adrenaline junkies....

my parents are adrenaline junkies. first smuggling bibles into china and now this???

is it a sad day when you're parents have more 'guts' than their children? it was a sad day for me then. cuz they do. really now, would i risk my life to fly in the backseat of a little thing they call a 'flying parachute'?? with nothing but a seat belt between me and the clear blue sky?? um. no. i mean, we all know how i HATE to fly but come on, at least when i fly i have a flight attendant to grab me a drink.
nope, none of that here. just open air.

on monday night, my folks had a chance to fly in this 'flying thingy' with a dear man from church. mr. ron sysco was kind enough to show them a real adventure. adventure....ah, ya...i guess that what you would call something that comes with a BIG FAT EXPERIMENTAL SIGN ON THE FRONT!!! zoom in on the pic, you can see how dangerous it really was. (NOT, FAA approved. i'm just saying.....)
but...it was a gorgeous night. from what they tell me, it was spectacular up there. i always say, i want to be just like them when i grow up but just let it be said here. I WILL NEVER GET UP THERE. they're honest people. i trust that it was pretty.

they were safe. i had complete confidence in ron. him and dad did hit a ditch on the way down and did a tad bit of damage to the 'plane'. a hard landing but they landed saftley,just the same.

that being said, i was proud.