Again, I HATE this...

Why do I have to realize what I take for granted until something for someone else happens? My parents' neighbours lost their house this morning. The one silver lining is my parents were pretty instrumental in making sure everyone was alive.

Life...

Life has been crazy busy, and swirling around like a hurricane (insert cheesy 80's music reference)... not that I have downtime right now, BUT I'm making time to blog right now.

I've made a decision...

I've made my decision. I am going to stay a kid forever. Just call me Peter Pan living in Neverland.
I remember wanting nothing more than to grow up and do whatever I wanted. Guess what, it sucks!!
Seriously, if I could be between 5-7, life would be awesome. I loved kindergarten through grade 1. My best friends from then are still friends today... can't always say that about friends from other times. You said how you felt, and it was okay to cry if you were frustrated (because most of the others would cry by the end of the week).
Everyone had a fair shot at playing something. I don't remembered being bullied until later in elementary, so this was an experimenting time. Imagination wasn't something to hide - it was needed! How else would you play at recess?
Am I glamorizing this? Absolutely. Just like a kid does about growing up. I don't like budgeting and money... let me live off an allowance and not worry about bills, loans, savings and the like.
People would be proud of anything you try, not snicker at what looks like a feeble attempt (like me running!)
On the other hand, I love my job - most of the time, my friends, my adventures... just still wish for the simpler times.
With that, good night!!

Another randomness post

So many things, so much brain fog... maybe saying (blogging?) the ridiculous ones out of my head will help. At least it will be good for a laugh :)

Change of philosophy

Growing up, there was an understanding at home that you didn't complain. Not just the whining, but if you were feeling horrible, you worked through it. My parents (especially Dad) believed that if you made a commitment, only death could be an excuse. More often than not, people would be depending on you, and really, excuses mean very little.

2011

Well, I'm sure I'll be sleeping in a few minutes (not a great feeling day), but I feel like I should commemorate the end of year. Why? I don't know. I've never been a huge fan of NYE (probably because my parents aren't)... sometimes I'll go to friends' houses, but never anything big. Tonight, in pj's, ready to crash.
I started this blog in 2011 - as a photo challenge, but it has evolved. I don't mind that at all - we all evolve as people, so why not what I use to 'vent?' And really, blogs don't need to have rules :)
Here's what I remember from 2011 (my warped view, of course - the only one that counts here lol)

Lest we forget

It's the day of the year, where we remember the sacrifices made by people in the past, and now, in the present. While I remember people from other wars, this day always makes me focus on WWII.
Both of my grandfathers were involved in the war, but very differently. One was in the military, the other a conscientious objector.