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Every Little Bit Helps

You know how I keep saying I will write about my Fort Collins Road Trip with Shmeder?

Yeah, I mean it. I do.

But first?

In case you are not doing anything early Saturday morning, please consider helping out in Windsor.
Windsor is one of the places that Shmeder and I drove by. Then the next day? Devastation. 

Having lived thru several hurricanes in FL and having my buddy Chris (and other buddies as well) that dealt with Katrina, I felt I had to help in whatever way possible.

If you can help too, please do. If not? They will have ongoing opportunities to help. Cause really...every little bit DOES help.

Happy Weekending!

This Just In...

I promise, there WILL be an update of my FCRTWS (Fort Collins Road Trip w/ Shmeder) before the end of the Memorial Day weekend.

But first?

* Parties w/ J#2 peeps rock!

* Raspberry Vodka mixes pretty well with Pineapple juice  (in case you forget to buy tonic water)

* Vodka, does in fact, rule!

* I suck at Flip The Cup. Or Flip Cup. Or Cup the Flip. Whatever. I suck at it. (Sorry Erica)

* Breathalyzers belong at every party

* Thinking of buying Breathalyzers in bulk to give as gifts

* I don't think I've ever been happier or more grateful in my life.


Getting ready for another full day @ J#2.

Enjoy your weekend, won't you?

They're Moving!

SWEET!

The loud, noisy-at-all-hours,obnoxious neighbors with 8-10 loud, noisy-at-all-hours and obnoxious kids are MOVING! AWAY!

3 of the 4 or so toddlers that live there are screaming as I type. They started moving out today...loud the whole time...and I hope they will be gone by the weekend.

The mom's van woke the neighbors every time it started up, pulled into or pulled out of the driveway. They had visitors...yes, the loud and obnoxious kind, day and night.

When it comes to neighbors, I could care less what color they are, what they drive, how many there are of them, gender, ages, etc. All I want is : quiet, respectful of others, maintain their house and yard half-way decently, and did I mention quiet?

In the 6 months since they moved in, I've called the cops on them twice and Child Protective services twice...when 3 of the toddlers were running out in the street naked with no adult supervision.

Seeing them start to cart off their belongings today was the highlight of my day. And I'm beyond thrilled that they'll soon be gone!





Sometimes? You Have No Idea.

Was driving home from Job #2 the other night. My normal route home had a detour, so I detoured since I had no choice. Well, no choice if I eventually wanted to get home. As I drove, I started to compare that detour on my drive to some of the detours my life has taken.

Starting when I was born.

As I was entering the world, I broke my neck. I've been told I screamed like hell for quite awhile and they had no idea what was wrong with me...other than being black and blue from trying to come out neck first. Yeah, I've been stubborn since day one...what else is new?


So I screamed bloody murder continously until one of the Dr's moved my head which must have relieved the pain I was feeling in my neck. Cause once he moved my head, I fell fast asleep.

I was also paralyzed on my left side. I was my parents first child and yeah, they were petrified, Brand new parents that had no idea what was happening.

I was born 13 December and finally came home Christmas Eve. I was in a body cast.

My mom hated my cast with a passion. Hated that her firstborn had a broken neck and was paralyzed. While she was supposed to keep me in the cast pretty much 24/7, she used to tell me that after my Dad left for work she would take me out of the cast since it hurt her so much to see me in it. One day about a month after my birth, my Mom got so frustrated that she threw the cast against the wall. She really hated it!

Then one day in February, soon after I was finally baptized, I moved my left hand. My mom screamed. And eventually, I got more and more movement back on my left side. Call it a miracle, call it what you will, but this was not supposed to happen. I wasn't meant to be born this way and I was never expected to not be paralyzed. Yet, there it was. I was moving. And they finally took me out of the cast.

For something that she hated so very much, my Mom kept the cast.

Six years ago, I liberated the cast from my parent's house. Figured it was mine, I did time in it, so it needed to be with me.

And every now and then I look at it and figure I have to be here on this earth for a reason. Sometimes...actually, a lot of times...I wonder what I am doing here and what is my #1 purpose in life? Have I already accomplished what I was put on earth to do and am I at the point where I am just living out the rest of my days? Or, am I still meant to do something that I was put on earth to do next week, next month, six months from now? 

We've all had bad times in our lives when we question why we are here. Especially when life kicks you in the gut and you wonder just how bad it's gonna get. And you may wonder 'why' life is kicking you in the gut? Are you meant to learn from this? Is it karma coming back to bite you? Or is it something that was meant to happen to you, for whatever cosmic reason may exist.

Going back to my drive home the other night, I reflected on where I am in my life. 8 years ago there was no way I could have imagined I would be where I am now. No way. I really had no idea that 8 years down the road I would be living in another state, single, struggling in one job and happier than I could have imagined working at my part-time job. 

Sounds trite, but you really have no idea which direction life will prod you, pull you or throw you tumbling down the stairs and landing on your ass. You just don't know what will come in the future, even tho you might plan and hope and pray it turns out the 'prescribed' way we all think our lives will play out.

My ah-ha revelation is that I was meant to be at Job #2. The type and timing of the details that brought me to Job #2 are awesome and amazing and while some people might be morose and depressed over having to work two jobs, I am the complete opposite. More like grateful and blessed to have this opportunity.

No matter what life throws at me these days, I'm confident that there's a good reason behind it. Maybe not a reason I can fully grasp or understand, but I've seen enough to know that life isn't random and that if I hang with it long enough, the reason will be revealed to me.

So take a page from my book and remember that what you know as life today might be totally different when tomorrow comes. If you are anything like me, that thought will in turn inspire and terrify you. And hopefully, inspiration will win out.

Bodycast -1

A Special Monkey Monday

You know how every now and then I talk about my crazy yet loveably funny Improv buddies The Monkey's Uncle? And I exhort and urge and suggest you get out of the house to go see them and give your funny bone the much-needed exercise it deserves? 

Well I'm doing it again. So why is this Monkey's post different from any other Monkey's post? Cause it's about Howard this time. Actually, it's for Howard. 

Not too long ago, Howard was diagnosed with Lymphoma. Currently he's undergoing Chemo along with working two jobs, staying active with the Monkey's, having a social life, and having a life in general. With a side of Cancer added. 

The proceeds from next Monday's show (Monday 12 May) will go toward's Howard's medical bills. Not only is Cancer a bitch, she's a pricey bitch at that. 

So. Not that you really need an excuse to laugh. But if you did, next Monday would be the perfect opportunity to do so. Come on out to Jazz at Jack's, get your drink on, exercise your funny bone, hang with friends new and old and do a good deed for a very good friend. 

Hope to see you there!