Adventure... Day 15, 30 day writing challenge

Well, I am half way through and finding it a bit easier to write these posts now that I am not over thinking and worrying about what people will think. I was a little torn between writing about a friend moving away and the beautiful music and scenery on some obscure channel on Uverse that is showing shipwrecks, so I figured what the hell? I'll combine them both...sort of.

A coworker and myself, took a former coworker and (current, Lol) friend out for a going away dinner tonight. Happy hour, good food and good drinks make for merriment and truthfully, a bit of melancholy. It's hard to watch a friend leave, but you always have to keep in the back of your mind that they won't be gone forever. With airplanes, cars, trains, those new fancy luxury buses I keep seeing on the freeway, anywhere is accessible.

She is only moving to Vegas, yes, a state away and four hours up the freeway, but even though I am not a big fan of Las Vegas, I am a big fan of adventure and that is something I do entirely too little of. I am known for my midnight drives around LA when I am restless and can't sleep, but it's the same place and the same drive, so hardly a true adventure anymore. Now...when I park and start wandering, THAT is the adventure.

I envy my friend a little...I mean she is embracing a new future with her daughter and a newish husband, and she's excited about it. I often only wonder what it would be like to live an adventure somewhere new and if given the opportunity, I would jump at it, just like she did. I mean who wouldn't? My parents lived in Germany when my dad was in the Army and though a bit of TMI, yes, I was made in Germany. I often think about branding myself with that, but in German. Don't worry, it's just a thought. I do, however, want to visit Germany and see the city (Mainz) where I was conceived. The UK and Europe...and ALL. OF. THAT. HISTORY. WOW! Old history...hell anywhere overseas would be exciting. The only time I have left this continent was to go in the other direction...Hawaii, to visit family every summer.

No these thoughts aren't new. I have had them for years, problem is I am always standing in my own way. One of these days I am going to kick my ass out of my path and just go with the flow...As I type this, the programming has switched to Castles and Kings. What a view. What history and what beautiful landscapes. It's amazing. Awe inspiring. It's as beautiful as the shipwrecks, though too be honest, I think I would rather wander the halls of a castle, than a shipwreck. I am all for being a water baby, but I am also good at scaring myself. Breathing though an aspirator and freaking out, probably not a good idea. It is called an aspirator right? I am to flippin' tired right now to research that one...so tonight, it is an aspirator...who knows, maybe everyday it is one.

So remember this. If life hands you an adventure, you grab it with both hands and ride that bitch until the next one comes along. Yes, we can create our own adventures and honestly, the ride never really has to end.

Until Tomorrow....

Sissy Jo....

Well, it goes without saying that the days leading up to Comic Con were anything but non-emotional. Is that even a word? Seriously, my mind lately. Sissy Jo, one of the three girls I call my soul sister, passed away on June 29th, her funeral was held two days before we left for Comic Con. Admittedly, this reminded me, as well, of mama being sick last year during Comic Con, so of course our 8th trip to the 'Con', was a little bluer than I think we had hoped, but we did manage to have a good time, because we know that is what Jo would have wanted. As we all know you can't make the pain just disappear, or the sadness that comes with losing someone so important and special to your life. As anyone could tell you, JoAnn was a force to be reckoned with, a little whirlwind of organization, love and smiles. She loved many who were in her path and she taught us lessons of survival, never giving up and fighting the good fight. I me...

From a personal journey to...

I have blogged off and on about a personal journey I have been on for about a year or so. It's nothing earth shattering for anyone but me. I hate to say it, but I kind of became a cliché. Indeed, I had become that person who needed to find themselves. One of my favorite quotes along the way came from Tolkien, "Not all those who wander are lost". It kind of contradicts my previous statement, well not kind of, it does, because I talk about finding myself, but truly, I knew where I was all the time. Are you confused yet? Think of it as standing outside of your body inside a hall of mirrors. Like a carnival there are images of you everywhere, but only one of those images are you. So you go about seeking the solid figure and along the way you hit dead ends, walls, other mirrors with images of yourself and so on, until you finally stop, breathe and realize if you look at the mirror in front of you, there you are. You stop trying so hard...

Day 8 of 30 days of gratitude.

Today I dedicate this blog to Sissy Jo. Today would have been JoJobean's 47th birthday and she lived every moment the best that she could. I am forever grateful that I spent her last night on earth with her. It was like old times when we had a lot of Sissy sleep-over's, watching "ghosty" shows, chatting, being sisters. That night she told me her dreams for me and what she was sure would be my reality for the future. What people didn't see was JoAnn's fight. When it was posted on Facebook that she had passed away, so many of my own family and friend's commented that they didn't even know she was still sick. In fact, she was on her way to do payroll when she collapsed, the afternoon she passed away. She had set-up a makeshift office at home, because her dedication to the work and people she cared about, never stopped. JoAnn was re-diagnosed in December 2008. She had been in remission for almost four years when breast cancer came ba...

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