Photos taken 10/7/2015.

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The following photos were taken by my sister at the Balloon Fiesta in 2013. (Before I had a camera.)

In case you were wondering, Creamland is a brand of milk from New Mexico.

Check Out My Udders (In case you were wondering, Creamland is a local brand of milk.)

Creamland does sound a little... pornographic.

But Creamland does sound a little… pornographic. ­čÖé

My Name Is Airabelle (Seriously)

My Name Is Airabelle (But You Can Call Me Minx)

The View From My Front Yard #4

I suppose you can tell from the number of balloon photos taken from my front yard that I don’t get out much. I didn’t attend the Balloon Fiesta, but I did take photos from different locations (other than my front yard). Please stay tuned. ­čÖé

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“For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.”┬áLeonardo da Vinci

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“Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.”┬áVictor Hugo

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“Same with anyone who’s been flying for years and loves it still… we’re part of a world we deeply love. Just as musicians feel about scores and melodies, dancers about the steps and flow of music, so we’re one with the principle of flight, the magic of being aloft in the wind!”┬áRichard Bach


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“What other people may find in poetry or art museums, I find in the flight of a good drive.”┬áArnold Palmer

(Photos taken 10/6/2015.)

If your beliefs ignore reality, then you may have a problem

As I’ve mentioned before, whenever someone likes one of my comments or posts, I pay them a visit┬áin return. Many months ago, I had one visitor who liked 75 different posts on my blog, all within the span of three minutes. (Maybe drugs were involved.) Unfortunately, I couldn’t find anything on his blog┬áthat I could acknowledge in return.

Sometimes, those who are addicted to “likes” are just bloggers who speak another language (probably looking for attention from a few Americans). ┬áAnd sometimes it’s people like this:

You know those likers, the ones who disagree with just about everything you have to say. I don’t barge onto other blogs just to force my opinion (and hypocritical “likes”) on them, but the anti-gay and religious folks don’t show me the same courtesy. (Religion can delude you into thinking that you’re always right and it’s your duty to force these beliefs on others.)

My┬álatest anti-gay liker wants me to┬áread about how childhood trauma can turn people gay. Oh, I have no doubt that some people pretend to be gay — for instance, heterosexual women tired of in-your-face sexual attention from men (although that can backfire and create more unwanted attention). I also have no doubt that victims of rape may choose and prefer to love someone of the same sex for safety (and sanity) reasons. And when you’re young, many people experiment. (Heck, I’m sure old people experiment, too.)

But most gay people don’t have a choice — just like most heterosexuals. So, for the latest religious nut who barged onto my blog (my internet home), pretending to be all about love (with a heart for an avatar, no less), I have a suggestion:

As an obviously staunch heterosexual, why don’t you try “choosing” to be gay for a month? (This is called a scientific experiment.) ┬áLet me know how that goes.

When you use stories and myths of ancient times to explain your beliefs, you are ignoring reality (and the fact that it’s 2015). And you may have a problem. Basing your personal and medical decisions on what you think an old man in the sky believes doesn’t provide for┬áthe best of┬áresults. But it’s your life, your choice.

However, your religious (and delusional) beliefs are your problem, not mine, so leave me out of it. Stop wasting my time. I try so hard to be a nice person (in spite of the chronic pain), and you’re making that impossible for me to do.