just do it

With apologies to Nike, that has become my philosophy on life. Not because I can run faster than anybody in their shoes...but because it's the only way not to miss any special moments. You know what they say about life being short and all. If, for instance, one has a passion for something and doesn't follow their heart, that person will never know what would have happened had they not taken a blind leap of faith. That's what happened to the air ambulance crew that crashed in West Tennessee yesterday morning, very close to landing safely at their base. They had successfully delivered their patient from a rural hospital to the nearest metro and were heading back in when lightning struck. All three crew members died, among them a former co-worker at the sawmill. She was a vivacious tough as nails nurse, formerly of our ER who left for greener pastures in the sky. Her nursing partner leaves a four year old behind to wonder why. The pilot was probably very close to retirement and looking forward to time with his grandchildren. All gone to heaven, in the blink of an eye. Act of Big Ernie?

We are approaching Holy Week here on the lane with high hopes of big hugs from the kid and his parents in a few days. It's been a year so he's learned a few new tricks like talking and walking. This should be interesting to say the least. Wonder how hard "aunt poopie" is to say?

I got out was forcibly taken from my safe haven to the kudzu bar yesterday evening to discuss party plans for our next shingdig which may or may not include toys for sale. This old gal will be there with bells on as there is no sign of a sugardaddy in my near future. Not even a nibble.

Ya'll have a merry fantabulous weekend ^j^