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Lexington: Revisited

Greetings from the middle of Kentucky! Yes, Nerdy April does get around...they may not be the most glamorous places (Kentucky, Tennessee, Texas, Arizona)...but I truly love learning all of this exciting stuff and hanging out with "the guys."

While I would love to share the happenings at the airfield today with you, I will refrain citing Dana Carvey's "Not going to do it...wouldn't be prudent." Rest assured, I was totally and completely entertained the entire day by today's goings on!

So, instead of embarrassing some of our pilots (some of whom read this here very blog ;-)), I will go ahead and do the next best thing: embarrass myself!

The truth is: I absolutely love my job. It might be because I get to play with the Pimped-Out-Blackhawk (POB), or because I once was the "Voice of the MTT", or maybe even because for a few hours I was Chinook Simulator Pilot A. Zuber. But, just when you think you might actually be figuring things out...BAM!...you screw up, or in my case forget to push the button. Oh, don't worry, its only a little button on an insignificant headset in the little telemetry trailer that talks to THE POB!!!! No big. And really, in the grand scheme of things, it wasn't...but to me, it was a "DUH" moment. Luckily the pilots didn't hear my flub (obviously...since I wasn't transmitting to them...remember? forgot to push the button?!?!)...they probably just thought I was asleep in the NTT (not to be confused with MTT)...the nap-time-trailer. [Disclaimer: the NTT is purely fictional and only resides in my head at times when a nap sounds amazing...your tax dollars are safe America!]

So what is the bottom line of this drawn out pity party for my brain fart today? Well, there isn't really one...except maybe to never get too comfortable, certainly never get complacent, and remember to take Brain Bean-O to relieve those pesky brain farts.

That's all I got. Nerdy April Out.

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  1. Dang, I wish we had seen this web site before we hired you! Bazinga!

    Dirty April, the Boys are so lucky/happy to have you talking to us in the POB!

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