am i ever going to catch up?

my theory in life is that i am never going to catch up. it seems that whenever i think i have figured out and done everything that is required something else always pops up. from car insurance, to health insurance, to financial aid, to rent, to utility bills, to blah blah blah...it just keeps adding up and never ends. i just wish i had a week that i didn't have to figure out something in my life that wasn't essential to living it. that's one of the problems with this world...it's become too complicated. too many things you have to have to live and not be in trouble. it's pretty dumb if you ask me!

the first solo

yes, i am officially a pilot now...at least in my mind:) i went on my first solo this last weekend. went up in the plane with my instructor for a few touch and go's and then we dropped him off at the hangar and i took the plane out all by myself. not gonna lie...i was a little nervous as i went up. i remember when i called tower to clear myself for takeoff i used the wrong runway call. oops! anyways, i got myself lined up and took off down the runway and into the air. i remember as i crossed the threshold i said ouloud to myself, "well, too late now" and i knew it was up to me to get myself down now. i made the initial climb and turn out towards utah lake and then leveled out at 5500' as i turned my downwind. i made sure i knew what i was going to say to tower this time as i made my midfield radio call. all was going pretty smoothly. as i was "beam the numbers" i pulled the power back and put in the flaps to begin my descent. this is when it all counts. on my touch and go's with my instructor i came in high every time. i was bound and determined no to make the same mistake again. i was landing in the oppisite direction as i had with my instructor so i was flying into a headwind instead of a tailwind to land, which helped dramatically. my airspeed dropped just right and my altitude was slowly slipping. i was a couple thousand feet from the runway and i added just a little bit of power to get me across the threshold. i crossed maybe 70 feet in the air and pulled all the power. i floated down, pitched back to bleed off some airspeed and slow me down, pitched back some more, kept pulling and pulling, and...bump bump...a nice soft touchdown. i was on the ground and alive! i popped the flaps back up and put in full power and tookoff to try again. twice more i did the same thing, except the last landing was a little harder than i had hoped:) but never the less and not withstanding i had done it. flown all by myself. a pilot i am and will be forever!

car dealerships suck

so, being one of the first trials of my newlywed life, our car brokedown two weeks ago. one of the few things that actually right in this experience was that hollie still had her triple AAA membership. it expired 4 days after that. so we called up triple AAA to come tow our car for us. that was free. off to a good start huh? well, when the car made its way to the dealership we find out they won't be able to look at it til next tuesday, and it was only wednesday. so...whatever, we have to wait. as crap would have it we are supposed to go to my grandpa's funeral in SL that day. thank heavens for parents-in-law. luckily hollie's mom came and picked us up and they let us use their ancient isuzu trooper. it's quite the piece of work but at least we have a car to use. we make it to the funeral and use the trooper the rest of the week. we hoped the car would be fixed early but tuesday afternoon they called up and asked if they could make the repair. first i asked how much it was going to cost me. take a stab...$900!!! For a freaking fuel injector. But it had to be done and we went and picked it up the next day...a week later...and $900 less in my bank account. Freaking fixing my broken car sucks!

things that suck and don't suck

pretty self explanatory...just post me a comment on things that you think suck and don't suck and i'll see if i deem them worthy of being added to my list...

the infamous intro...

so, here we are...the beginning of a blog. i was born in the year of 1985 to parents. they dutifully named me taylor. i did most of my growing up years in South Jordan, Utah, frankly referred to as So Jo. many fond memories were made there...with many friends whom have come and gone. eventually i went on an LDS mission to the greatest state on the east coast, maryland. learned a thing or two and came back home. went to school at byu where i met hollie, my darling wife. been married a whopping three months now...and we still like each other. just recently transferred down to utah valley soon to be university. decided i like it a bit more down there, especially since i fly now. yep, an actual pilot i am, or hope to be someday. take to the skies every couple days now where i can just let go and relax. it's a beautiful thing when you actually like what you do (or will do) for a living. more or less that's my life for now. i'll keep posting and we'll see what comes up...