I
did it to know I could. I did it to challenge dependencies. I did it because I
did it.
I
did all this instead of FBing away my life:
Got
reeeeeeeeeally pumped when a guest got arrested for mooning protestors. He was
instantly the hero of my day.
Decided
that whiskey and scotch are the only acceptable lavations until I am mended. I
am told this basically makes me an 80 year old man.
Faced
down some demons. Swallowed sadness. Cried deeply.
Cursed
the long road.
Realized
I am really fucking intense. Like seriously. I am surprisingly super ok with
it.
Caught
up with some long lost souls. I am truly grateful to know so many incredible
people. After analyzing my close circle, I realized they all possess the
following traits: intelligent, affirming, talented, not accepting of status
quo, compassionate, thoughtful, deep, emotional, loyal, moral…the type of persons
described as “good people.” They say you attract people similar to you. Clearly
I AM thee shit.
Acknowledged
book hording tendencies. Added this month: Women Who Run With the Wolves
(Estes), Journey to Machu Picchu
Weight
lifted in the garden center.
Worked
at least 50 hours every week. Sure it was at two part-time jobs, but still, I
feel more like an adult every day. Cause adults work too much and tell
themselves it’s a brilliant idea. Muuuuuuney!
Actual
radio exchange for price check (at the place where you save BIG money):
“Is
it hard or soft?”
“Hard….it’s
hard.”
“About
how big is it?”
“8 inches.”
They
were talking about an ice pack. This is verbatim. So good.
Decided
I must one day have a home that is the kind of place where people want to
gather.
Gargled
coconut oil. Concocted lime juice potions. Spent outrageous amounts on throat
health teas. Decided to be ok with the possibility of getting tonsils
removed….arrrrgh. It will probably happen. I will definitely whine.
Found
myself an extra 100 bucks without paying an accountant 1 penny. Suck it, IRS!
Kissed
my refund AND a decent chunk of credit card debt BUH byyyyyye.
Overindulged.
Boy bands, you slay me….and One Direction, I do mean you. It’s probably because
you’re British.
Delivered
some smiles.
Set
aside funds for an overdue aspiration. Researched artists.
Scrubbed
my lips. Lip scrub is real and I never thought I’d think it was necessary.
Mandated
I will only tan my legs in the future if wearing fishnets.
Mapped
out birthday plans. Erotic ones.
Planned
future Canadian adventures. My passport WILL get another stamp prior to
expiration.
Bid
a fond farewell to an icon, hero, and inspiration.
This
is what prompted “did you study Speech in school?” and “you should save those
note cards, that was a great speech”:
I
find “Naval Commander” to be a limited term when describing Grandpa. He wasn’t
a mere Naval Commander. He was a commander of attention…regaling us with
stories of places far, far away and of memories long, long past. Commanding a
room with wit, charm, and intelligence alone. A commander of life. The picture
perfect display of the phase “I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of
my soul.” He lived every day. With zest. With meaning. With unfaltering humor.
A
commander of our hearts. You need not venture far to find someone else with a
sidesplitting story or inspirational tale, compliments of the Commander.
A
purveyor of dreams. Your most loyal fan. Your favorite drinking buddy. The
first person with whom you want to share your good news…your fears…your hopes.
He was ready with a resolution, a solution, and in all probability, a mathematical
formula.
I’ve
heard beauty attracts beauty and looking around, I know it to be true. Grandpa
was a pure and understated kind of beauty. And when I say he attracted beauty I
mean like seriously beautiful people, please….look at me. Always the flatterer,
he never failed to make you feel like the most important person in the room.
Full of more class, wisdom, and kindness than most ever achieve, he sets an
example of what to be.
Consequently,
he also taught us how to string together some of the most effective and awe
inspiring lines of nonsensical profanity you’ve ever had the fortune of
encountering in your life, with classics such as “Goofy God Damn Silly
Son-of-a-Bitch” and the ever effective “BULLSHIT”. In fact, anyone who has ever
found themselves a passenger in a vehicle driven by Bob knows the ONLY proper response to blowing past
a DO NOT ENTER sign is “Do not enter…?
BULLshit!!!”
So,
you see….he wasn’t JUST a commander, he was many a thing. Teacher. Lover. Class
act. Lingustical extraordinaire and one helluva guy. Here, there, and
everywhere.
My
grandfather. My inspiration. Forever.
I
love you, Grandpa. Thank you for being you.
Realized
I will never tire of hearing how much I am just like my Mom.
Decided
that May will be the month of no meat. Bring it on.
P.S. I challenge you to challenge yourself. This small brush with accomplishment and dedication is wonderful.
Count me inspired. I have gone roughly 30 days without blogger (not that that was actually intentional, but still), and keep going on mini sabbaticals from Facebook and/or the internet in general. I am tired of only living life behind a computer screen. I am going to try to live more of my life outside of that. More it behind the wheel of my car, the cover of a good book, my sheets, and a million other things. Thanks for being my constant source of inspiration.
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