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Name: Lindsey
Birthday: 7/28/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: Aviation- low wing, high wing, rotorblades... if it can exert thrust and produce lift, I'm satisfied. I am partial to Piper Cherokees, though. Also storm chasing, photography, Tom Cruise, The Three Stooges, my kittens Piper and Bit-Bit, Christianity, fishing, seafood, root beer, the Beach Boys, country music, CHARLESTON South Carolina and the ocean. I love Ford Mustangs and vow to own one someday.
Expertise: Flyin' airplanes and fueling airplanes! From a Cessna 150 to a Boeing 727, I've done 'em all! I'm a Single-Point Pimpette!
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  RageROCKERlinZ
Member Since:
1/7/2004
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| Quick update:
First off....
http://www.myspace.com/xxcarolinagirlxx
Click it. Go there. Do it. You know you wanna. I spent hours creating that, so just go there, look at the pretty blue unusual attitude background and listen to Danger Zone once through, tell me it's a damn swell page and click out. Humor me. It took me for-freaking-ever, and I am ashamed of that.
I have my checkride on Friday, and after that, I'M GOING BACK TO CHARLESTON FOR TWO WEEKS!!!! We're takin off after I get back from my flight to Burlington! I'm goin back. Finally.
Fair skies and following winds, always!
Linds
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| Well I haven't written here forever... been really busy workin' and flyin. As always. I stayed here at Ryan's last night with my girls Piper and Bit Bit. He left for work a few hours ago... I watched a documentary called "Fat Camp," while eating a greasy sausage/gravy breakfast thing. I guess I'm doing okay with the Steve Irwin deal. It absolutely destroyed me when I first heard about it. It's like for two days, I moped around work, not really talking to anybody much. The mechanics kept saying I was "too quiet," and the guys asked if anything was wrong. I was in the bathroom doing my makeup, and I heard an ad on the television, saying something along the lines of, "We're gonna miss you, Mate. We'll take it from here," and I just started bawling. I cried off all the makeup I had put on. I kept saying, "It wasn't fair, it just wasn't fair." I think after that initial breakdown I came to terms with everything. My heart is still broken, as are millions around the world. I finally got my checkride scheduled... October 6th at 1:30pm... the DAY I'm supposed to leave on vacation to Charleston. I told Ryan about it, and LaDona if you read this, we'll have to leave a little later in the day than first expected! I wanted to get my checkride in before vacation, and Friday was the only day Tommy could get me in. Oh, yeah... Checkride = Flying with an FAA examiner to finally earn my license. So I'll be official on the 6th. And if you're super nice I'll take you flying. Hehe. Ryan and I are also buying a plane here soon. FINANCING a plane, rather. A C-172... the flight school in Ottumwa has several for sale, and they aren't priced too badly. They have the bare minimum for avionics, but most of it is King (I asked if any had GPS, sadly, no... we'll get it installed). Ryan got some paperwork on all of the planes, with information such as how much time left till next engine overhaul, how much time is on the airframe, and if any had been involved in an incident (no of course). He'll be mainaining our plane, and performing the annuals on it. Me? Well.... I'm gunna fly it.  When we register the aircraft, we're getting the tail changed to 'something Lima Victor,' LV..... my initials. I'll be flying a plane with my initials on it. How cool is that?
Anyway, better go feed the kitties. Blue skies, Lindsey | | |
| "When a great person who makes us more aware of the grandeurs of life on this planet dies, all on earth lose a little." I cried when I read the news this morning, that beloved Steve Irwin had been killed by the very thing he dedicated his life to protect. I always looked up to him, he was my childhood hero when I was an aspiring herpatologist. My heart is heavy, and it doesn't seem that the world will be the same without him. I extend my sincerest sympathy to his wife and little ones. Steve's zest for life and love for animals was a breath of fresh air. I was always left with a smile on my face and happiness in my heart when I watched his program... he never seemed to lose his boyish charm and energy. God bless Terri, Bob and Bindi Irwin, and the rest of his family and friends. 
RIP Steve Irwin 1962-2006 | | |
| - I'll Know When I Get ThereWell I'm moving out of my apartment. Gotta be out by Sunday night... i.e. tomorrow night. Moving back to my parents for awhile to save money to make the move to Charleston. The whole apartment is gutted... my two favorite mechanics ever, Ryan and Derek, came to help me haul the heavy stuff out. Ryan stayed the rest of the day and came back early the next morning to help me pack. We got all of my stuff out to his trailer (which is sitting in his garage in Belle Plaine right now).
I can't even decide what to think. It all happened so fast. My whole world is changing, being turned upside down. I'm scared, lonely, sad, excited, confused... all at once. It's like I dont even know where I belong anymore. That apartment, 2931 6th St SW, was my home. Now it's just this big empty space that I happen to have the key to. I'll be living at my parent's house again, but I'll be in the basement, I won't have an actual bedroom or anywhere to put my clothes. I don't really feel welcome. I mean, it's just all bad, all around. And my girls... my little babies... Piper and Bit Bit don't have a clue what to think. Their world changed suddenly, too. I'm moving them out to Belle Plaine tomorrow after work. I was gunna do it tonight, and Ryan thought it'd be a better idea to do it tonight, but me being the protective, possessive mommy I am, I can't let my girls go if I have the chance to be with them for one more night.
Last night, I layed a blanket down on the floor, and grabbed a couple more to keep myself warm... a pillow also. I layed there on my makeshift bed in my apartment, sharing the floor with boxes and garbage bags. I turned on my Keith Anderson CD to kill the silence, and a song came on, a beautiful song... called "I'll Know When I Get There."
"From town to town, and job to job,
Livin' in cars and parkin lots.
A good hot meal and a place to sleep,
Are things you miss when you're chasin' dreams."
It never held so true as it did right then. Shaking, cold, alone on a floor in a place I used to call home.
"...it feels like I've lost everything.
I just gotta believe it's down that road somewhere,
And I'll know when I get there."
In my persuit of my big dreams, I have come to expect giving up luxuries for less.
"I don't know if it's worth it.
And I don't know if I'm good enough.
All I know is I'm givin' it all I've got.
And I'll know when I get there."
When it was over and my tears were dried, I let a song sing me to sleep. Not that song, not any song that might have been playing at that time. It was a song inside of my head, inside of my soul, the song I've tried so many times to write. It kept me warm... and for once in these past few weeks......
...it made me smile.
Lindsey
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| There are rounds of BBs flying by my head in back of me. My brothers got this AK-47 BB gun and they're having fun with it. I've aleady been shot twice, and a few BBs have riquoched (Carol, help me with that spelling I'm really struggling lol) off the computer and hit my glasses. The bottom line is, I dont feel safe.
Soooo... I woke up at 5:30am to a loud thunderstorm, and I layed in bed and laughed because I wasn't at work in the pouring rain. I got up and watched the news, and heard about the whole terrorist threat on air traffic enroute to the States from London. Kind of shocking, I guess they used vodka?
....semiautomatic BBs are flying past me again....
Anyway. Now people can't bring shampoo and stuff on the airlines anymore. Im gunna use this as an advertisement for my future charter business-
FLY WITH ME BECAUSE I ALLOW LIQUIDS ONBOARD MY CHALLENGER 600!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yep. Fly with me, fly with the best. Carolina Jet Center Charter Services.
~Lindsey Vulich
Chief Pilot, General Manager
Carolina Jet Center
Charleston, SC
In my family, there was God, then there was music. It was my first love, and I turned my back on it for so long, with aviation and work and all that high-speed, low-drag stuff. I'm going back, and it's so perfectly theraputic.
I'm takin off to Belle Plaine Town tonight too visit Ryan with Amber and the kitties. My second-favorite mechanic in the whole world, Derek Johnson, called me when he and Ryan left work today, and it turns out that 826AC, Aegon's Citation 5 that's based at Landmark, suffered a lightning strike somewhere between here and Chicago O'Hare. I dont even know the details as how they got it back here to Iowa or whatever, but hey. The pilots are okay if anyone was wondering. 
Gunna cut out of here, and hold up the white flag in the process. I'm being shot at. | | |
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