Archive for August, 2008

Making Money Shopping Online + Just Kicking It
August 28, 2008

Is it too good to be true?

Not a secret shopper, but  While I was doing Christmas shopping online, (last year, not this year…even for me, that would be a little early to start spending)  I discovered this site, and for all the purchases you make at online-retailers, you get a percentage rebate back…in cash!  Apparently, ebates gets paid by retailers to drive shoppers to the site- so in return, they pass on a small amount of savings to you. Good for folks who shop a lot online.  Too bad it’s not applicable to Amazon…

I think I made about $12 last Christmastime– but hey, that’s a couple extra 5-dollar Footlongs in my future.


Tonight starts season 3 for me, playing in the Kansas City division of WAKA kickball– and like CLOCKWORK…Thursday nights means thunderstorms and RAIN!  WHY!? WHY Joel! Why do you make it rain on my parade!?! 😉  (and rain on the Chiefs, potentially)


Oh, and that’s my puppy Georgie, when he was a few weeks old.  He’s about 7 months now– and Lisa Teachman was puppy sitting for me the other day and just told me how he lost two of his baby teeth. I’m such a proud puppy mommy.

Part Two: Into The Wild Blue Yonder + My Brush With Barack
August 26, 2008

Yes, flying coach on an American Airlines plane was almost amusing after flying in an F-16. I was able, however, to order a nice soft-drink at no additional cost.

Anyway- continuing the saga–

The day was packed.  After changing into my flight suit, getting laced up with a “G” suit, and undergoing an exam from the flight surgeon…I then learned how to operate an Air Force parachute, “just in case you need to eject”.

Eject?  Nobody told me about ejecting.  That’s for VHS tapes, and I ain’t got a VHS tape player anymore!

While the slew of what seemed like 2-dozen Air Force members were all extrmely nice, extremely knowledgable, and made me feel extremely safe…I felt awkward like I had never done a news report before.  For some reason, knowing *I was the story* and the possilby I would need to pull the strap to eject myself from this moving aircraft…it was too much!

I will leave on the note saying: once we got up in the air, after the immediate 90-degree ascent into the universe, the ride was soothing.  Here we are, travelling at speeds faster than I could ever imagine– at one point flying with 9.3 x’s the force of gravity on my body, breaking the sound barrier, but yet– the view was panoramic.  None of this commercial airlines square of a window to look out of. 

We flipped and dipped…spinned and gyrated in the air– all very gracefully.  The pilot was in my headset the entire time, preparing me for what I was about to do.


On my legs, were strapped two manila envelopes, with plastic baggies inside.  On the outside of the envelopes, it read “These are your motion sickness bags. Don’t be embarassed to use them.”  (okay, that might not be a direct quote– but going 600mph, that’s what the appeared to read!)

I’m very, very proud to say, I didn’t need to use them!  However…now that my photographer spilled the beans… 😉 I DID get a little sick after the flight. 

Jeff: “Dion, go toward the grass!  Run toward the grass!”

Dion: “okay! I’m trying…oh, oh….”

You know the rest. 

All over the nice, shiny Air Force issued boots I was wearing.

On another note- Over the weekend, I was staying with friends in Chicago.  These two have an incredible apartment with a panoramic window in the kitchen, which overlooked…of all places…Barack Obama’s gym! Around, oh, I don’t know, about 6 or 7pm, I noticed a huge crowd gathering on the street.  There were news crews everywhere, waiting for a glimpse of Obama. 

After waiting, and waiting– still feeling exhausted after my T-Birds flight, I stopped waiting with the masses.  However, I head the commotion soon after and thought I saw him in the crowd…

…the next day, it was chaos outside again.  However, we had heard Barack (who just announced Biden as his VP) wasn’t in town…so I went to check out why so many tween-aged girls were crowing the streets…apparently it was the Jonas Brothers.

Until Next Time,


August 22, 2008

Time: 1:33 am.

Place: My place.

Why am I up?– Adrenaline rush! (or at least the mental one leftover from this evening!)

Let me say, flying with the Thunderbirds was the most incredible experience a person can have.  Granted, I haven’t given birth…but I’m sure this experience is right on up there.

Never once did I feel un-safe, let’s say that right away.  From the moment I got to the Charles Wheeler Downtown Airport, about two dozen Air Force officials were there to brief me…give me a medical exam…just make me feel prepared for what was to come.

After donning what I’m told is the smallest flight suit owned by the Air Force (apparently, the ideal weight is at least 140 lbs, but they liked how I was real smal– less chance of “loosing the cookies” in-flight) I’ll admit it– as soon as I zipped up the front of that thing…I felt like such a rockstar!

Fantasies began in my head…

A sitcom… “Dion Lim, Anchor and Reporter by Day…Fiesty Air Force Flier by Night!”

Back here on Earth– I realize after my briefing, it was already 4:30pm!  The 5pm and 6pm producer had wanted small preview pieces, along with some promo shots.  But I was busy learning about G-Forces! How am I going to make this happen?

The combination of nerves and bubbling thrill propelled me to shoot some quick, quick vignettes of my journey so far.  Gotta give some “mad props” to my photographer Jeff Roberts today.  That man hustled like nobody’s business.  He shot about 4 pieces for me in a span on 6 minutes, ran a mile and a half back to our live truck, satellite fed the video back to the station after editing them.  THEN ran back to get my taking off!

Wow, I think the “mental adrenaline” has just worn off.  Like a ton of bricks, I feel like passing out on the bed.  Okay, part deux of my day with the Thunderbirds will have to continue another day.

In about 4 hours I need to be back awake, packing, getting ready for my day off to Chicago! Boy oh boy…I bet the American Airlines flight will PALE in comparison to an F-16.

Cheers and Up, Up and Away,


Here We Gooooooooo!
August 21, 2008

It’s 2:15pm on THE DAY. I fly in that Air Force jet…in oh, about T-minus 3 hours!!!


I won’t lie- I didn’t get much rest, and in my stomach is an egg mcmuffin and chicken salad sandwich. I’m hoping it stays there.


As nervous as I am, watching all thos YouTube videos last night, getting ready for this…


Wish me luck and watch me tonight!

D 🙂

It’s a Bird…It’s a Plane…(okay, lame title)…it’s Dion w/the Thunderbirds!
August 20, 2008

Tomorrow’s the day.

5:30pm.  I fly.

While it’s on my list of things to do before I die (apparently this is called “the bucket list”)– I’m scared out of my mind!

If there’s another post later this week, that means I’ve made it!

Watch the preview during the 5&6pm tomorrow, the story, live at 10pm tomorrow, and a followup Friday morning.

Good luck– there’s no turning back now!