John Burkholder

It seems my truck does not like humidity, fog, and rain. I am still here in the office because, I can't leave. For some reason knowing only to the God Fordian, when it is humid at all, my truck will not start. As soon as the humidity drops below the acceptable level, it turns right over. This is not the only issue Fordian has thrown at me... I also do not have brake lights. This makes driving much more interesting as I really do not want people slamming into the back of my pick-up and adding yet another dent or scratch to the pristine 1994 military-painted white exterior. So of course, I am a thinking man and thought out how exactly to make people think that it really is a stick shift vehicle and I am simply downshifting to slow to a stop. How clever am I? I even bring my arm down from the back of the seat to LOOK like I am reaching for the stick. Seriously, I really think of this stuff. I brake in the typical downshift slow quickly but ease up on the roll matter. I fully realize I

I am broken...but in the process of being fixed. I didn't realize how broken I was until it was to the point that my Queen pointed it out directly. For most of my life I have been fairly unemotional. This was basically my technique of toughening up. Shut off all emotion...all... happiness, sadness, everything. Why? I think it may go all the way back to my birth. I am adopted. Given up by my birthmother. How does this affect my disposition? Well, it is the belief of many that adoptees become one of two type of people: Overachievers and Underachievers. I fall into the overachiever category. Basically they either have something to prove or give up on life. That was strike one. I was adopted by a loving family. At 6 years old, my father committed suicide in the car in the garage. At 12 years old my older brother removed himself from existence by means of shotgun. Upon graduating high school, instead of going to college I joined the Air Force for 4 years. I had scholarships for music bu

I realize it is winter and I normally will blog until my fingers bleed, but I have been busy working and flying and sleeping and flying and working... Needless to say I have racked up the frequent flyer miles. Hmm...I just said it. Too late! Doh. Let's start with the bad news. I am not going to be a Grandpa any time soon. Squirrel girl is not right since it happened. I wish I could help her. I am would love to convince her to go back to school with Shae but I think I would have a better chance of getting the two of them to skydive in a cactus-filled desert. I am trying to get into the holiday spirit. I am actually doing better than most years. We took Ave to the Breakfast with Santa thing and walked for cookies. That was actually a very good time and it started snowing while we were out there. It really doesn't get much better than that. We walked from store to store with our heads facing the sky and our tongues out catching snowflakes in our noses. Money is a bit tight this ye