Hello from 33,000 somewhere over Nevada. I am on my way to Joplin, MO to do some work at one of our radio stations. I happen to have the worse seat on the plane. I am in the last row, middle seat and there is a jet engine outside my window. The engine is quite literally blocking my view.

Enough about the flight, let’s talk about Emily and Ethan. I’ve been away from them only a few hours and already I miss them. Just a few days ago Emily started saying “Hi Daddy” whenever I walk in the room and that just cracks my heart wide open. She has also learned a few new words like “ho ho ho” and “please” and a few others.

Ethan continues to grow like a weed. If I didn’t know better I’d think he had some turkey at Thanksgiving, the kid is putting on some pounds. These kids are so amazing!!!! I am such a huge sap now. Such a sap that I setup a web camera on the kitchen table so I can see the family while in Joplin.

Ok so back to my flight because I am not ready to end this blog entry. So being in a middle seat and being broad shouldered don’t mix. I sometimes remind myself that flying was MUCH worse when I was 90lbs heavier. I’m with good company though. The guy next to me is US Army on his way back to Iraq. He’s been in the military for 23 years and fought in the first gulf war. Obviously the US Government spares no expense since he too got the shaft when it came to seat choice. That’s all for now.