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• Where Eagles Dare sale
  by frogster

  I want to thank the nice person that thought well enough of my image to buy a card of it. It means alot to me that someone likes my work…

  I want to thank the nice person that thought well enough of my image to buy a card of it. It means alot to me that someone likes my work that much to buy an image of it. I reamber back to another art site where your art had to be approved before they would put in online in their site. Then I had a fellow artist came in and commented that my artwork stunk and no one would even want to look at it….... the only thing I can say to this person is go into my web-site www.thegraphicfrog.com into the “award” section and then tell me that. I think what i’m trying to say is that alot of us artist just want to thank each and everyone of you who comment and buy our work, and thank you fellow RBers that have made me feel that my art dosn’t stink.

• The Aeronautics & Aviation Group is Looking for Some Top Guns
  by Lisa Weber

  Whether you just admire aircrafts this group has a little bit for everyone to enjoy young and old. From NASA, wartime aircrafts, sky ship…

  Whether you just admire aircrafts this group has a little bit for everyone to enjoy young and old. From NASA, wartime aircrafts, sky ships, hot air balloons, and even some fantasy aircrafts! Join us at the Aeronautics & Aviation Group and share your stories, artwork and photographs with us and let the skies be youre gateway to flying high. Aeronautics & Aviation Group

• But wait, there's more!
  by Gregoryno6

  This is a long-time favourite. / Model Airplane Disasters

  This is a long-time favourite. / Model Airplane Disasters

• God Bless America
  by Marie Sharp

  Dedicated to all veterans and current men and women defending our country. / !http://images-1.redbubble.net/img/art/mattecolor:black/produ…

  Dedicated to all veterans and current men and women defending our country. /

• -White Rabbit -
  by catblack

  this is my absolute , utter and total favourite song. A source of inspiration and solitude when life is tough and overwhelming… i jus…

  this is my absolute , utter and total favourite song. A source of inspiration and solitude when life is tough and overwhelming… i just love it so much that words simply can’t express my thoughts. / of course these lyrics mean nothing without the beat, rhythm and the vocals but i couldn’t stop myself from transcribing these lyrics as my first entry. / “jefferson airplane” for anyone who wants to share my experience. One pill makes you larger / And one pill makes you small / And the ones that mother gives you / Don’t do anything at all / Go ask Alice / When she’s ten feet tall And if you go chasing rabbits / And you know you’re going to fall / Tell ‘em a hookah smoking caterpillar / Has given you the call / Recall Alice / When she was just small When men on the chessboard / Get up and tell you where to go / And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom / And your mind is moving low / Go ask Alice / I think she’ll know When logic and proportion / Have fallen sloppy dead / And the White Knight is talking backwards / And the Red Queen’s “off with her head!” / Remember what the door knob said: / “FEED YOUR HEAD” sigh… i love it / zed

• Air show pictures
  by Ginny Schmidt

  Since I have posted several pictures that were taken at the air show / at Albert Whitted airport in downtown St. Petersburg, Florida, in …

  Since I have posted several pictures that were taken at the air show / at Albert Whitted airport in downtown St. Petersburg, Florida, in / October 2006, I decided to try to group them here for easy access. / Never tried this before; if it works, I’ll put up some more picture / groups as journal entries. Eventually I will manage to make the cute / little buttons up top to link to my different categories, but right now, / I’m doing baby steps.

• Afraid to Fly
  by LaLaLaura

  On my eighteenth birthday I decided I was going to permanently place a dove onto my right shoulder. I wanted this to serve as a reminder …

  On my eighteenth birthday I decided I was going to permanently place a dove onto my right shoulder. I wanted this to serve as a reminder of not only the inner peace that I strive for, but also (as corny as it sounds) my ability to fly. I felt tied down by those around me. I was ready to make my own mistakes and learn from them. I have since grown in various ways. I expanded my horizon and grew less afraid of the world. I started to go out more; I met new people and attended parties. I did what I thought was necessary in order to spread my wings. However, when it comes down to its literal meaning, I am terrified to fly. The very thought of taking off in an airplane that rises millions of miles off the ground makes me panic. It could crash at anytime. Even if it didn’t, there is still that uncomfortable turbulence that makes me feel ill. Once the plane lifts off of the sweet earth, I am stuck for hours; unable to escape what seems to be my very own personal hell. That is unless I become completely mad and decide to jump off of the plane. I suppose I could distract myself by making puppets out of those paper bags that are religiously placed in every seat before each flight. On the other hand, even if this were to work it would be just my luck to be placed in between two oversized, drooling and talkative people. The point is this: flying is not my thing. Unfortunately, I am going to have to get over this factor and board an airplane in less than two weeks. My pop-pop just recently passed away and I swore to myself that I would visit my grandmother in New Mexico during the summer. I used to love flying when I was a child but as I grew, new fears did as well and eventually took control. Lately I’ve been angry with myself. I wish that I had forced myself to get on this plane earlier. I wish that I had been out to see him more often, but I can’t change this. These fears have kept me in one place, making it almost impossible to get to where I need to be. It occurs to me that perhaps my fear of flying may represent a pretty crazy metaphorical concept. While I have grown tremendously by living away from home, I’ve discovered a feeling of stagnation as well. Going to parties is a great way to have fun and meet people, but after a few weeks of this it’s pretty redundant. At least where I’m from, it usually goes like this: You put on your make-up; you fix your hair, and you get dressed so that you feel good about yourself. Then you enter the party (or gathering, or get together or random group of people) and it goes like this: You begin to drink, you socialize with your group of friends, you continue to drink, you socialize with the guy you thought was kind of odd at the beginning of the night, you take some shots, you table dance, you stop remembering. You suddenly wake up and become a little bit angry. Why are you here? Did someone kidnap you? You start to look for your clothes. Then it starts to come back to you and you feel a little bit ashamed. You finally make it back to your room and right before you start the water for your shower you look in the mirror. Your hair is a mess, your make-up is all over your face, and you aren’t even in the clothes you originally had on because you couldn’t find them. You don’t feel good about yourself right now. You start to wonder why you even got dressed in the first place. This, however, is not the attitude to have. As hard as it may be (and trust me I know) you must learn that mistakes, as awful as they may be, will happen. You must learn from these mistakes and continue to get dressed in a way that makes you feel good about yourself. After making such mistakes, a person may stop him or herself from doing something in order to prevent another “crash”. Many people are so afraid to make a mistake, or in my case die on a plane, that they end up in one place unable to move about. I am hoping that eventually I will be able to not only take chances, but also learn from wrong choices. I wish to learn enough to enhance my mind while still remaining a tiny bit ignorant. I want to continue to have choices to make, rules to break, and mistakes to learn from. I am not looking forward to this flight but I find a great amount of comfort knowing that, as I am drugged up on Xanax a billion million miles up high I am one step close to being where I need to be…wherever that is.