think about it

Funny how a simple statement can really urk you. My cousin was trying to get me to learn how to do a backflip on a trampoline and my brain just would not connect with my legs to flip over... After the 20th try, I decided to give it a rest for the day. Bah! Yet, I just hated the feeling of semi-quitting.
Recalling my failed attempts at backflipping, a statement came to mind: "Is the Risk greater than the Reward?" Thoughts flooded in, "if you land wrong you could break your neck! or arm, and even if you just break a finger...your starting massage school in 2 weeks" "do you really want to be a gimp or, at that, a parapalegic when you begin classes??" Hmmmm, in this case I weighed the Risk greater then the Reward of...of...being able to actually do what I couldn't do before.
My mind went to lots of other things that I have done on the flip side. "I think I will jump off of this 40 ft cliff into water...my Risk is high, but man, that Reward will sure be nice when I feel weightless before hitting the water below." Some may think that more stupid then the previous situation, yet my mind works differently in these cases.
But, what about when the Reward is amazingly "wow", the Risk is huge, but you are so addicted to that "thing" it makes the Reward appear puney?
aha! think on this: What was Jesus Risk and Reward for coming to this earth and saving humanity??

No this is not me...but it is one crazy nutso picture, don't you think?? I wonder who is more uncomfortable, the baby or the mommy?

How would you like to wake up to this every morning?

macbook. the unbreakable is temporarily broken.

traveling vacation

From Prescott to Bakersfield to LA to Las Vegas back to Bakersfield...All in one weeks time. Oh the adventures untold! Needless to say, there were only small repercussions. Hmmm, twas a price to pay, but the trips were sweet.

Beginning in Prescott: My emotions were on a roller coaster ride as we packed my car to leave that beloved camp. It would be the last time in a long time to be there. And how I savored every moment. The rain was coming down in buckets toward the time to head out...so I waited a little longer in anticipation of the 8 hr. journey to my other home. I can't believe Brian Haynes managed to fit a massage table, 2 bins, 3 big bags, a small side table, my guitar, and several bags of misc. items all into "Jimmy Tex" (my '99 Jeep Grand Cherokee). Though I had no rear visibility, and rode by my lonesome the trip was a success!

From Bakersfield to LA: With about a day at my parent's house to unload, hug, kiss and then leave again, I found myself right back in the car again. Only this time, I actually had a backseat and rear visibility again. The time down there was a blast! Greeted with homemade tortillas and mole made from scratch I went to Hispanic Heaven. Thank you Abuelita Tina! From then on it was a mixture of creative outfits and tromping all over the town...by metro!
Ok, so I've been told that I don't have much street smarts. Listen here, I went on the bus and metro with lots of eccentric, and very normal people--and survived! So there. I'm a bit smarter, I suppose.

One of the highlights was going to the vintage shops. It was transporting each of us back in time. I could quite figure out which era to be in, so they were combined sometimes.
Along with the shopping came dress up, of course. The next day was @ the Getty Museum. Now, if you have not experienced this wonderful fusion of art, history, and nature...which in fact is free...then you must take time to do so. Much culture to be enjoyed, indeed. But, it didn't stop there! That night we experienced the best Vegan Thai cuisine in LA! By far it was a dance of flavor with our taste buds.

Oh the joy, indeed...playing in fountains and singing our own operas, it was pure and unrestrained fun.

As for the trip to Las Vegas: Boy, who knew that I'd have the wonderful privilege of driving for another 7 hours. Yet, at the thought of my adopted little sister and her family, it was all worth while. I watched Angel graduate from high school to enter her next step of life. Nutso that I just did that, what, 6 years ago? Ok, so I'm beginning to feel old-ish. The service was really nice. Ending the whole shabang with a delightful trip home driven mostly by the lovely Pamela...thanks a million, lady!

Oh, yes...sleep, thats whats supposed to come next when you get home from a string of gypsy-like adventures. Yet, I suppose that can wait. Until then...signing off, finally sort-of settling in one place for a "long" period of time. Perhaps.