How to Make a Paper Helicopter That Really Flies

This is what the final product will look like after we're finished. Here are your patterns. Print them, then cut them out.

Now read the blog below then watch the 2 videos I've provided. Soon you will have the world's greatest flying paper helicopter.
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A paper helicopter is one of the most incredible little science toys you will ever create. It is very easy to make and will provide many hours of fun and entertainment for your kids...or you for that matter.


I started making these things about 40 years ago. I have seen other versions of paper helicopters, but I can honestly say the version I am about to share with you is the best there is. I have uploaded 2 helpful videos down below this blog.

VIDEO # ONE is an instructional video showing you how make your own paper helicopter from the patterns I've provided for you.

VIDEO # TWO gives you some kind of idea what to expect once you've created your paper helicoter. They fly as though they're being controlled remotely. They go up, they go down, and sometimes they even hover in one spot for a very long time.

VIDEO # ONE: How to cut and fold the Mister Xman Paper Helicopter.

VIDEO # TWO: Video footage of the Mister Xman Paper Helicopter in actual flight.

I Believe I Can Fly

There is a new movement out there called the "Real Life Super Hero" movement. I hear it has been gaining in popularity since 911. Lots of people are putting on a costume, patrolling the streets and declaring to the world "I'm a crime fighter". There is even a web site where you can register as a Super Hero, then post your picture profile.

I suppose they are well meaning folks, but I tend to gravitate away from organizations like that. My fear is that most people who get involved with unregulated Super Hero activities or groups are not qualified. They have no real training and it's just a fun hobby to them. They are trying to live out their childhood fantasy. (I should talk)

Who is it that actually decides who is Super and who is not? What do you actually have to do to be declared a real Super Hero? What makes you so Super... or a crime fighter for that matter? Where did you get your training ? Don't Super Heroes have some kind of superpower?

I have to be honest with you, I am not sure I should be calling myself a Real Life Super Hero. Me wearing a mask has less to do with being a Super Hero, and more to do with being an entertainer... only when I feel like it.

However, if someone should be wearing the Super Hero label...I deserve it as much as anyone else. I'm probally more qualified as well. First off, I actually did do some police work for the military. That was a while ago, but at least I have the background.

I have been doing martial arts since I was a kid. I can really take care of myself. I am very strong. When I have time, I can do 1500 push ups a day. Most people consider 100 push ups their max. That is a single set to me. One day I will post a video on you tube of me doing one set of push ups.

I don't remember how many purse snatchers I've nabbed. Seems like it was 4 or 5. It's been a while. It never mattered how big of a head start the guy had, I always out ran him and got the lady her purse back.

I've saved people in dangerous situations, like from getting beaten up. Sometimes weapons were involved. Let me tell you...not once...not once did I dive into a phone booth and change into a costume, then come out yelling some silly cliche.

Up, up and away! Unhand her you fiend! Never fear, Mister Xman1 is here! It just doesn't happen like that. I was just a regular guy minding his own business when these things happened. Real life is not a comic book. In real life you can get hurt. I have a knife wound in my side to prove it.

The same people who stabbed me killed a guy. They stabbed this poor guy 33 times. Another person was stabbed 11 times by the very same people, but he lived. The thing is, I wasn't trying to be a hero at the time. I was trying to mind own business...while on my way to work. The stab was equivalent to a sucker punch.

So all of you "Super Hero Wanna Be's" out there...be careful. I am good at taking care of myself and I wasn't even looking for trouble. Trouble can happen anytime...anywhere...and If you are out there looking for trouble, watch out, you just might find it.

I know you want to be like the neighborhood watch on steroids. I know you want to be special...but seriously, be careful. If you really want to help people, maybe you should consider becoming a cop or a fireman. Yes, I know... less glory..but at least no one will look at you like you are a vigilante or a costumed weirdo.

I was Adopted

I lived in San Diego a few years ago. It was a bit expensive at the time, so I shared a home and living expenses with  room mates. My room mates included a married couple and a single mother with 3 kids. She had 2 boys... ages 8 and 9. She also had a little girl still in diapers. This little toddler had just learned to walk, but couldn't talk yet.

Having room mates was my way of dealing with the high cost of living.  At the same time, I needed to feel like I could come and go as I pleased. I was single, so I didn't want anyone to tell me what to do, I wanted to mind my own business, and  most of all, I just wanted to save money.

There was nothing wrong with the lady and her kids, but I went out of my way to avoid her. I wanted to steer clear of any kind of relationship situation. I did not want wind up with an "Instant Family".  Everyday I just went to work and came home. For the most part, I managed to keep to myself. UNTIL ONE DAY as I was having my daily bowl of  breakfast cereal... the little one came into the kitchen and started watching me while I was eating. She stared at me. If you've ever had little child look at you while you eat, you know what it feels like.  It can be a little  uncomfortable.

If you try hard enough... perhaps you can FEEL when a person is looking at you...and every once in a while,  if you listen hard enough, you can practically hear them blinking as well. BLINK.....long silence......BLINK..........silence..........BLINK,BLINK.  Oh yes, folks, there was a lot of blinking,  and a tiny person staring at me, and well... let's just say, I wasn't trained for that.

I wanted to feed the child, but at the same time, I was not the father, so that made me feel just a little uncomfortable.   I feel it's  a parents responsibility to decide what and when their child is supposed to eat. 

My thoughts at the time, went something like this: Look, I'm not the parent here. Where's that mother of hers anyway? FEED YOUR CHILD WOMAN! But then, I thought,  look, this is an innocent, child ... JUST BEING A CHILD. So, I got an extra bowl.  I parked her in the chair next to mine. I made her a bowl of cereal. She was too young to know know how to use a spoon yet, so I got another spoon  and used it to feed her from her bowl.

Thus began a brand new daily ritual. After a while, It became the best part of my day. As time progressed, she learned how to use the spoon for herself. She also started learning how to talk. I was amazed  as I observed the way a child's learning  process improves with time.  It's like watching a little plant slowly maturing.

I can not tell you how exciting it is to listen to a tiny human uttering so many of their first words. It's an awesome experience to hear a child say something for the very first time ever. I looked forward to our  daily routine. This went on like clock work for the longest time.  Every day same place, same thing, not a bump in the road,  until one day, something very unexpected happened.


Like I said before...she was learning new words. One day, in one of her little broken sentences, she called me ..."Daddy".  I froze because I had never been called that before.  I was in a state of shock. I didn't quite know how to react, so I stared straight ahead...  for a moment, trying to process what just happened.  (  Looking back, it's weird how a simple 3 letter word caught me off guard like that. )

 Eventually... I knew I would HAVE to look, so, I slowly turned my eyes in her direction. Through my peripheral vision, I saw this poor little thing trembling with fear. It was like she thought she had done something wrong. At that point, I couldn't help but laugh. I turned, looked at her, then gave her a comforting smile to let her know everything was OK. Five minuets later, she said it again... "Daddy."   It was now confirmed... I had been officially adopted.

I don't know if anything like this has ever happened to you, but let me tell you from my experience,  this is one of  my fondest memories.
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SO there you have it...  that's the background story that lead me to write the poem that I'm about to share with you. Even though I wrote this poem several years ago, It still brings tears to my eyes as I read it today. It hits me where I live. I am sharing this because I know Somebody, Somewhere will appreciate it. It comes straight from the heart.
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THE CHILD WHO ADOPTED ME
He told my mom he loved her
Before I came to be.
Then he got another woman
And left my mom and me.

They say he's in the NAVY,
he's always out at sea.
How could this man be cruel,
And do this thing to me?

Suzie's got a daddy,
Johnny's got one too.
But I don't have a daddy,
what am I supposed to do?

I don't have anything to give,
And I'll take up all your time.
But a child needs a daddy,
And I want you to be mine.

I want you to read me a story
And tuck me in my bed.
I want you to build me a snowman
And push me in my sled.

Teach me a little kids song.
Teach me ABC's.
Always say GOD bless you,
And wipe my nose when I sneeze.

Teach me how to talk.
Spank me when I'm bad.
Take me for a walk,
hug me when I'm sad.

Laugh and play with me,
Take me to the zoo.
Teach me animal names,
Tell me why the sky is blue.

I really want a daddy,
My mommy knows it too.
Of all the people in the world,
I pray Jesus gives me you.

Having the strenght of a lion
And the gentleness of a dove,
Means answering a small child's cry
When she needs a daddy's love.

MisterXman

Dieting Weapons

Dieting is not easy...period. Although losing weight is possible, it's usually not easy. This creates a huge demand for all kinds of weight loss products, exercise equipment and gym memberships. Some stuff works, and unfortunately, some things do not work. Buyer beware. Do your research.

The weight loss industry makes billions and billions of dollars off people who are desperate to loose weight so they can get back into their skinny jeans. For the most part, I am all for someone who helps others reach their goals while making modest profit.

Although I am in great shape myself, it has taken me a lifetime to acquire the knowledge that keeps me as healthy as I am. Perhaps one day I will write a book. For now, I will share one...no two of my secrets with you. You don't have to change your current diet, just add these two things to your dieting ritual.

Number one. When you are eating your meal. Have an extra plate of raw vegetables on hand. It could be carrot sticks. It could be celery sticks. Cucumbers, tomatoes or any combination, they just have to be raw vegetables.

As you start eating, you don't need to do anything special. Just eat vegetables with every other mouthful. In other words, if you are eating a steak...one bite of steak...one bite of vegetable...another bite of steak...another bite of vegetable. It's that simple. You would be surprised how much this will help you with your dieting.

Before I talk about number two.......When you eat your desert, there is a signal that goes off inside you...it tells you the meal is over. Whether this signal is psychological or biological, I can't say. Maybe it's just traditional, who knows...but it's there just the same. Whatever the reason, everybody wants desert.

If you don't get that apple pie or that ice cream or that birthday cake... you will feel cheated. Perhaps your family will cheer you on for being strong and sticking to your diet...but something deep inside will start screaming at you. It will beg you, it will torment you, it will drive you crazy.

Hey!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? WHERE'S MY "THE MEAL'S OVER" SIGNAL? THAT'S NOT FAIR...THEY GET DESERT...WHAT ABOUT US? OH JUST ONE PIECE OF PIE, HOW MUCH COULD IT HURT? OH COME ON, WE'LL EXERCISE TWICE AS HARD TOMORROW

Later on, that night you might do a little sleepwalking...and that last piece of chocolate cake might just disappear. Hey...you know I'm telling the truth.

Soooo here is my second secret: This is a recipe that I created to satisfy my sweet tooth. I trick my body into thinking it's getting something sinfully delicious and loaded with calories...when it really isn't.

It tastes like ice cream, but it's cheaper and healthier as well. You simply take some bananas and slice them. Now place them in a big plastic bag and put it in the freezer. Flatten out the bag so the bananas don't stick together. Let them freeze till they are rock hard.

Once frozen, take the bananas and put most of them in a blender. Now add just a splash of skim milk and start blending. The result will be something that is a lot like ice cream. Only it's just bananas. If the mixture isn't thick enough, add more frozen bananas. If you want a milk shake equivalent, add just a little more milk.

If you want it to be sweeter, use the bananas that have started to turn black. They are much sweeter. Experiment with this formula and in time you will get it just right.

Here are some other ideas. You can sprinkle some grape nuts, granola, chopped nuts or Cheerios on top. You can also slice up fruit and stir this into the mixture as well.

You are not limited to just bananas as your base formula. You can have frozen strawberries as your base. You can have frozen peaches as your base. I find bananas are best because they are inexpensive and you can usually find them year round. I also like to combine frozen bananas with the frozen strawberries or frozen bananas with the frozen peaches.

So there you have it, two of my dieting weapons. I hope anyone having trouble with a diet will benefit from these tools. I invented them and they have served me well for many years. Share them and use them in good health with my blessing.

Mister Xman

Midlife is Not a Crisis

I am getting so sick and tired of hearing the term "Mid-Life Crisis" It sounds like a sickness or a disease or something. When it's something that happens to all of us sooner or later...then it's not a crisis. It is NORMAL. Consider this writing your Mid-Life Crisis rescue blog.



Whenever you hear those words "Mid Life Crisis" you picture a 40 year old looser in an unbuttoned silk shirt, exposing his disgustingly hairy chest. He's over doing it with the fake gold chains around his neck and the over sized medal ion. Right now, even as we speak, he's probably in the nightclub trying to pick up chicks half his age. Maybe he's even out on the dance floor busting some 20 year old moves.



Perhaps he just bought a shiny new red sports car...anyway, long story short, he's out doing all kinds of goofy things trying recapture his youth. The thing is, he's making a really big fool of himself, and he's too stupid to even know it. Hopefully he'll come to his senses, perhaps settle down, accept that he's getting old....then eventually shut up and sit down.



This kind of guy needs to start acting his age, right? He needs to get out of the way and let the younger people take over the business, right? After all, he's getting older and he might hurt himself...better slow down. He should be out buying a rocking chair and preparing for retirement right?



Yup, he's getting old alright.......and we all know.... old people are completely useless...right?



Now...that is incredibly stupid. I am 51 years old and I don't believe a word of it. Even though I never actually hear people make asinine statements like that, I do perceive that is the way that people look at someone in mid life. I resent people painting me into that kind of picture.



There is nothing wrong with being middle aged. I LOVE IT. I am smarter than I was 20 years ago. Depending on how often I hit the gym, sometimes I'm a little stronger. I still jog regularly. I don't actually look old, so women half my age still hit on me.



There is some unwritten law somewhere that says that once you reach middle age, you are not allowed to dream any more. You don't get to try new things. I refuse to cooperate. I believe that if a person has unfulfilled dreams...they should make like a NIKE commercial and "Just Do It". When you're an adult, you don't need permission. JUST DO IT.



The only thing I suggest... is that you go forward...not back. By that... I mean, Why go to the dance club trying to pick up young chicks? Why try to impress a bunch of younger people who are stuck on a default setting? Why do you want to be like them? They should want to be like you. A night club is like a kindergarten to me. Aim higher.



As an older guy, my tastes have changed. I like doing things bigger and better. My focus is on creating a successful business, creating new things and seeing new things... running right up to the edge of adventure and jumping off. Who's Idea was it to get old at 40...50...60...or 70 ? Who makes that decision? I never had that conversation. Sorry, I never got the memo. So consider me exempt.



Why is it society gets so uncomfortable when they see a middle ager stretching his wings? I see nothing wrong with pursuing lost or forgotten dreams. As long as you are healthy, you'd be surprised at what you can do. My advice is stay active and don't let people bury you before your time.



I have learned that the key to realistically making a dream come true... is have realistic expectations. Next create a plan. Then execute a series of small stepping stone goals that lead up to your big "FINAL GOAL". If you are 50... you don't try to accomplish your goals with the mind of a 30 year old.



If you are 50... you don't execute your plans to accomplish your goal like some 20 year old. Not like a 15 year old....a 10 year old.....not a 5 year old. What does that mean? I'm glad you asked.



If you are 4 or 5 years old, you tie a bed sheet around your neck and pretend to be Superman. You learn that jumping off the bed or the couch does not result in flight because of gravity. Though you have a deep longing passion for flying, it remains a fantasy, because you are a kid....you lack the intellectual tools to achieve flight. You lack the financial tools to achieve flight. You lack attention span needed to figure out what it takes to fly.

As an adult, hopefully, you are now smarter, financially able and more focused when it comes to pursuing life goals.



As an adult, if you still have that very wonderful childlike passion for flying, you realize that jumping off the couch wont get the job done. By now you will have figured out if you realistically want to fly, it wont happen because of a makeshift superhero cape fashioned from a bed sheet.

You may have to build an airplane, perhaps you'll choose to go hang gliding, you might even take a balloon ride or even do some parachute jumping. However you get it done, it will be with real methods.



So, if you're going thru a mid life "crisis" and you are metaphorically jumping off the couch...slow down and try my "Build an Airplane-Go Hang Gliding" formula. It's free. Mid life does not have to be a crisis. Being older isn't so bad and I don't want someone to make me feel like I need to apologise for it. I like being 51.



Yes, I have a lot of goals that I still want to accomplish, even at age 51...But I think you can see from the "Build an Airplane-Go Hang Gliding" formula, I have a level headed approach to these goals. Whoever you are out there... I just want to tell you... I am in your corner. I say, if you want to pursue a forgotten dream,....... then you go for it.