, and grow in Jesus.  But its not the only place to accomplish these things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-7956602352803209790?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/7956602352803209790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=7956602352803209790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7956602352803209790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7956602352803209790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/11/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-338981704296400914</id><published>2010-11-26T21:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:00:01.724-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>hunting/trapping</title><content type='html'>This is not a post advocating fin and feather.*  For the most part, they make our lives miserable.  I understand that they are there for a reason.  Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends and I were hanging out the other night watching a movie, and all the sudden Danny shouts, "Fox!  Gotta get my gun!"  I look over at the sliding glass window, and there was an orange ball of fur with black beady eyes.  Right on the porch.  I had never seen a live fox before that night.  Danny comes racing back through the living room, opens up the sliding glass door, and points.  The fox slides through the rails on the porch, but sits down just out of range of the light.  BAM!  The orange ball of fur quickly becomes the first fox I have ever seen shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will claim it under his trapping tag.  According to the slightly more liberal trapping law, he can shoot.  As opposed to hunting... No, I guess it's not supposed to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Also known as Alaska Department of Fish and Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-338981704296400914?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/338981704296400914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=338981704296400914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/338981704296400914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/338981704296400914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/11/huntingtrapping.html' title='hunting/trapping'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-2221776686029388047</id><published>2010-11-22T21:00:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:00:05.111-09:00</updated><title type='text'>mind the socks</title><content type='html'>Church: One of my favorite weekly events.  While its a good Christian thing to say that I like Church, the reason isn't entirely Godly.  Yes, I enjoy hearing the preaching.  Yes, prayer time is crucial.  Yes, worship brings our hearts into the right place.  Yes, its the only time in the week I am guaranteed to see several friends.  But there is another reason I enjoy going to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there is so much mud around here, (nothing is paved) the best way to control the amount of dirt inside buildings is by leaving shoes at the door.  Even at church.  The entry way is lined with benches and hooks to hang jackets and remove shoes.  From children to grandparents, we all attend services in our stocking feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come for a visit, make sure you have at least one pair of wild socks with no holes in them.  You will need to wear them to church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-2221776686029388047?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/2221776686029388047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=2221776686029388047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2221776686029388047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2221776686029388047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/11/mind-socks.html' title='mind the socks'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-348384287802023053</id><published>2010-11-18T21:00:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:25:06.856-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>Clear winter night</title><content type='html'>Winters are dark in Alaska.  However, when the moon is near full, its hard to fear the darkness of night.  I walked over to a friend's house last night, and I didn't need my flashlight at all.  The moon was so bright I had a clear shadow following me in the snow.  The mountains were clearly visible in the darkness, with the snow reflecting the bright moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat eerie, but absolutely beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-348384287802023053?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/348384287802023053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=348384287802023053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/348384287802023053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/348384287802023053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/11/clear-winter-night.html' title='Clear winter night'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-3670828830518348030</id><published>2010-11-14T21:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:00:01.878-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anchorage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scattered thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bush life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>homelessness</title><content type='html'>I feel homeless right now.  I understand that its a part of transitions.  I have been through enough of them recently!  Port Alsworth doesn't feel like home yet.  I am getting used to the daily life of walking everywhere, being able to go home for lunch, and only worrying about wildlife on the commute instead of wild drivers.  I am getting to know people in the community a little better.  I just get to the point where I miss having people around me who have experienced life with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to Anchorage last month, I had to prepare myself.  I had just begun to feel settled and established in Anchorage when I left.  I had to tell myself that the city I was visiting is no longer home.  It was great to spend some time with friends, and I can only imagine how easy it would be to be absorbed back into the city lifestyle.  At the same time, I often found myself looking around and feeling out of place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see a movie at Bear's Tooth Friday night.  Bear's tooth has two dining areas and a one screen movie theatre.  They show movies that have mostly cycled out of the main theatres, as well as some classics and documentaries.  The theatre is set up with booths and tables, and food is brought to you during the movie.  A fun, and very popular, experience in Anchorage.  I looked around at the crowd as we were leaving our movie.  The line was all the way around the building for the next movie, and every seat was full from our movie.  I think there were more people there at that point than live in my entire burough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anchorage, with all its entertainment and crowds, is not home.  I am ok with that.  But Port Alsworth isn't home yet either.  When I am frustrated, I long for home.  But where is home?  Its a good way to remember that I was not created to be on earth forever.  It can be my dwelling for now, but its never going to be a place to settle down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-3670828830518348030?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/3670828830518348030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=3670828830518348030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3670828830518348030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3670828830518348030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/11/homelessness.html' title='homelessness'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-3935240182511428028</id><published>2010-11-10T21:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:00:06.331-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>NaNoBloMo.... whatever it is</title><content type='html'>Well, there's a thing in November dedicated to writing.  From blogging every day, to writing a rough draft of a novel in a month, everyone from the novice blogger to the published author have an excuse to ignore responsibilities and write write write.  As much as I dislike responsibility, I thought it would be a great excuse.  Until it got to be a third of the way into November and I hadn't written anything.  Oh well, there's always next year, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-3935240182511428028?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/3935240182511428028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=3935240182511428028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3935240182511428028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3935240182511428028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/11/nanoblomo-whatever-it-is.html' title='NaNoBloMo.... whatever it is'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-1394716216764755367</id><published>2010-11-06T20:51:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:22:13.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alaska aviation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bush life'/><title type='text'>mail</title><content type='html'>Getting mail here is a little different.  Of course, everything is different, so its really not surprising, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting thing is UPS and FedEx.  I was actually kind of curious how that works, until someone explained it to me.  I don't know if you have an idea of what the runway looks like here, but I just can't see a big Boeing jet landing on our humble 3000 ft dirt runway.  FedEx has several Caravans, which wouldn't have a problem landing here, but I can't imagine it would be terribly ecenomic to stop off at EVERY village in this state with a few little packages on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the packages check in to Anchorage.  They sit at their respective facilities until someone takes them to the mail carrier (Illiamna Air Taxi for us).  Everything, from FedEx to US mail piles onto the mail plane and lands here every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.  Well, unless the weather is bad.  Usually it comes the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, things get here... eventually.  It takes a little extra time, but nothing has gotten lost yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-1394716216764755367?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/1394716216764755367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=1394716216764755367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1394716216764755367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1394716216764755367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/11/mail.html' title='mail'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-8659818256257213623</id><published>2010-10-22T07:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T07:55:57.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick trip to town</title><content type='html'>Problem: Bridesmaid dresses take a long time to order.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Order as early as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem: No David's bridal in the bush. &lt;br /&gt;Solution: Go to town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely friend and former college roommate Laura is getting married in February, and has lovingly requested my presence as a bridesmaid.  OF COURSE I agreed, and not just because San Diego sounds like a lovely escape from an Alaskan winter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I flew in Thursday, landed a bit after 1, and will be here till Sunday afternoon, depending on flights.  In addition to running a list full of errands, I will also be enjoying several friends' company, as well as a few local eateries that I have missed while being away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-8659818256257213623?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/8659818256257213623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=8659818256257213623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8659818256257213623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8659818256257213623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/10/quick-trip-to-town.html' title='quick trip to town'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-9167566216292702965</id><published>2010-10-16T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T11:48:41.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what makes the cold colder?</title><content type='html'>Its getting cold here.  Expected, as its trudging through the middle of October.  I love coming home to a warm home, maybe taking a nice hot shower, putting on comfy clothes, and grabbing a hot cup of tea.  Wednesday was no exception to my desire to finish a good day’s work and relax in the usual comforts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first problem was apparent upon walking in my door.  It was a bit chilly.  As I later discovered, the building was out of heating oil.  I remember noticing a slight chill in the air when I was home for lunch.  Considering the building is not insulated for winter living, a bit of the “barely above freezing” weather we have started settling into my home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does one do when its cold in their living environment?  A few solutions come to mind, but the top one on my mind was a nice hot shower.  So I turn on the shower water, and wait for it to warm up.  Well, it warms up, but not near as warm as I like it to be.  Especially not hot enough to take off the chill that is setting in.  I hop in the shower, hoping that it would warm a little more.  Wrong.  It got cooler, and cooler, and cooler, till it was barely lukewarm.  I sighed, shut off the shower, and headed out to make a hot cup of tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the stove knob to “lite” and waited.  Nothing happened.  Its an old stove, so I try again.  Still nothing.  No smell of gas, no whooshing of gas going to the burner... the gas must be out. &lt;br /&gt;What a great night to crank up the electric blanket, curl up, and go to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-9167566216292702965?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/9167566216292702965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=9167566216292702965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/9167566216292702965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/9167566216292702965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-makes-cold-colder.html' title='what makes the cold colder?'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-4727371914996680173</id><published>2010-10-06T17:21:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T17:39:17.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a week later</title><content type='html'>Well, I can't say this is the longest I have survived in the bush, as I spent a week and a half in the brooks range last summer.  Give it another 5 days.  That record will be gone.  Unless I don't survive that long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of survival, there has been a brown bear mulling around town recently.  One of my neighbors informed me that they tend to cause trouble in the town right before they go into hibernation.  One of my coworkers shot at it with a 22 (cause a 22 is going to take down a bear...) at around 11:30.  Later in the night, some friends reported their trash being strewn around their yard.  The dog started howling at around 3 in the morning, so they checked out the door, and it was in their yard.  And to think that the only thing waking me up is my stupid heater rattling.  I guess its better than a bear on my porch... Shh, don't tell my grandmother!!  She would probably worry.  Come to think of it, my mother might be pretty worried at this point as well.  Don't worry, mom, I have a can of bear spray right outside my door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bear spray, have you ever read the instructions on the can?  You are supposed to spray downwind.  And after the situation is under control, you are supposed to immediately vacate the area, as other bears will be attracted to the dilluted spray.  You are only out of range after two miles of running like a large dangerous mammal is chasing you. And you need to run directly upwind, as the wind is carrying the peppery fragrance the other way.  This is all something *I* plan on taking into careful consideration when trying to fend off an angry bear.  Or maybe I just need to get a gun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of guns... sorry, I don't have anything to say about guns.  Just following suit with the rest of this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-4727371914996680173?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/4727371914996680173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=4727371914996680173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4727371914996680173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4727371914996680173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/10/week-later.html' title='a week later'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-8579424750796918811</id><published>2010-10-02T18:39:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T18:52:30.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new chapter</title><content type='html'>Someday, a book may be written about me.  Not saying that I think my life is any more significant than anyone elses, just saying that it could happen.  In the event that it does happen, I believe september of 2010 will mark a new chapter in that book.  Not just because I turned another year older.  Though I am young to most people, I have had several birthdays.  Not just because I moved.  I didn't move till I left for college... but I have done quite a bit of moving since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new page, this new adventure in my life, is marked by a different culture.  I no longer have cell service.  While I still have my cell phone, it functions as an alarm clock, not a constant connection to friends.  I don't live close to a grocery store.  Everything is flown in, about an hour long flight.  I no longer drive to work.  My commute involves walking about 100 yards.  There is no pavement here.  4 wheelers on the local dirt paths are the favored mode of transportation.  I am still in the US postal service, but my address is simply general delivery.  No street number, no road name, just "general delivery"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am still in the United States.  Just living in the last frontier: the bush of Alaksa.  And here is where the adventure begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-8579424750796918811?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/8579424750796918811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=8579424750796918811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8579424750796918811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8579424750796918811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-chapter.html' title='a new chapter'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-3690005812734202687</id><published>2010-09-03T10:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T10:50:27.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a promise of winter...</title><content type='html'>All of the sudden, I look around and it is September.  Summer went fast.  I knew it would.  Now the leaves are starting to change, and the mornings and evenings are getting colder.  And darker.  But I am looking forward to winter.  I love snow.  I am so glad to finally be living somewhere that gets snow in the winter!  Last winter was decent, but I didn't do terribly much because I didnt know very many people.  Now that my friend list is expanding, I am looking forward to the wild and crazy things we will do this winter.  Several of my friends have indicating they want to take me snowboarding.  Sounds fun!  My roommates want to build an igloo in the back yard, which will make for the best winter camp out ever.  Also on the list is lots of ice skating, cross country skiing, snow shoeing, and a couple snow machine trips.  can you tell I am excited?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-3690005812734202687?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/3690005812734202687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=3690005812734202687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3690005812734202687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3690005812734202687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/09/promise-of-winter.html' title='a promise of winter...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-7640523593143554223</id><published>2010-08-22T13:21:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:40:22.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain rain rain...</title><content type='html'>They say that records are meant to be broken.  I guess that is what this summer had in store for us as it poured.  And rained.  And drizzled.  And rained again.  For 30 days in a row.  We saw little spots of sun in the process, but we didn't have a single day without rain for a whole month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering my company relies on good weather to fly our singles, this didn't help business/planning too much.  We got really good at loading and unloading stuff in the rain, as well as using wet tarps to cover wet stuff in attempt to keep them from getting even more wet.  I got into the habit of bringing a change or two of clothes to work, since there is no choice but to get completely soaked every time we have a plane come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the past couple days, we have had sunshine, and even some warmth!  I am enjoying it, and find myself anticipating the coming summer.  But then I realize that we are well past solstice, and the days are getting noticeably shorter.  So I enjoyed my three days of summer, and am looking forward to fall, and all the good things that brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-7640523593143554223?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/7640523593143554223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=7640523593143554223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7640523593143554223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7640523593143554223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/08/rain-rain-rain-rain.html' title='Rain rain rain rain...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-9740769883656805</id><published>2010-08-09T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:00:00.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>they caught up!</title><content type='html'>All of my post dated posts have been posted!  Wow, does that make any sense whatsoever?  What it really means is that I need to get back into blogging.  So, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Its August.  Summer is going entirely too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It hasn't stopped raining.  Actually, what is really annoying is the past couple days rotating between pouring down rain and hot and sunny.  Which makes for a lot of humidity.  Which makes my job miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I started moving into my new room!  When I moved into the house, I temporarily located (and piled a lot of stuff) into one of the smaller bedrooms downstairs.  Now that the other roommate is off and getting married on Saturday, I get to move into her old room!  Happy tall windows and bigger room, ahoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have been missing Africa alot these days.  Maybe its reading everyone's comments and prayer requests for the election.  Maybe its just little things that remind me of life over there.  Its just been on my mind a lot recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have been working a lot.  Its not uncommon for me to be at work more hours than I am at home.  Not a bad thing necessarily.  The hardest part about it is not having energy to cook when I get home.  I have so many things that I plan on making, but something about walking through the front door zaps any energy and motivation I thought I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, thats about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-9740769883656805?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/9740769883656805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=9740769883656805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/9740769883656805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/9740769883656805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-caught-up.html' title='they caught up!'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-7843021681155514220</id><published>2010-08-06T18:03:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T18:20:20.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My big brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/TFzADrskY-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/QVFwO4LAuf8/s1600/n159100167_30255451_7951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/TFzADrskY-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/QVFwO4LAuf8/s320/n159100167_30255451_7951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502484014241702882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that fine looking fellow?  Why, my brother of course.  He's kind of a big deal.  At least he is to me.  He studied audio engineering in college, and he does his musical genius thing all over the Portland area and beyond.  He even looks a bit like the guy from scooby doo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/TFzCLtl0mLI/AAAAAAAAA98/hoerhyvEHS0/s1600/n159100167_30229778_8801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/TFzCLtl0mLI/AAAAAAAAA98/hoerhyvEHS0/s320/n159100167_30229778_8801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502486351212484786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him, cause he's my big brother.  We laugh at the dumbest things when we are tired.  We are completely crazy when we want to be.  And in terms of centuries, he's this old:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/TFzBQJOzm3I/AAAAAAAAA90/GV2sr5WNCq8/s1600/20090119o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 462px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/TFzBQJOzm3I/AAAAAAAAA90/GV2sr5WNCq8/s320/20090119o.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502485327839992690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that we live a long ways apart.  I wish I could spend more time with him.  But when we are together, its a force to be reckoned with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/TFzCL4GEZEI/AAAAAAAAA-E/hvG6A9yMKpE/s1600/n159100167_30298412_7775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 348px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/TFzCL4GEZEI/AAAAAAAAA-E/hvG6A9yMKpE/s320/n159100167_30298412_7775.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502486354032092226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 25th, Josh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-7843021681155514220?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/7843021681155514220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=7843021681155514220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7843021681155514220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7843021681155514220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-big-brother.html' title='My big brother'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/TFzADrskY-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/QVFwO4LAuf8/s72-c/n159100167_30255451_7951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-8860920301954375481</id><published>2010-08-02T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:00:02.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>My (mostly realistic) goals for the near future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CSEL: It will only take a few flights and a check ride.  But I have been long awaiting this one, and its about time I get it done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CFI: this one is going to take a lot of work, but I think its the next step in my aviation career.  I will be working on this one throughout the Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Worship ministry at church: A friend and I have been working on this since the spring, and I really want to see it up and running soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-More ministry opportunities at Church/seeking the Lord's leading in this area:  Always a lofty and very important goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Setting up my new room:  I don't know when exactly I will be moving into the new room, but I have some grand visions of what it will be like.  Who knows if it will work out according to plans, or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chemistry: I would like to take a college level Chemistry class for various reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Opportunities to expand my income: I need to be paying off bills and establishing a little more financial stability.  I want to find some ways to make a little money using my skills and gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prayers/encouragement in these areas always welcome!  And if you have anything else to add to the list, feel free to suggest it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-8860920301954375481?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/8860920301954375481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=8860920301954375481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8860920301954375481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8860920301954375481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/08/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-7812945296057872852</id><published>2010-07-31T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T20:00:01.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom and dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day trip'/><title type='text'>Picnic on a Glacier</title><content type='html'>The Matanuska glacier (or however you spell it) is about 100 miles out of Anchorage.  To spare you all the details you could probably find on Wikipedia involving the formation, location, and all sorts of other completely unnecessary, yet pretty cool, facts on glaciers, I will just tell you about why I love the Mat.  And try to use shorter sentences in the process! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really not that far away.  And its not like you are driving 2 hours down a long straight road.  The scenery is gorgeous once you get past Palmer.  Though I did have trouble with that, as I would rather look around than concentrate on avoiding the back end of the slow camper in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not too bad of a hike to get to the actual glacier.  My parents are not the most decorated gold metal athletes in the world, and I felt confident that they would be able to make it to the glacier and back at a pace that suited them.  It gets a little muddy and/or slick at times, but if you are careful, its not a problem! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a blast to explore!  Once on the Glacier, we carefully picked a path to explore a little bit as well.  We found some cool features, and no one fell or got stuck in a crevasse.  The only reason my whole backside got wet is because I sat down on a ice ledge with dad for a picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring an empty water bottle to fill.  Man, I love glacier water!  nothing like drinking ice cold water right from the source.  Is it perfectly purified?  I dunno.  Do I care?  Not really.  If it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear shoes with good traction.  Preferably hiking boots, not indoor soccer shoes.  It wasn't too bad this trip, as we didn't do too much adventuring.  But I would definitely have loved a little more traction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear gloves!  You might look like a whimpy popsicle walking out to the glacier with a hat, scarf and gloves, but the gloves really give you more mobility on the ice.  Its not light and fluffy like snow if you want to grab on to something for stability.  It keeps you from tearing up your hands, and everyone else will wish they were cool like you with gloves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picnicing on the ice, perching on the edge of a glacial water fall, and prancing around on the ancient ice formation (gee, aren't you glad I stopped with the "p" activities there??), we headed to my friends' house for dinner.  They are around 70mile, so it gave a perfect break in the drive back.  We stayed till around 10, and headed back to town with an hour or so of daylight left to guide us.  When we were close to Anchorage, I spotted two different momma moose leading their calves (one single, two twins for a total of 5 moose) in the dusk, all within a quarter mile.  It was a very nice ending to the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-7812945296057872852?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/7812945296057872852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=7812945296057872852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7812945296057872852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7812945296057872852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/07/picnic-on-glacier.html' title='Picnic on a Glacier'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-6865808896821004410</id><published>2010-07-28T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:00:05.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medevac</title><content type='html'>For most things medical, my company is the preferred air carrier out of the villages we fly to.  Everything from regular doctors appointments to emergencies, we fly patients in and out.  When it is a regular appointment, the pilot has to treat them as a normal passenger.  But when its a medevac, the pilot can call himself "lifeguard" and get priority landing wherever they are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a regular day.  My supervisor and I were waiting for the next flight to come in, which would be at least another hour.  Everything was cleaned, all the freight was organized, and we were out of busy work.  Just when we were to the point of being really bored, the phone rang.  One of the clinics needs a medevac for a stretcher, and the 99 is the only plane that can handle that.  We flew into action, making a dozen phone calls and re-arranging the passengers so the plane could get there as quickly as possible.  Thankfully we didn't have too many passengers moving that evening.  After the dust settled a little, we got a better idea of what happened requiring this emergency flight.  Too much alcohol.  Someone fell off her porch.  At least it wouldn't be blood and gore coming off the plane, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-6865808896821004410?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/6865808896821004410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=6865808896821004410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6865808896821004410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6865808896821004410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/07/medevac.html' title='Medevac'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-6055287886769223601</id><published>2010-07-25T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:00:08.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girdwood in the Rain</title><content type='html'>Dearest darling Mumsie and Popsicle got in last night.  After settling in and a not so restful night's sleep (they arent used to all the light), we planned an easy day to Girdwood.  My roommate drove us about a 40 miles south of town to the local ski resort and hippie haven.  We found wildflowers about everywhere we went, which was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop: The Alaska Candle Company.&lt;br /&gt;- super cute hand made candles (various Alaskan wildlife)&lt;br /&gt;- quick stop&lt;br /&gt;- Feautured in Northern Lights coupon book&lt;br /&gt;- recycling at its best: old shoes used as planters (I dont know that they were ever functional shoes, they were just really cute)&lt;br /&gt;- samples of how candles look through the dipping process&lt;br /&gt;- seal oil apparently allows for longer burning&lt;br /&gt;- wish there were more color options (there were only white and brown)&lt;br /&gt;- Located: left side of the road when driving up toward Alyeska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: Kobuk Valley Jade&lt;br /&gt;- Big selection of pretty jade and other pieces to look at&lt;br /&gt;- Huge jade boulder that they are in the process of cutting through (will take them  weeks to cut once)&lt;br /&gt;- Local artifacts (sleds, snowshoes, baleen, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;- I bought a new ring&lt;br /&gt;- Dad bought a box of rocks :)  Pieces of unpolished jade&lt;br /&gt;- Located: take a left at the big Alyeska resort sign.  It will be on the right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time: The Bake Shop&lt;br /&gt;- Soup of the day: Barley Beef and Veggie&lt;br /&gt;- Alaska's famous sourdough bread&lt;br /&gt;- Ginormous cinnamon rolls&lt;br /&gt;- various sandwich offers&lt;br /&gt;- really crowded, but hit the spot on a cold rainy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we drove down to the main building of the Alyeska resort.  Because of the bad weather, we decided to skip the tram ride to the top.  On a good day, its supposed to be a great ride.  We headed back to town, and stopped at the Indian Valley Gold Mine.  They offered a demonstration of gold mining, and a giftshop with more Alaskan wares.  Amongst other things, dad bought a bucket of dirt (with Gold and other minerals in it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got back into town, we went to Wild Berry, a anchorage based chocolate factory, complete with a huge chocolate fountain.  They let us sample some different pieces of chocolate, and we walked away with a big box of Wild Berry jelly filled chocolates.  I highly recommend it for finding Alaskan gifts, even if they are a bit more aimed at tourists.  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FARs get boring pretty quick, but that gives you an idea of what type of company I work for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Based on the fact that we don't have a set schedule, its all of our job to figure out the most efficient way to operate:  getting all the people and their stuff with the least flight hours and gas burned.  Some days its easy.  6 or 7 people will go on one of the big planes, leaving enough room for a few people's groceries to go out as well.  Some days its not so easy.  The planes will be stuffed full both ways, and we have to send some smaller planes on freight runs the whole day.  Still other days we will have a reasonable plan lined up, and the weather will be bad so we can't go anywhere.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once the day's plan is lined up, its still subject to change.  All it takes is one phone call asking for a charter, one piece of haz-mat that cannot fly with passengers, and everything changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats why I love working in the 135 world: two days will never be the same!  Its all about learning to adapt to changes, and figuring out how to make everything as efficient as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-5685570874131324755?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/5685570874131324755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=5685570874131324755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/5685570874131324755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/5685570874131324755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-as-135.html' title='Life as a 135'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-7761723892217022583</id><published>2010-07-19T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:00:01.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flattop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/TD5lCZbLHDI/AAAAAAAAA9A/a84sVJh0Fqo/s1600/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/TD5lCZbLHDI/AAAAAAAAA9A/a84sVJh0Fqo/s320/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493939687297588274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;looking south at the Turnagin Arm and the Kenai Peninsula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The most popular hike in Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;-Never go without cell coverage&lt;br /&gt;-In fact, you hardly lose sight of Anchorage&lt;br /&gt;-"easy to moderate" hike&lt;br /&gt;-GORGEOUS view: Mt. Redoubt, McKinley, Susitna, the inlet, Fire Island, etc.&lt;br /&gt;-1.5 miles up, 1500 ft (same distance/height down obviously)&lt;br /&gt;-3510 ft. at the summit&lt;br /&gt;-perfect place to build a castle, as it is already flat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-7761723892217022583?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/7761723892217022583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=7761723892217022583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7761723892217022583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7761723892217022583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/07/flattop.html' title='Flattop'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/TD5lCZbLHDI/AAAAAAAAA9A/a84sVJh0Fqo/s72-c/DSC00040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-8410724973247481456</id><published>2010-07-17T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T08:57:16.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>incoming!</title><content type='html'>T minus 11 hours till mom and dad get here!  So excited to see them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-8410724973247481456?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/8410724973247481456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=8410724973247481456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8410724973247481456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8410724973247481456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/07/incoming.html' title='incoming!'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-7730418572315782300</id><published>2010-07-16T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:00:01.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last goodbye</title><content type='html'>It was a quiet afternoon.  I fueled the Navajo after its last flight to prepare it for the next day's adventure.  A single 150 made laps around the pattern, some touch downs worse than others as a student learned the art of landing smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the afternoon seemed routine, the events earlier that day were anything but normal.  We had a charter scheduled to a village out the chain.  On the schedule written next to the number traveling was "+stretcher."  Now, keep in mind that we get some pretty crazy things in the back of that plane.  From 500 pound outboard motors to refrigerators to living room furniture, we load anything into that plane that people want to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this one was different.  A woman.  A mother, sister, daughter, grandmother.  She was returning to her home for the last part of her life.  I could feel the pain in the air as the family bid a final farewell to this loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the family, I couldn't help but keep this song on repeat in my head for most of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were laughing&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm left here asking&lt;br /&gt;Where has all the time gone now&lt;br /&gt;I'm left alone somehow&lt;br /&gt;Growing up and getting older&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to believe it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-7730418572315782300?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/7730418572315782300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=7730418572315782300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7730418572315782300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7730418572315782300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-goodbye.html' title='The last goodbye'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-5346913814765937130</id><published>2010-07-14T17:17:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T17:25:51.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>off to camp</title><content type='html'>Kingdom Air Corps is off again.  Last night, a friend and I drove up to 80something mile to see everyone off for camp.  2 150s, a 152, a 170, a 175, a 182, a 206, and a 15 pax van are all in route to Bible camp, at a gold mine between Bettles and Anuktuvuk Pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are different this year.  There is a lot of organization.  There are a lot more people going.  Several young husband and wife teams are going.  My prayer is that it will be blessed.  From their efforts to the kids hearts to mechanical safety in flying, that God would bless them abundantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sad that I wont be able to spend time with the kids this year.  But as I was talking to Uncle Tom, I remembered that its not about who is going, its about God's work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to hear stories on the other end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-5346913814765937130?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/5346913814765937130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=5346913814765937130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/5346913814765937130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/5346913814765937130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/07/off-to-camp.html' title='off to camp'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-6369206876692930864</id><published>2010-07-09T19:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T20:07:03.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dark hole that was once my blog...</title><content type='html'>Phew.  Life has been crazy here.  from working 10+ hour days to moving and getting to know new roommates, I havent had much time to stop and breathe.  And when I do, I am usually off on another hike.  Its a crazy lifestyle, but its the only way to survive in the summer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask me how we survive the summer with all the daylight.  My answer is twofold:&lt;br /&gt;-Alaskans need to recharge our solar batteries.  When we hit winter, we aren't getting a ton of sunlight, so we take advantage of it and enjoy every second we can!&lt;br /&gt;-We work and play so hard during the day that, out of sheer exhaustion, we fall dead asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am going to write several short blogs and schedule there posting, so it doesn't appear so abandoned around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-6369206876692930864?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/6369206876692930864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=6369206876692930864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6369206876692930864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6369206876692930864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/07/dark-hole-that-was-once-my-blog.html' title='the dark hole that was once my blog...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-2299580367044750503</id><published>2010-06-16T22:22:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:35:45.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>obedience</title><content type='html'>I was listening to the radio while driving home today.  Usually, I have my iPod plugged in, but the battery is running low, so I am listening to the radio until I remember to bring it in and charge it.  Redeemer, by Nichole C. Mullen came on.  Which is kind of odd, considering it was on this morning when I was driving to work.  I sang along, and thought about the words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Who taught the                      sun where to stand in the morning&lt;br /&gt;                    Who told the ocean you an only come this far?&lt;br /&gt;                    Who showed the moon where to hide 'til evening&lt;br /&gt;                    Whose words alone can catch a falling star? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its not the main point of the song.  But it got me thinking.  God is really really powerful.  He made all of nature subject to Him.  Why didn't He make humans, His greatest creation, with that same attribute?  Why did He give us the choice to be subject to Him?  I feel honored that He grants me that choice, when He could so easily control me.  I mean, He speaks, and the universe goes into motion.  No complaining or dragging of feet, it just goes.  So why do I struggle with obeying Him?  You would think I could learn a lesson from the ocean's waves, constantly falling where He instructs, no questioning or doubts.  Why is it so hard to obey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-2299580367044750503?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/2299580367044750503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=2299580367044750503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2299580367044750503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2299580367044750503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/06/obedience.html' title='obedience'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-8839992211340267712</id><published>2010-06-07T08:11:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T08:33:18.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He gives and takes away</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday was a big day.  I had to be at the airport at 6:30 in the morning, which is kind of a strech for me, considering my lack of morning motivation.  But it was great.  We help the UPS every once in a while when they get behind, so we took a load of packages to Fairbanks.  Here is a little bit of what I experienced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;-hearing taps at 7 from elmendorf while getting the 99 ready&lt;br /&gt;-buzzing all the 747s at international&lt;br /&gt;-cool canadian water bombers stationed at fairbanks&lt;br /&gt;-180 knots and 10,000 feet in the 99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;I also got to log some twin turbine time, even if it was second in command. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, we watched a 206 taxi by for takeoff.  Not an uncommon feature, as I work at one of the world's busiest general aviation airports.  However, this particular 206 was very heavy laden.  I shrugged my shoulders, and attributed it to another crazy bush pilot, just doing his thing.  After all, this is Alaska. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long after that, we started to hear the sirens.  Looking west down past the runway, giant plumes of smoke were rising.  I got off work about a half hour later, and went to investigate.  It wasn't till I saw the accident scene that I realized it was the same overloaded 206.  One of my co-workers called me that evening to inform me that the people in the plane were from the bush village (Port Alsworth) where our main office and maintenance hangar is based.  Please pray for the family.  I can't imagine what they are going through.  They lost their oldest boy (4) in the wreck, and all the others are in the Northwest for the next few months recieving serious medical treatment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-8839992211340267712?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/8839992211340267712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=8839992211340267712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8839992211340267712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8839992211340267712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/06/he-gives-and-takes-away.html' title='He gives and takes away'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-4906682016680728827</id><published>2010-06-01T18:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T18:57:16.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been too quiet...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of posting.  As much as there is to say about my new life, there isn't much time to think about it, let alone write.  Since I don't have much time to think, I really don't have much to say.  However,  I will still try to say a few things.  Try not to get too bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-work is difficult.  It is a physical challenge.  I am getting stronger, and I am going to have the worlds best farmer's tan by the end of the summer.  I will be getting lots of overtime, as I only get one day off per week.  I have been averaging 55 hour weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Bible study at church is almost finished.  We did a 13 week course, but took a week off here and there, so we drug it out into a little over 4 months.  Its called Experiencing God: knowing and doing the will of God.  I have REALLY enjoyed it.  There are things about it that aren't perfect, but it is an excellent study tool and guide to doing God's will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am moving!  I found a place where I can rent a room for about 300 dollars less a month than my current location.  I am pretty excited about that!  Its a great house, really cool roommates, and a really safe neighborhood.  Its on the east side of town, which is away from everything I am used to, but I guess change is good, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I had a really good talk with my boss today about my future and life plans.  Its so refreshing to talk to someone who talks ideas as ideas, not making fantasies out to be realities, as someone I used to listen to frequently portrays.  I have some ideas in my head now, I just have to bite the bullet to get them done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I feel that I have gotten a pretty clear assignment from God for this fall.  Please pray with me that I will have the stamina to go through the application process so I can obey Him.  Details when plans firm up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-4906682016680728827?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/4906682016680728827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=4906682016680728827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4906682016680728827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4906682016680728827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-too-quiet.html' title='its been too quiet...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-5502414993085446553</id><published>2010-05-07T22:34:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:52:32.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes... and hellos</title><content type='html'>I worked my last shift at the kitchen store today.  It was bittersweet.  I am excited for the next chapter of my life, but am really glad that this chapter happened.  I didn't plan on this 6 month stint.  I hated most of it.  But looking back, I learned some valuable things, made some great friends, and proved myself to be a valuable person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lessons:&lt;br /&gt;-Don't try to get ahead by cheating others.  Even if you do get ahead, those you cheated will dislike you.  I watched a co-worker do this.  It hasn't gotten her fired... yet.&lt;br /&gt;-Learn how to deal with crazy.  It comes in all shapes and sizes.  The ability to take it, then deal with it later, is invaluable. &lt;br /&gt;-Always be gracious.  No matter how horribly the person has treated you in the past. &lt;br /&gt;-Listen to stories, even when you have heard them already.  Even though the Portuguese accent grates on the nerves sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;-Always do thorough, correct work.  two reasons... A) no one else has to go back and fix it, B) everyone will miss your work when you are gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye was hard.  My boss almost cried.  My manager tried to blow it off as not important, but based on the number of times she tried to convince me not to leave, combined with the number of times she said she was going to really miss me, i think she was at least sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than an hour after clocking out for the last time, my new job (scheduled to start Monday) called and asked if I could come in tomorrow to help.  So I am ready to say hello.  To a new world, a new life, and new opportunities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-5502414993085446553?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/5502414993085446553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=5502414993085446553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/5502414993085446553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/5502414993085446553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/05/goodbyes-and-hellos.html' title='Goodbyes... and hellos'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-8083666067995437959</id><published>2010-05-05T22:50:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:11:30.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day of prayer</title><content type='html'>A friend posted on facebook, asking what all her friends are praying for on the National Day of Prayer.  Here's what I am praying for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-obedience: As I read Bible story favorites about God working mightily, I realized something.  While He doesn't need a specific person to do His work, the specific people He used had one thing in common: they OBEY.  They weren't perfect (David).  They weren't in their prime (Abraham).  They weren't always the most wholesome in their decisions (Samson).  They weren't popular (Joseph).  They didn't get it right the first time (Jonah). And the list goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I pray that God's people will OBEY Him, so He can do mighty works through us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-faith: Tying in with obedience, we have to have incredible faith.  So often, I hear Christians say that "God could do this if He wants to, but I doubt He will."  It strikes me as so passive, to be said with shoulders shrugged, sitting on a favorite couch, watching to see if my doubts will win out.  Ok, Thomas, its time to change that attitude. &lt;br /&gt;Instead of having a passive faith, Christians need to practice an active, aggressive faith.  Something more along the lines of, "God, I have faith that You will do this."  Notice the period?  No ifs, ands, or buts about it.  Even reading it over, it is hard for me to claim that.  An addendum feels so natural and necessary.  So I will add this on: Christian's cannot command God to do anything.  He will do what He wills.  Christians need to have faith in His will alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God, I pray that your people will exercise great FAITH in Your will.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To tie them together: You can't have one without the other.  As mentioned above, faith has to be active.  I can't claim to have faith that God will work, and not be willing to be used in His work.  I have to obey him.  I can't obey God without having faith that He will provide all that I need to accomplish what He has asked of me.  He is never going to ask me to do something that I can do on my own strength.  He is going to ask me to do SO MUCH MORE!  I can only obey when I have faith that He will be working in me and through me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you praying for this national day of prayer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-8083666067995437959?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/8083666067995437959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=8083666067995437959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8083666067995437959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8083666067995437959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/05/national-day-of-prayer.html' title='national day of prayer'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-4176993305552583953</id><published>2010-04-26T08:14:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T08:33:16.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week I...</title><content type='html'>followed a recipe for banana bread&lt;br /&gt;made up a stromboli type meal with a friend&lt;br /&gt;threw chicken, veggies, and marinade in the crockpot&lt;br /&gt;made my usual foccacia&lt;br /&gt;experimented with my usual amazing cinnamon roll recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is just the kitchen stuff that I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week I also...&lt;br /&gt;went running several times&lt;br /&gt;went to the dog park&lt;br /&gt;went to the beach&lt;br /&gt;went hiking&lt;br /&gt;GOT A JOB!&lt;br /&gt;told my boss about my new job&lt;br /&gt;went to dinner with my new boss and his family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a GREAT week!  I love that we have so much more daylight these days.  It helps me get up earlier, and just gives me more motivation to go outside and enjoy it.  As you can see with the aforementioned activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current boss was really gracious.  That is a HUGE answer to prayer.  I wanted to make sure I was leaving there on good terms, as I would A) need her as a reference in the future, and B) wouldn't mind picking up a few shifts there at some point, just to get my discount back :)  She was really excited for me, and even gave me a hug.  There have been ups and downs working for her, but it couldn't be a more gracious parting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the job!  I will be working for a part 135 operation.  The main "hub" is out in the bush, at a fishing lodge (owned by the same person).  Also there is an awesome Bible camp, with volunteers from all over the lower 48 coming up to work for a couple weeks at a time.  While the main hangar and everything is in the bush, a large number of summer passengers come up through anchorage to go either to the lodge, or the Bible Camp.  Up to 120 passengers a day come through Anchorage in the summer.  With the biggest plane seating 9, that creates a lot of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the summer, I will be working here in town doing everything from customer service, answering phones, and scheduling to fueling planes, loading baggage, and maybe even an oil change every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;In the fall, the plan is to head out to the bush to do some maintenance and ground crew work.  From there, we see where the Lord takes me.  I am REALLY excited about this whole new path the Lord has taken me on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner and family are all really strong Christians.  I went out to dinner with them last night, and was able to share about my aspirations to return to Africa.  It was great to be able to be open and honest about who I am and what I want to do with my life with my employer.  He knows several of the missionaries I worked with in Africa, and even mentioned that he is trying to get one of the mechanics up here, as soon as paperwork works out.  Did I mention that God is AMAZING to put this all together??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-4176993305552583953?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/4176993305552583953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=4176993305552583953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4176993305552583953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4176993305552583953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-week-i.html' title='This week I...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-4037785604286180070</id><published>2010-04-18T21:44:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:31:32.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to do list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><title type='text'>busy busy busy...</title><content type='html'>who would have thought working 6 days in one week would be so crazy?  Well, I guess I didn't really think before offering to take a co-worker's shift.  In light of not having anything else exciting to share about this week, I will leave you with a few things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-be adventurous in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Find a meal you have never made before, find a recipe, and make it.  It is liberating.  I find myself not making things because I have never made it before.  But the recipes tell you what to do. &lt;br /&gt;Or, if you have conquered all the meals you care to eat, go without a recipe.  Throw random vegetables in a pasta sauce.  It won't alter the flavor enough to keep the family from eating it.  Or if it does, its only one meal. &lt;br /&gt;Make something from scratch.  Sure I like to buy things all made up in a jar.  The best foods come from you controlling what goes into it.  If I can't pronounce something on the list of ingredients, I don't know that I want to put it in my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shake up the old 'do&lt;br /&gt;Part your hair differently.  Let it air dry instead of blow drying.  Find a different product to put in it.  Let it go all natural.  Or for the truly radical, get it cut.  Just find something a little different to do with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pray purposefully and dangerously&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people don't really know what they are asking for when they pray for a virtue, such as patience.  God generally gives the petitioner an opportunity to stretch their current level of that virtue.  I jokingly say that I don't pray for patience anymore, cause I don't want to have to practice it.  Or maybe someone asks for guidance, but doesn't like the direction that they are given.  Prayer isn't effective unless you know that it will be answered and you seek the fulfillment of that request.  A couple friends of mine have requested prayers for boldness.  That is a dangerous request, asking God for an opportunity for them to exhibit their boldness.  And I am excited to pray that for them.  My current request is for discernment.  A line has been drawn with some of my friends, a very clear line between those who are living a life in love with Jesus, and those who are not.  I want to know how to encourage the former, and witness to the latter.  It's a bold prayer.  It's a dangerous prayer.  And it's a fulfilling prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its definitely spring!!  Spring is the season of new growth, of things changing.  Maybe that's why I feel the need to shake things up a bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-4037785604286180070?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/4037785604286180070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=4037785604286180070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4037785604286180070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4037785604286180070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/04/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-6551138612867645718</id><published>2010-04-11T20:40:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:42:35.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>breaking bread: enchilada casserole</title><content type='html'>I have been participating in a Bible study called "Experiencing God" with my Sunday school class at church.  It has been a great study so far, and I look forward to getting deeper into it.  Because the weekly meetings take longer than the allotted hour and a half of sunday school time, we came up with the idea to "break bread together."  So the eight of us meet for Sunday school at 9:30, go to the main service at 11, and come back together to make lunch, finish the study, eat, and fellowship together.  I am blessed with the opportunity to coordinate the food efforts. One week, we made an enchilada casserole.  in addition to tasting amazing, it is one of the easiest things in the world to throw together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;before hand, someone makes up taco meat.  I did two pounds. Have someone grate cheese, someone else chop up onions, while the assembler starts the assembly process.  Fill a pie pan with enchilada sauce.  Dip tortillas one at a time in enchilada sauce and line the bottom of dish (5 qt rectangular baker in my case).  Cover with a layer of cheese.  Have someone open a can of black beans, as assembler's hands will be very messy at this point.  Mix half the meat, onions, and can of black beans on the next layer.  Add another layer of tortillas dipped in enchilada sauce.  At some point, the assembler will probably need another can of enchilada sauce opened and dumped in the pie dish.  Add another layer each of cheese and meat/beans/onion mix, and tortillas dipped in the sauce.  Top with remaining cheese, cover with foil, and bake in the oven.  Since there is no meat that has to cook, the whole baking process is just to get the cheese to melt and really blend the filling together. &lt;br /&gt;I love this dish because you can assemble the casserole any time, and pull it out of the fridge and throw it in the oven.  30 minutes later you have a really yummy meal.  But in this instance, we assembled it together.  The point was to do something together, and enjoy each other's company in the process of making the meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I prepare this dish, I just do meat, cheese, tortillas, and enchilada sauce.  One of the others had the idea to add the fresh chopped onion and black beans.  And it tasted really really good.  That's the biggest blessing for me in coordinating this.  I get the ball rolling.  Gather ideas from the rest of the group, find a recipe, and get a shopping list.  Everyone volunteers to bring a couple things, and we cook it together.  It always comes out great-better than I could make it on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-6551138612867645718?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/6551138612867645718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=6551138612867645718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6551138612867645718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6551138612867645718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/04/breaking-bread-enchilada-casserole.html' title='breaking bread: enchilada casserole'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-3090562964376136160</id><published>2010-04-07T19:07:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:27:16.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not give up</title><content type='html'>Its written in big letters across my journal from several weeks ago.  I had to remind myself of that fact today.  I admire so many characters in the Bible for there perseverance.  Through impossible circumstances, they remained faithful.  Even when they didn't know what to do, even when their circumstances were not their fault, they got through whatever came to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my problem is that I picture them with a bubble around them.  Because I know the end, I know that they should have hope.  No matter how tough, how rotten, how unfair their troubles may be, I know that they are going to be ok because the end was already decided.  Why should they fret?  Anything is easier to handle when you know the end result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I didn't feel like I could relate.  As to-do lists grow longer, work schedule continues to be unpredictable/unsteady at best,  and more nightmares crop up, I feel pretty hopeless.  And I get to thinking about the lucky characters in the Bible who had it so much better, with their story already written. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you getting the foolishness of my thought process?  There are two big flaws that I see here.  Feel free to point out more.  Number one: the Bible characters didn't know the ending.  The only thing they knew was what had already happened and what was currently happening.  They didn't know the whole story like I do.  And that leads to number two: The end of my story HAS been written.  It doesn't make the trials that I face any different.  I still have to face them.  But the end is in place, and the battle is already won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will NOT give up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-3090562964376136160?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/3090562964376136160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=3090562964376136160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3090562964376136160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3090562964376136160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-will-not-give-up.html' title='I will not give up'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-1899971593682275275</id><published>2010-04-01T11:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:00:14.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home again</title><content type='html'>I had a great time in Texas.  It might have been more work than play getting ready for the wedding, but the time I got to spend in LeTourneau land certainly made up for that.  All in all, it was entirely refreshing for several reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-it wasn't the normal work I do to pay rent&lt;br /&gt;-Sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;-A really pretty storm came through, complete with torrential downpour and a brilliant lightening display&lt;br /&gt;-I was around people just about 24/7&lt;br /&gt;-I wasn't doing any of the wedding stuff (4 LONG days of prep) for me&lt;br /&gt;-I got about a million hugs from LeTourneau people&lt;br /&gt;-The reactions from people that didn't know I was coming&lt;br /&gt;-Several friends who dropped all their weekend plans just to hang out with me&lt;br /&gt;-The new Aviation facility, or airport campus as they call it&lt;br /&gt;-When it was all said and done, I had a home in Anchorage to come back to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized how awesome it is to have a real home to come back to.  When I moved around every two weeks last year, living out of suitcases, I didn't have a definite home to return to, I was always moving on to somewhere new.  When I returned to school, my apartment had been taken over.  Even though I lived there four months, someone else had taken up my space, and it was no longer home to me.  I hadn't lived in my room in my parents house for 4 years.  Even though its where I grew up, it felt like I was visiting.  And I had huge piles of re-organization to do, as most of my stuff was in some stage of moving back from college.  It was a weird time, because I didn't have anywhere I was rooted.  It is definitely a good feeling to be able to return to my home, the place I have established as my own.  I can only imagine how much more exciting it will be to move to my eternal home someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-1899971593682275275?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/1899971593682275275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=1899971593682275275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1899971593682275275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1899971593682275275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/04/home-again.html' title='home again'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-6706183670689036613</id><published>2010-03-27T21:21:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:27:57.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>week in Texas</title><content type='html'>Oh wow, this week has been crazy.  All I can say is, yes, I will enjoy creatively expanding the tales of being a bridesmaid.  I explained to Shelli that I did plan on writing about it, overly exaggerating it, and that it is not at all a reflection of how I felt the week went.  And the end of the day (Friday) I was very glad to be there with my two friends, Erik and Shelli, as they joined together as husband and wife.  All the sleepless nights and foodless days were totally worth it.  Then I made a trip up to longview to see some friends that I have been missing.  Just a weekend trip, and it is amazing to see people.  If you are amongst the people here *cough* Kate *cough* give me a shout, cause I want to see you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-6706183670689036613?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/6706183670689036613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=6706183670689036613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6706183670689036613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6706183670689036613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/03/week-in-texas.html' title='week in Texas'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-6814680486049724869</id><published>2010-03-21T23:21:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:29:23.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new news</title><content type='html'>ITS SPRING!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats right, it is officially spring now!  I am so excited.  I can't wait for all the snow to melt, and a little warmer weather.  I never really appreciated the hope that spring brings before I experienced the depth of an Alaska winter.  Ok, so Anchorage is wimpy compared to Fairbanks and the North Slope area.  And they told me this was a really mild winter.  So maybe I didn't experience the worst of winters.  But still, it was more than I am used to.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently though, Longview (Texas) missed the memo, as they got snow this morning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am preparing to go outside for the first time since going home in September.  A college classmate is marrying one of my really close friends, and I am really excited to be a part of this event in their lives.  And the locale certainly makes it even more bearable!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would write more, but it is 11:30, and frankly, I am worried about saying something I could possibly regret, or that just didn't make sense.  My flight boards in about 45 minutes, and lands in Seattle at 5:15.  We don't switch planes there, but we do have an hour on the ground before going further south.  Hopefully I will get sleep somewhere in there.  But I have an aisle seat on a full flight, so we will see.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-6814680486049724869?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/6814680486049724869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=6814680486049724869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6814680486049724869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6814680486049724869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-news.html' title='new news'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-7169613308312504133</id><published>2010-03-17T22:42:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:01:55.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling green</title><content type='html'>Happy St. Patrick's day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that it IS still the glorious Irish holiday for another hour or so here in the AK, I thought I would share some exciting happenings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning coffee~&lt;br /&gt;while reading a friend's blog, I was reminded to reflect on my own unique Irish heritage, as today is the day to squeeze enjoyment out of whatever drops of Irish blood you may have, even if you are 100% Hawaiian.  Despite the fact that my Dad is Flemish (that means he is from Belgium.  No, there is no country called Flem.  Stop laughing, is not funny!) and my mom is Dutch and German, we have some little hairline of Irish in there.  Yeah, my dad's mom's grandmother, or something like that.  But it IS Irish, so I have the same right to this holiday as every other green-donned American out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunchtime soda~&lt;br /&gt;I show up to work at noon to find about half my coworkers decked out in green, and the other half ranging from subtle attempts at green to not trying at all.  I thought about it, and we are grown up.  Pinching people for not wearing a big splash of secondary color does seems to be a bit childish, yeah?  I asked one of my co-workers (who hails from The Azors, Portugal) where her green was.  She responded with "Come here, I show you my green!"  If she has to show it to me that close and personal, maybe I dont really want to see it.   Turned out fine, the frames of her glasses had green. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon tea~&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that about half (not all the same half boasting the Irish hue) were making corned beef and cabbage for dinner.  Pressure cooker, slow cooker, all methods of preparing the traditional meal were being discussed around me.  At one point, a co-worker asked what I was having.  I explained to her that I would be pursuing the "potato famine" portion of Irish history.  (as it turned out, I skipped the potato for a bowl of popcorn) Hooray for being single. &lt;br /&gt;As the afternoon wore on, I felt a different green than the springy polo shirt I was wearing and the bright ribbon in my hair.  As I was making lunch earlier, I discovered that my milk had gone bad.  Now, I think milk smells bad to begin with, so of course I had to TASTE it to see if it really was bad or not.  It was.  It was only a sip, but I was feeling pretty queasy in the afternoon.  Later, I found that the milk cooler for the coffee machine was never turned on.  What happens to milk when it sits at room temperature all day?  Yep, more gross smelling milk for Liz to clean up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening decaf~&lt;br /&gt;As much fun as the Irish pub would be on such a momentous night, after the threat of the expired milk, I decided an evening at home would be best, even skipping coffee with a friend.  I ate my Irish popcorn (butter and salt is Irish, right?), listened to some Irish tunes on Pandora, and generally pursued my normal evening activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely an interesting day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-7169613308312504133?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/7169613308312504133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=7169613308312504133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7169613308312504133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7169613308312504133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-green.html' title='feeling green'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-1751408783051441297</id><published>2010-03-16T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:00:03.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>if looks could kill...</title><content type='html'>... I would choose an icy stare.  And the death would feel similar to this icy mass falling on your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S5wE0j-26NI/AAAAAAAAA8A/KdxfaWuu6JY/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S5wE0j-26NI/AAAAAAAAA8A/KdxfaWuu6JY/s320/DSC00031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448234950270052562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember last week, when we had a day off and sunshine?  Well, this is what I woke up to the next morning:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S5wE1B-RACI/AAAAAAAAA8I/mRZS0L7qbA4/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S5wE1B-RACI/AAAAAAAAA8I/mRZS0L7qbA4/s320/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448234958320631842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is about 6 inches of fresh snow.  The wind was blowing from the right all night, leaving fun drifts and sideways snow accumulation.  I didn't know snow could accumulate like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-1751408783051441297?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/1751408783051441297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=1751408783051441297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1751408783051441297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1751408783051441297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-looks-could-kill.html' title='if looks could kill...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S5wE0j-26NI/AAAAAAAAA8A/KdxfaWuu6JY/s72-c/DSC00031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-9206699843039659706</id><published>2010-03-12T23:23:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:52:47.206-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>the problem with being still...</title><content type='html'>... Is God usually starts talking.  And its not always things that i want to hear.  (But then again, how often am I going to hear God saying, "Good job!  YOU are doing an excellent job, look at YOU go!") I have made pros and cons lists, tried to argue it in my head, and otherwise convince myself one way or the other.  But that reasoning method still has an awful lot to do with me.  I think I need to take a step back and put God at the center of my reasoning instead of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot about Moses recently, and comparing my life to some lessons learned from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to liberate one Israelite doing his own thing, by killing the Egyptian.  And what happened?  He spent the next 40 years in the desert tending sheep. &lt;br /&gt;Parallel one: I tried to go to college on my own.  Am I going to be paying off my school bills until I am 40?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 40 years.  He settled into his life when all the sudden God calls him to lead.  Moses hits this crisis of belief.  To ignore it would be disobedience.  To follow it would mean a total, radical change of life.  Of course, Moses shows his self-centeredness with the excuses he starts throwing out.  "I can't speak, how will they know I am from you?  Me, me, me, me me...." Moses would have to forget about all the things that make up Moses, and go out as a servant of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parallel two: No, God is not calling me to lead (not yet anyways). But I keep getting pushed toward a possible job opportunity.  Its out in the middle of nowhere (accessible only by air).  It's not exactly the hopping location for a single 20 something to launch her thrilling social life.  Grocery shopping is a little different out there... I dont even know how it works.  I just know they have powdered milk and tang.  I know a bunch of people that are coming up this way this summer, and I was REALLY looking forward to spending some weekends with them.  Do you hear my excuses rooted in the same selfish motives as Moses? &lt;br /&gt;One nice piece is that it won't be a "rest of my life" sort of move.  It would definitely be career building, and I could see where I go from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it really comes down to giving up myself and my selfish motives for something that would be a couple years of my life.  It would be a career building opportunity, and a big networking opportunity.  If this is even God's will.  Which, I get the feeling that it is.  But lots of prayer will be going into this.  I would appreciate you adding to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-9206699843039659706?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/9206699843039659706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=9206699843039659706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/9206699843039659706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/9206699843039659706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/03/problem-with-being-still.html' title='the problem with being still...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-272736414113941398</id><published>2010-03-09T09:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:00:01.370-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scenery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>of sunshine and days off</title><content type='html'>The past week, we have had scattered snow showers.  Its great for a little while.  But grey skies and slick roads are only fun for so long.  But I woke up Sunday morning to sunshine and imaginary warmth.  After church, a friend called and invited me to Beluga point.  Save the belugas!  The news makes it sound like they are near endangered.  But apparently all the locals know thats just a load of hooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regardless of the maritime wildlife that resides in that area, I wanted to share a few pics from the (very cold) windy stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S5VEE3-BoCI/AAAAAAAAA7w/4LVEibbxxlg/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S5VEE3-BoCI/AAAAAAAAA7w/4LVEibbxxlg/s320/DSC00044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446334174908751906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S5VEFTdxhcI/AAAAAAAAA74/g4hs2KXv240/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S5VEFTdxhcI/AAAAAAAAA74/g4hs2KXv240/s320/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446334182289671618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S5VEEV8ug6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/dSyHTnGCu6s/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S5VEEV8ug6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/dSyHTnGCu6s/s320/DSC00043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446334165776499618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-272736414113941398?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/272736414113941398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=272736414113941398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/272736414113941398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/272736414113941398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-sunshine-and-days-off.html' title='of sunshine and days off'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S5VEE3-BoCI/AAAAAAAAA7w/4LVEibbxxlg/s72-c/DSC00044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-7073845818404810759</id><published>2010-03-06T12:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:00:01.600-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scattered thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to do list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>somewhere between being still and accomplishing the to do list</title><content type='html'>I have so many things to do.  Constantly swirling around my head is a list of things I need to accomplish, things I want to accomplish, and things I dont need to do, but would make me much happier.  Then I start stressing about such things, and try to remember to let God be priority in my life.  Then comes the voice that says "Be still and know that I AM God."  Well, how is that supposed to help with the things I am trying to accomplish?  In addition to all the things stressing me out, God is vying for my time.  He shouldn't be in the same dimension as my to do lists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unlike everything else, He is not one to be multi-tasked.  I can make a meal and do dishes at the same time.  But I can't be still and vacuum at the same time.  I try to put His time into the category of things that I do for enjoyment.  I can be still and play cello, right?  No.  When I am playing cello, it takes a lot of brain power to read music, translate it into fingerings and bowings, and make it sound decent.  Not a lot of being still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I doing when I should be either working on the to do list or being still?  Blogging.  Hopefully that falls under the category of "dont need to do but makes me much happier."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-7073845818404810759?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/7073845818404810759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=7073845818404810759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7073845818404810759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7073845818404810759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/03/somewhere-between-being-still-and.html' title='somewhere between being still and accomplishing the to do list'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-8416619242562612329</id><published>2010-03-03T09:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:26:43.027-09:00</updated><title type='text'>la chaim!</title><content type='html'>La Chaim is hebrew for "to life!"  Yes, I learned that from fiddler on the roof.  Only because we played the music in high school, not from having actually seen the musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the more time I live in Alaska, the more this time of year will be my favorite.  Sure, I love the long summer days, the golden leaves in september, and the promise of snow as the temperature plummets.  But right now, as the days are getting longer, we have piles of snow everywhere, and more has been falling the past couple of days.  I know that its about to get really gross as it warms up just enough to melt everything, resulting in grimy roads and fithy cars.  But right now, its white, and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days are getting longer, i can feel the pain of darkness melting away.  We are getting more than 10 of daylight, nearly twice as much as we got in the deepest of winter.  I can really start to feel the sunlight.  Hopefully soon, I will feel its warmth.  As the sun shows its face more an more every day, i feel life being breathed into the frozen northland.  La Chaim--to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-8416619242562612329?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/8416619242562612329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=8416619242562612329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8416619242562612329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8416619242562612329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-chaim.html' title='la chaim!'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-1005406006424841866</id><published>2010-03-01T12:28:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:48:40.261-09:00</updated><title type='text'>airplanes</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago, I got a call, inviting me to come out and help work on a few planes.  Happily, I accepted.  Not to be paid, but to get the experience of turning wrenches.  (I may forget how)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on a Trubine Otter.  My jobs included pulling panels, putting them back on, and wheel bearings.  on the tailwheel.  I was working with a guy who used to maintain the plane, so he had a lot of knowledge as far as things likely to go wrong with this plane.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S4wzDrQduiI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/HE6YAor6Rk0/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S4wzDrQduiI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/HE6YAor6Rk0/s320/DSC00080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443782187828492834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Turbine otter, from the back, with a supercub in the foreground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The otter, from DeHavilland, &lt;/span&gt;is really versatile.  Some models were military, and the civilian side has been through many modifications, including sticking a Garrett TPE-331 under the cowling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S4wzEPKg4JI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/nwi_JHxru10/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S4wzEPKg4JI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/nwi_JHxru10/s320/DSC00091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443782197467209874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TPE-331 in the nose of the otter, standing above a second cub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I was working on the tailwheel, the &lt;/span&gt;mechanic working with me explained the poor ability of the bearings to seal in the tailwheel.  Considering the sandy beaches that he often lands on, the tailwheel is subject to a lot of foreign matter entering.  As we pulled the wheel off, I realzied that it was a familiar sized tire.  Most cessnas have 6x600s on the main gear, and the otter puts that wheel on the tail.  The wheel popped off with no problems, and as I began looking at the bearings, i noticed some rollers missing on one side.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is a problem...&lt;/span&gt; I thought, pulling the bearing out.  The only rollers that didnt fall out were the ones that had melted to the cage.  The other mechanic said he had never seen them THAT bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S4wzEsM6ZSI/AAAAAAAAA7g/JzaJkUen3WE/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S4wzEsM6ZSI/AAAAAAAAA7g/JzaJkUen3WE/s320/DSC00092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443782205261899042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bearings from each side of the wheel.  the one of the left is just full of sand, while the one on the right is all that remains.  The pile of black stuff in the upper left corner is where most of the rollers fell out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So not only did I get to turn wrenches again, I learned a little something about otter maintenance.  And what to expect if the plane lands on beaches frequently.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-1005406006424841866?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/1005406006424841866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=1005406006424841866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1005406006424841866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1005406006424841866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/03/airplanes.html' title='airplanes'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S4wzDrQduiI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/HE6YAor6Rk0/s72-c/DSC00080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-2004826464988221241</id><published>2010-02-22T21:12:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:14:55.551-09:00</updated><title type='text'>maps</title><content type='html'>I was given a destination.  So what do I do?  Usually, I turn to Google maps, where I can get a detailed view of the roads leading to my destination, the satellite view, and a topographical representation of the terrain.  I can even get traffic reports, webcams, and street views along the majority of the route.  It’s safe to say I have a pretty good idea of what is coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul, the first missionary, went on extensive trips detailed in Acts.  He didn’t have the advantage of Google maps to tell him when each wave would crash against his vessel’s hull.  The travel was a big part of Paul’s life, but it just gets glossed over in Acts.  In three verses, weeks of travel are covered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I try to scrutinize the map, pick the best course, and prepare myself for the trip, I wonder if I am I focusing too much on the details?  Is it just going to be a part of my life that will be covered by less than three sentences? It sure doesn’t seem like it as I set out.  But this adventure may be reduced to a brief mention in the tale of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-2004826464988221241?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/2004826464988221241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=2004826464988221241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2004826464988221241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2004826464988221241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/02/maps.html' title='maps'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-5596388977200421524</id><published>2010-02-14T21:23:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:29:03.360-09:00</updated><title type='text'>new schedule</title><content type='html'>Last week, I started working a schedule from noon to 8.  As nice as it is not to have to be there till noon, its really wreaking havoc on my schedule.  I have been eating dinner around 9, staying up past 1, sleeping in, and just kind of lazing around in the morning.  I've been fighting a migraine the past few days, and i largely blame it on the schedule change.  In addition to just being aggrivating, I know its not healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... here's what I need from you: ideas on how to make this schedule work.  I really hope this is temporary.  But if its not, I need to figure out a way to make the most of it.  Ideas, please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-5596388977200421524?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/5596388977200421524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=5596388977200421524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/5596388977200421524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/5596388977200421524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-schedule.html' title='new schedule'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-3841246989219563685</id><published>2010-02-08T23:14:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:33:34.632-09:00</updated><title type='text'>homework assignment and moms</title><content type='html'>In light of something rather disappointing that happened at work, one of my co-workers* gave me some homework.  Here's the assignment:&lt;br /&gt;1. What you want to do in 1yr, 3 yrs, 5 yrs, 10 yrs. and what you need to do to achieve those goals... build hours, etc.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make a list of at least 10 aviation networking resources related to your goals.....ANC 99's, Alaska Alaska Airmen's Association, etc.....&lt;br /&gt;3. List of 15 aviation businesses for potential jobs, maybe not your dream job, but a step in the right direction and resume building experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother** went to Montana this weekend to visit some friends that used to live in Salem.  I hope she is enjoying the Montana mountains and snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up the Glenn highway to stay with some friends up there.  Friday night, with snow falling heavier in some spots than others, I drove.  En route, The snow leopard decided it was tired of running.  So it slowed down.  And slowed down.  No matter how much gas I gave it or how fast I could rev the engine.  Around Sutton, we were down to about 10 mph, still slowing down.  I decided it was time to call my friends to be rescued.  They show up with a big truck and a tow rope.  "Have you ever been towed before?" M asked.  "Yes... once," I responded truthfully.  I didn't have time to explain that the once was less than a mile from walmart to campus in Longview, a very flat city.  So off we went.  Did I mention it was snowing?  And that part of the glenn highway, the wind blows pretty strong, resulting in not being able to see anything.  Which is really exciting when you are a tow rope's length away from the car in front of you going 50 down the hills and around the corners.  Oh, and this 15 mile joy ride is all in the dark too.  I think that serves as another notch in my BMW belt!  Needless to say, it was good to finally get to the house and get a hug from J***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (I would say morning, but I dont think I had drank an entire cup of coffee before it changed from morning to afternoon) P and I went to dig out the saturn from the snow.  It took me a couple minutes to actually find the saturn.  I probably would still be looking if P didn't know exactly where to find it.  I was standing on the snow, and was level with the roof of the car when we started.  It would have been real work if it had been anything heavier than super dry snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I guess I should get to that homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Also stars as Anchorage mother&lt;br /&gt;**this role of original birth mother is played by "mumsie"&lt;br /&gt;***a synonym for Chickaloon mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-3841246989219563685?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/3841246989219563685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=3841246989219563685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3841246989219563685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3841246989219563685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/02/homework-assignment-and-moms.html' title='homework assignment and moms'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-2856239779184676125</id><published>2010-01-25T22:43:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:59:53.155-09:00</updated><title type='text'>update for... January?</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a while.  I know.  Maybe it's cause I have been in hiding.  or just not sure enough of what to post.  Or maybe there is too much to say, and I don't know if you really want to hear about it.  So for the big news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a car.  An awesome car.  A car that, while not being built specifically for Alaska, is meant for a place like this. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S16d4tc2BDI/AAAAAAAAA6U/riLpO5SXhyk/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S16d4tc2BDI/AAAAAAAAA6U/riLpO5SXhyk/s320/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430951798254208050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Rafiki the Snow Leopard.  Raf is a 1995 Nissan Pathfinder with 92,000 miles when i got him.  He has a manual transmission and 4 wheel drive.  The kind of 4 wheel drive with locking hubcaps.  Which I know nothing about.  Anyone want to give me lessons on when to lock it, and when to drive 4x4 versus 2x4?  Its all new to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I realize that rafiki was not a snow leopard, but a baboon in the Lion King.  Lucky for me, the name doesn't come from the popular Disney movie.  The word Rafiki means friend in swahili.  I found him through a friend, after months of scouring through craigslist postings, I realized that this friend runs an auto broker business, and was able to get me wheels.  For the snow leopard, a friend pointed out that snow leopards are really rare, kind of like finding a good not worn out car here in Anchorage.  That, and he starts well in the snow and cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More big news is regarding work.  I did not get the flying job I was really hoping for, but it all worked out.  My current job offered me a promotion of sorts, increasing my pay a bit, and moving me into a full time M-F schedule.  My boss asked me to work in that position through december.  The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a good plan.  As much as I like adventure, its time for me to settle down, have some stability, and enjoy a set schedule.  Watch out Anchorage, Liz is here to stay for a while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-2856239779184676125?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/2856239779184676125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=2856239779184676125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2856239779184676125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2856239779184676125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/01/update-for-january.html' title='update for... January?'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/S16d4tc2BDI/AAAAAAAAA6U/riLpO5SXhyk/s72-c/DSC00023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-4113942425566321745</id><published>2010-01-08T22:02:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:26:04.028-09:00</updated><title type='text'>An Alaskan Christmas</title><content type='html'>Jody and Miranda came into town on the 23rd to pick me up.  I had Christmas eve and Christmas day off, so I packed my things and headed out of town for a few days.  Though I was tired and rather used to going to bed at 11 or earlier, Miranda's family does things a little differently, and thus we were up until around 1:30 in the morning.  No big deal, I slept in past 10 the next morning.  Mike needed help clearing some bush, so Miranda and I were enlisted to join in that operation.  After donning winter gear, we set out in the truck, chain saw in the back, plow hooked onto the front, ready to go.  The operation was pretty simple: Mike would cut down branches, and Miranda and I would throw them deeper into the woods so they weren't in the driveway.  Only we did all this BEFORE driving the plow down the road, so we were wading through almost knee deep snow.  Well, it probably was knee deep on Miranda, but that's because she is short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather Alaskan for trudging through that much snow, I piled back into the truck with Miranda and Mike.  On the way home, Mike planned to clear some of the lower hanging branches over the road.  But to get to them, he needed to stand on the truck bed.  (Miranda got her short genes from somewhere)  The first few times, Mike would stop the truck, get out, get standing up in the bed of the truck, fire up the chain saw, and cut down a few branches before driving on to the next one.  To shorten this process, he decided it would be better if Miranda drove, saving a few steps of the process.  To further save steps, he kept the chainsaw running.  Then he didn't really have her stop the truck, just kind of slow down when necessary.  Thus we came up with the sport of "drive-by chain saw-ing." Trust me, I wish I had pictures as much as you wish you could see them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the snow machines out to Fish Lake that afternoon.  We drove them around for a while, had a blast, and I only fell off once.  When I was going in a straight line.  Go figure.  Miranda and I cuddled up with a good movie until dinner, an excellent selection of prime rib and lamb.  While Mike and Jody were visiting with the other grown ups (two other couples) that were there, Miranda and I got impatient for Christmas, and sorted out presents according to who was going to open them.  We ended up waiting until after midnight Oregon time, so I could open presents from my family on Christmas.  I kept opening tools from my parents, (thanks mom and dad, looking forward to using them!) and Mike kept peeking over at my pile, checking out the goods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the hot tub that night before going to bed, again in the region of 1:30.  Their hot tub is really cool, cause it is heated with a wood stove.  Nothing like the smell of wood smoke while relaxing.  Oh, and we jumped out to play in the snow a couple times.  Again, feeling very Alaskan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning, we slept in, cause we had already opened presents.  Thats a pretty good tradition, if you ask me.  We went sledding after breakfast, down their sledding hill, the driveway, and any other somewhat straight stretch we could find.  Yeah, we bailed out to avoid hitting stuff frequently... We had a notion to build a snow fort, but it was a lot more work than we were willing to put forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed into town to try to catch a movie that evening.  Did you know that everyone and their mother tries to go see movies on Christmas?  It was kind of ridiculous.  We went to look at Christmas lights for a while instead, and ended up stopping at Burger King.  On Christmas.  I guess there is a first time for everything!  Oh, and I was wearing a short sleeve shirt.  It was 25, plenty warm enough for that.  Yep, feeling Alaskan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody and Miranda crashed in my living room so they could do a little after Christmas shopping before heading back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great Christmas.  It was kinda hard being away from family, but it was definitely memorable in a lot of good ways.  Next up: 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-4113942425566321745?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/4113942425566321745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=4113942425566321745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4113942425566321745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4113942425566321745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/01/alaskan-christmas.html' title='An Alaskan Christmas'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-2223944005348385212</id><published>2010-01-03T08:55:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:59:01.685-09:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 is here!</title><content type='html'>The holidays are over!  It shocked me how fast they came and went.  Of course I was working a lot, so that helped.  So for January, the plan is:&lt;br /&gt;-complete CSEL FINALLY.  That's commercial single engine land, for those of you who dont speak aviation :) &lt;br /&gt;-get a car. &lt;br /&gt;-get a flying job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its going to be busy here soon!  Can't wait till I have a little time to share my awesome Christmas in Chickaloon with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-2223944005348385212?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/2223944005348385212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=2223944005348385212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2223944005348385212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2223944005348385212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-is-here.html' title='2010 is here!'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-1304682007328856112</id><published>2009-12-22T22:16:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:25:53.126-09:00</updated><title type='text'>remove the scissors from the bathroom!</title><content type='html'>I really dont know what my inspiration was on this... maybe I noticed my hair was growing out from the last time any shaping was done, and i wanted to fix it.  Then the stuff around my face kept getting shorter... and shorter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SzHFGZ8-X9I/AAAAAAAAA5c/yxEuoth3geI/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SzHFGZ8-X9I/AAAAAAAAA5c/yxEuoth3geI/s320/DSC00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418328540539936722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...And now I have bangs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-1304682007328856112?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/1304682007328856112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=1304682007328856112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1304682007328856112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1304682007328856112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2009/12/remove-scissors-from-bathroom.html' title='remove the scissors from the bathroom!'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SzHFGZ8-X9I/AAAAAAAAA5c/yxEuoth3geI/s72-c/DSC00070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-2999202927716670787</id><published>2009-12-20T23:50:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:11:04.118-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The cello lady</title><content type='html'>Wide eyes.  Noses flattened against the glass.  Hiding behind walls, peeking out shyly.  Waving.  Singing along proudly.  All are drawn in by the melodies.  My fingers dance precisely across the strings, trying to keep focused on the music while smiling at these children entranced by the simple Christmas carols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played my cello at work this weekend.  There is something about live music that kind of soothes a busy shopping day the week before Christmas, and I really enjoyed the chance to play.  But more than playing, I enjoyed watching the kids' reactions.  Don't get me wrong, I got a lot of compliments from the adults too.  But the kids' reactions reminded me of how Christ encourages us to be like children.  To not be concerned with what is right and acceptable, but to stand in awe, to draw near, and to sing along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-2999202927716670787?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/2999202927716670787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=2999202927716670787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2999202927716670787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2999202927716670787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2009/12/cello-lady.html' title='The cello lady'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-4287489392195326362</id><published>2009-12-15T20:52:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:09:00.675-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of Africa...</title><content type='html'>I watched the movie "Out of Africa" this weekend.  Just seeing the land, the animals, the constant towering cumulus clouds... Sure, Hollywood's 198os depiction of Africa in early 1900s isn't what I experienced, but seeing the places made me miss it.  Then this morning, as I was leaving my apartment on the way to work, I stopped to talk to the guy shoveling snow.  It reminded me of greeting the gate guards every morning as I headed out of my neighborhood on the way to work in Kenya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple things in the past few days that made me really grateful I got to go to such an amazing place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-4287489392195326362?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/4287489392195326362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=4287489392195326362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4287489392195326362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/4287489392195326362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2009/12/thinking-of-africa.html' title='Thinking of Africa...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-3440650158492108648</id><published>2009-12-14T12:53:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:54:56.381-09:00</updated><title type='text'>moving forward...</title><content type='html'>I turned in pilot resume and application stuff for a job I really really really want.  Please pray with me that the Lord will provide what HE sees is best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-3440650158492108648?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/3440650158492108648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=3440650158492108648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3440650158492108648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/3440650158492108648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2009/12/moving-forward.html' title='moving forward...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-8798196721522807861</id><published>2009-12-07T15:25:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:53:11.213-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is tough, but do-able.  It helps that work is less than 10 bloc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ks away.  And that my co-workers don't mind giving me rides home.  And that one of my co workers lent me her &lt;a href="http://www.yaktrax.com/"&gt;yaktrax&lt;/a&gt;.  Much better than slipping in the middle of a busy intersection.  Co workers are also willing to take me grocery shopping, and let me tag along on some outings, and that sort of thing.  The bus isn't a terrible option for going out during the day either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...a camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is really not suffering at all.  And I do have a camera, its just the definition of point and shoot, as the LCD screen on the back is cracked and their is no viewfinder.  I could get batteries for it, but my current computer doesn't have a card reader for this specific type of memory card.  Until I get something done about it, my camera phone has been sufficing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is dark.  Well, we do still have some sunshine, but the sun rises at 10am and sets at 3:45.  Aside from wanting to sleep in till 11 on my days off, it really doesn't bother me that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/Sx2ht4FfbxI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ertXtJf1--E/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/Sx2ht4FfbxI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ertXtJf1--E/s320/DSC00073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412660136690806546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;December sunrise on the way to work at 9:45 in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/Sx2hts5VJAI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Xsz340amrIg/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/Sx2hts5VJAI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Xsz340amrIg/s320/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412660133687010306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1pm in December, looking south. Low sun and long shadows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/Sx2huXRlPkI/AAAAAAAAA44/w9DL9kziIwU/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/Sx2huXRlPkI/AAAAAAAAA44/w9DL9kziIwU/s320/DSC00061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412660145063018050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunset reflecting off the Chugach mountains in the East, around 3:30 in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is a matter of opinion.  Around 17 degrees is when it starts feeling cold for me now.  Ask me in a month or so, and 17 will probably sound tropical.  It warmed up last week above freezing, and I was ready to go to the beach.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is tough.  Yeah, I have made a few friends here, but not to the close extent that I had back in the college days.  I miss the community of everyone being so close.  When you wanted to talk to someone, you just walk to their dorm room across campus.  Its definitely been different; an adjustment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...roommates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is a new experience.  I hope I don't get too used to living alone, because I do like having people around.  But I have noticed that I talk to myself a lot more these days... maybe I should be worried about that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...aviation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is not a permanent situation.  At least I am praying that its not.  several airlines up here have right seat programs that I am looking into.  Maybe one of these doors will turn out to be the right one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-8798196721522807861?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/8798196721522807861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=8798196721522807861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8798196721522807861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/8798196721522807861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-without.html' title='Life without...'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/Sx2ht4FfbxI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ertXtJf1--E/s72-c/DSC00073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-2461920718620768414</id><published>2009-11-27T13:46:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:52:59.421-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so its been a while... Sorry about that.  Its been pretty crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest news is that my car died.  Two weeks ago the problems started.  As if there weren't any problems already!  I had it taken to the shop, but they didn't get to it till a week later.  When they did, they let it warm up in the shop for a few hours before working on it.  And magically, when it was warm, it worked fine.  Go figure.  So I got it back, and it ran a grand total of 2 days before dying again.  So now it is sitting in a parking lot, waiting for me to figure out what the heck I am going to do about it.  So please pray for wisdom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was fun.  I was supposed to go to the Ranch, but without a car, that would be a long walk in the snow.  So I stayed in town and went to a co-worker's house.  Instead of the traditional American Thanksgiving, we celebrated with a mix of Scandinavian and Danish styles.  Turkey?  Naw, its all about the goose!  The cranberry sauce was made fresh from berries that my co-workers picked this fall here in Anchorage.  Of course, I took my cello and provided some dessert melodies.  All in all, it was a grand day, even though I wish I could have been with my own family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-2461920718620768414?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/2461920718620768414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=2461920718620768414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2461920718620768414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/2461920718620768414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-1289066318847686485</id><published>2009-11-15T23:02:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:13:05.312-09:00</updated><title type='text'>a day off</title><content type='html'>Thursday I had the day off. I had plans to go places, but my car had other plans. (more on that later) So I went out for a walk, just to get out of my apartment. For those of you who don't know anchorage, it has a pretty extensive trail system running throughout the city. In the winter, some of the trails are groomed for cross-country skiers. Not that I cross country ski... but they are also good for walking. So I ventured out to the closest trail to my apt, and these are a few of the sights that I saw. Yes, these were taken with my camera phone. Let's just say getting my camera fixed is hovering somewhere not on the list of top priorities right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SwEIQO_Vo9I/AAAAAAAAA4I/1VRa2vZ8A7E/s1600/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SwEIQO_Vo9I/AAAAAAAAA4I/1VRa2vZ8A7E/s320/DSC00060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404610102815990738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;water would splash on the branch hanging over the water, freezing on as it dripped down&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SwEIPmHbuYI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Os8hRpsyUNI/s1600/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SwEIPmHbuYI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Os8hRpsyUNI/s320/DSC00059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404610091844090242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A frozen spot of Campell Creek with a foot bridge in the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SwEIPAQKkQI/AAAAAAAAA34/WE6lPgX647U/s1600/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SwEIPAQKkQI/AAAAAAAAA34/WE6lPgX647U/s320/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404610081680167170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Snow covered branches hanging over Campell Creek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SwEIOzunCPI/AAAAAAAAA3w/kaRVf4w3ESU/s1600/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SwEIOzunCPI/AAAAAAAAA3w/kaRVf4w3ESU/s320/DSC00057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404610078318201074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love the colors in this one-the hint of yellow in the weeds and a touch of red in the trees-as Campell Creek flows by half frozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-1289066318847686485?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/1289066318847686485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=1289066318847686485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1289066318847686485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/1289066318847686485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-off.html' title='a day off'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SwEIQO_Vo9I/AAAAAAAAA4I/1VRa2vZ8A7E/s72-c/DSC00060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-6263049371290252745</id><published>2009-11-09T09:13:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T09:29:52.729-09:00</updated><title type='text'>fun weekend</title><content type='html'>probably the only weekend until Christmas time that I will have an entire weekend off, I took full advantage of it.  I did a bit of cooking, and participated in my first "real" Alaskan experience. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SvhcgPctPiI/AAAAAAAAA3g/WZj_JYzErh4/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SvhcgPctPiI/AAAAAAAAA3g/WZj_JYzErh4/s320/DSC00054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402169462003416610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Potter's Marsh is about a mile south of town, where the Seward highway hits the flat lands.  It was formed when the Alaska railroad was built.  Now it provides a sanctuary of sorts for wildlife, and a great half mile slough for skaters in the winter.  There were a few holes (from gas bubbles, not thin ice!) and we figured we had 4-5 inches of ice under us.  It snowed about an inch on us the 2 hours we were out there, but when I got back to my apartment, there were hardly even flurries.  Not to worry though!  As the night went on, the snow decided to come up here, and I am looking out at 2-3 inches on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken, a guy at church, is notorious for counting down the days of darkness we have left.  He said today that we only have 6 weeks left of it!!  And it hasn't been too horrible.  Yeah sure its hard to get out of bed before the sun at 8am... and watching it get dark at around 4:30 is a little sad, but its not unbearable, and its not nearly as horrible as everyone makes it out to be.  Between winter and work, I am loving life here in Alaska! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SvheSNS3BII/AAAAAAAAA3o/BVE86b49-fc/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SvheSNS3BII/AAAAAAAAA3o/BVE86b49-fc/s320/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402171419930330242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dinner friday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-6263049371290252745?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/6263049371290252745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=6263049371290252745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6263049371290252745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/6263049371290252745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-weekend.html' title='fun weekend'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SvhcgPctPiI/AAAAAAAAA3g/WZj_JYzErh4/s72-c/DSC00054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-7495720481915988644</id><published>2009-11-03T14:34:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:41:08.944-09:00</updated><title type='text'>living confidently</title><content type='html'>A common question asked of me is something along the lines of "what are you doing after graduation?"  It's hard for me to answer the question honestly and positively, because I am struggling to get to my feet at this point.  Yes I am working, but not in a job that has anything to do with my degree.  Talking with co-workers, they ask what in the world I am doing working there.  As frustrating as it is, It isn't shaking me.  I am done questioning whether I am in the right spot or not, because God is showing me often that this is where He wants me.  How do I know?  Its not like I have the dream job or anything.  Should I be upset that I don't have an aviation job right now?  Wouldn't God provide that for me if He really meant for me to be here?  I say no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me a couple months ago that I should not see God as a sugar daddy.  Yes, he owns the cattle on a thousand hills, but He isn't in the business of delivering life on a silver platter to those who follow Him faithfully.  Instead of a silver platter, he is giving me puzzle pieces, like i mentioned a while back.  The most recent one happened 2 weeks ago when my parents were here.  I am getting little glimpses, huge blessings, that tell me I am where He wants me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad came for a week to help me get some furniture and get set up in my apartment.  They rented a truck so we could transport everything, hoping we would be able to find a few things for really really cheap on craigslist and such.  We got ready to go garage sale-ing Saturday morning.  As I sat down to look up the local garage sales (beginning of october gets to be slim pickings around these parts) I prayed that God would just provide the right stuff at decent prices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we set out, stop at a few sales that didn't have much, and weren't very good prices.  As we were driving around, mom saw a box in the median advertising a sale.  Couldn't hurt to stop and check it out, right?  So we went in to look around, and everything was priced to clear out.  The owner of the stuff, an 80+ year old woman, had just moved to Oregon to get away from the snow and ice.  Her kids are still here, and they are selling her household of stuff.  So I got: a hide-a-bed couch, a lazyboy love seat, both sides recline, 4 upholstered dining room chairs, a bookshelf, a desk, a full size bed, a hoover vacuum cleaner, and a few other odds and ends.  And all of this?  90 bucks.  I would say God provided much more than I needed, all in one day.  We spent the rest of the week taking care of other important things like getting me stocked up on food (love costco), a few other furniture things we didnt get at the sales, and wintery goods (studs will be nice when the snow comes).  It was a crazy, busy, productive, blessed week, and I am glad I got to show my parents around a little bit of Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SvDNSGRA8zI/AAAAAAAAA3A/-CVhzbUgeuU/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SvDNSGRA8zI/AAAAAAAAA3A/-CVhzbUgeuU/s320/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400041664020542258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anchorage at sunset (as seen from Pt. Woronzof)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1598023549192866490-7495720481915988644?l=vwechojuliet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/feeds/7495720481915988644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1598023549192866490&amp;postID=7495720481915988644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7495720481915988644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1598023549192866490/posts/default/7495720481915988644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vwechojuliet.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-confidently.html' title='living confidently'/><author><name>Echojuliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176325221080989545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SakNq0zzOBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hAS-WZK0lV8/S220/P2090373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQswXBkduSM/SvDNSGRA8zI/AAAAAAAAA3A/-CVhzbUgeuU/s72-c/DSC00049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598023549192866490.post-377139323326019100</id><published>2009-10-31T09:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:51:21.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy past couple of weeks</title><content type='html'>Last week, mom and dad were here.  This week, I started training at my new job.  Its nothing glamorous or career building, but it is work, which is better than my previous state of employment.  I am working at a store that sells gourmet cookware.  I am REALLY looking forward to employee benefits!  I am going to have to get another job just to support my employee discount.  There are some options on the horizon coming up pretty quick about flying jobs.  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