Welp, this is my very last post about my trip to Buffalo. Are you glad? Probably. Really, what I've done to you in posting all about it is basically the 21st century version of making you hang out in my living room while showing you slides of my trip. There's even a Flintstones episode dedicated to how annoying that is. But hey, my blog is for me, too, and, as always, I have blog-will-be-made-into-scrapbook-type visions whenever I post.
So the very last thing we did was go and see where my sister, Beads, works. And for some reason, I can't find any pictures that Ben took of this, so these are all Beads' pictures. Which means she isn't in any of them, dang it.
Beads works on the weekends for a life flight company. She's basically a superhero. The stories she tells me....gruesome. And some of them are awesome - the ones that turn out well, with people living and coming back to visit her and thank her. But yeah, the girl has seen horrible things. She has held peoples' brains and intestines in her hands. Yet she gets squeamish when changing a diaper. Which I think is really funny.
So we saw the little room where she sleeps or studies when she's on call, which was cool. And we met the air traffic controllers. And then we got to see one of the helicopters up close and personal:
So then the pilot landed, with much noise and wind, and then he let us try on his night goggles, which was seriously sooo cool. (This is my mom):