Husky rides

Last Saturday, Brian and I took our friends out for a Airplane ride, Rachel posted this on her blog... I love the way she describes her plane ride.

Thanks so much Brian and Jen for such a super-cali-fragilistic-expee-alladocious (that is for you mom) afternoon flying. I told Brian that I felt like he was my horse Roxy, who after being led up and down the same road 14 times in one day, finally got sick of it and bucked Tori off into the barbed wire fence. Brian took 5 trips up into the great blue and back down again for us. He is such a good sport to indulge us all afternoon.

I told Brian I wanted a good ride. He offered to take Kendal and I up and "go easy." I told him no way, Kendal was having a much better time on the big wheel and that I wanted an exciting ride.

I really did do great throughout most of the journey. Brian is some maniac pilot and truly did give me a super flight. We skimmed valley floors, barely topped a few ridges, touched down in an alfalfa field, banked some good hillsides, soared over the reservoir, scared some poor deer and ATVers right out of their wits, not to mention the folks on the Heber Valley Railroad end car! I seriously was thinking about that scene in Harry Potter where Ron and Harry steal the flying car and are trying to catch up to the Hogwarts Express. Brian flew over the reservoir and headed to the train tracks and we followed them for a few seconds until we turned around the bend and there was the train!! I felt very Potterish! Good thing Brian knows what he is doing! Is was about at this time that I started to feel the effect of the "zero gravity roller coaster maneuver" Brian had just pulled off a few minutes before.
When my fanny came off the seat, and I started to tell Brian that I felt like an astronaut, I looked around me and saw rags, a shirt, books, binders, water bottles, etc floating around me. They all came down in my lap a few seconds later, except for the Gatorade bottle that hit Brian in the noggin. All of this stuff came from behind my seat during the zero gravity maneuver. It was VERY cool, but a few minutes later my head was hurting, sweat was running down my back and stomach, and I started to feel it happening. Here came my lunch. I told Brian I was going to throw up and then I opened the window just in the nick of time. How good is that? I have an amazing way of showing my appreciation. The entire flight I was wishing I could turn off the little microphone by my mouth so Brian would not hear my "eeks", "eewhs", "holy craps", and "sh"es. By the way, those "sh" sounds were the beginning of "shikes", not what you are really thinking! Promise. I hope I took off the microphone when I threw up, sorry if I didn't Brian!