This blog and I have been through a lot together: graduate school, first jobs, second jobs, cross-country moves, third jobs, fourth jobs, funerals, an engagement, a marriage ... and a divorce. 

We've learned a lot, grown even more and we're still adventuring. 

Let's adventure together.

Grand Canyon Vacation

I'm not afraid to die. Whoa, weird statement, right? Here's the DL, the guy who gave me my big chipmunk cheeks peaced-out with I was 6. He was a whoppin' 25. Since, I'm approaching the same age - it's a little weird. And, then it's not - all at the same time.

I live life to conquer the world, but because I never want people I care about to have to worry about anything - I've made grown up decisions.

This all leads to this:

*Phone Rings*

Joe (aka, my dad since I was 6, the reason I call him Joe is a later post): hello

me: I need your Social Security number

Joe: why?

me: I might die.

Joe: ok?

me: You can have my money

Joe: What do you want me to do with it?

me: I don't care. Go on vacation, I guess.

Joe: where.

me: It's only 3 percent of my salary - so the Grand Canyon?

Joe: I've always wanted to go there.

me: Well, have fun :-)

Joe: ok.

me: bye.


To be fair, there are different types of funny in this world. I just happen to like mine - thank you very much.

Tacky Christmas.

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