You may return to normal (as tolerated)

First off, a little bit of family business. A visit from sis and her roomate, Amy, unveils Dad's master plan to sell the house, move into a condo (Brad stays in the West Clermont School District), and continue to grow his business, which touches off a mass campaign of throwing out stuff and cleaning the house. It doesn't matter, I'm moving out in exactly 1 month. Dad just turned 40. Besides the steak dinner, I'm taking him to a Red's game tomrrow to celebrate (it's no longer a secret). This Saturday I should be going to the Dayton Air Show with Mom, and Sis's birthday is August fifth (note to self: need money for all three).

Secondly, Purdue continues it's relentless paper assault. I have a mountain of forms to sort out, fill out, and send out. I got my roomate assignment for McCutcheon hall (Jason Goukang Lee, an undecided major from Illinois) as well as my class schedule. The Purdue Club of Cincinnati is holding a Freshman Picnic on the 29th, where I will (hopefully) meet some new people at Purdue. Cool people. Like Danius.

Thirdish, I beat Medal of Honor (super flying German Shepards even on Easy)and got my last AP score back: 3 on AP Statistics (threes on all three this year) which should put me as an AP Scholar with Honors. Why I feel so disappointed about them, I have no idea.

Fourth, JJ and Jason kidnapped me a few days back, and we went bowling. I'm still sore....probably because I bowled 16 full games in three hours. I did manage to snag a turkey and beat my old record (133) with a new best of 147. JJ, it turns out, will not go the the Naval Academy, instead being, as he put it, "God's sleeper cell" as a missionary. Just like my favorite Mormon, who will be leaving on his Mission Call soon after I leave for Purdue. It's the complete opposite of last summer, where I worked all the time, and those two didn't.

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But wait a second- bowling? After back surgery? This brings us to item five. Monday's doctor appointment (which wins the "fastest appointment" award at a stunningly fast 2.6 hours) ends with Dr. Crawford telling me I can do anything I feel comfortable with, as tolerated. Emphasis on "as tolerated." You know you've been doing this stuff too long when the X-ray tech says "you're making my job way too easy" and you know which way to stand, and you even remember to wear athletic shorts so the metal buttons don't show up on the X-rays and scare the doctor. I forgot to ask for my "I'm not trying to sneak a bomb on this airplane, I just have a metal spine" card for metal detectors. Instead, I remembered to get copies of my X-rays. My next appointment is on my "anniversary" in January, when I can start donating blood again.

So I'm going flying asap, right? Not quite. I'm absolutely broke (I don't even have gas money for next week), and just because I can return to flying doesn't mean I'm ready. I still wince and grit my teeth every time we drive over a decent sized pothole. Airplanes have turbulence, g-forces, stresses, banking, and *shudder* the landings. I haven't flown in half a year and I don't remember half of the stuff I need. Additionally, my old instructor left. I think I'm just going to go over to Sporty's and have a talk with the head instructor (Don) and see what he thinks. I guess I'm off flight duty until further notice. *sigh*

Lastly, two movies on the immediate horizon. I, Robot is one that I have to see if only to see how badly they've ruined my favorite book. Expect a lengthy post about how much I hated it. The other movie, The Village (by M. Night Shyamalan) is something Casey suggested going to see as a group (anybody?) possibly at the drive in.