On Saturday, the kids and I met Erik at the airport down the street from our house. He's about 90% done with his pilot's license and he spent Saturday flying all over the place trying to complete some of his final hours. I'm proud of Erik. This is something he has wanted to add to his list of hobbies for a very long time.
Whenever people ask what our hobbies are, Erik has never had a problem rattling off a list of things that he is interested in. Erik even has a place on his resume for his hobbies (and I quote, "Student pilot; Surfing; Scuba Diving; Kiteboarding; Snowboarding; Photography; Salt Water Reef Aquariums; Currently restoring 1941 Oldsmobile.") If I listed my hobbies on my resume, it would say, "Planning Vacations I will Never take, Being Sarcastic, Changing Diapers and Playing Scrabble on my iPod." Not exactly interesting dinner conversation.
I'm not sure if I was just born boring or if it happened when I started having kids. Either way, it's been on my mind a lot lately. I need something interesting. Erik says I should write a book about teenagers and vampires, except that, unfortunately, this idea has already been taken by a Mormon housewife. Maybe teenagers and wizards? Snap! That one has already been done too.
Something else on my mind is how to celebrate the completion of Erik's pilots license next month. Besides the obvious (acquire more life insurance), I'm thinking of throwing a party. I'll keep you posted.