The Dog Ate My Homework!!!! Really!

I started logging onto the net to blog for the 13th at 11:15 PM. It was after midnight before I got a connection that would work. Then my ds wanted to talk. And that, my dear friends, is why I am just now getting started on yesterday's blog. As much as I'd like for it to count as yesterday's (since I haven't been to bed yet), I know it's as impossible as turning back the clock. Or making Spot cough up algebra.

I was looking forward to blogging today (Today=my current word for the 13th of January, 2008; to change upon a minimum of two hours' sleep.) Back in 1928, January 13th was the first time Nellie Zabel Willhite flew solo. In an age when it was doubted that women could safely drive a car, she left a job as a typist in Pierre, South Dakota, at the age of 35, to take flying lessons. Not only was she the first woman in South Dakota to get a pilot's license, she took up barnstorming before becoming a commercial pilot.

So for any woman stuck in a typing pool--or are they "data entry" positions now?--who wonders whether or not she should chuck it and go after her dreams, read up on Nellie. Her gender wasn't the only obstacle she ignored on her way to becoming a charter member of The Ninety-Nines, serving with the first president of the organization: Amelia Earhart.

You know what the poster says: It's tough to soar like an eagle if you're working with turkeys. Bid the grounded birds good-bye and head for the sky.