Trail Rated

Rose Dawn enjoying a rosey dawn in the desert.

One year ago today, my trusty jeep, Rose Dawn, landed me in this sunny, sparkly place that I now call home: Nevada. The trip was long and sometimes hot, but always interesting. At times the road twisted, its very end disappearing from sight even, but we navigated on, my trusty co-pilot, my jeep, the mutt, and I. Long hours and days we spent following a well marked trail whose end, interestingly enough, was not well marked. The end was another beginning, as I landed in an unknown place, and the start of a most eventful year.

Because I like to write, and because my writing entertains him, as a thank you to my homey for these past 366 days of adventure, I will share some of the lessons I've learned in our past year:

1. If there's a potential for food to be dropped, it will land on my homey's shirt. We are busily working out a prototype of the "Man Bib" as I type. Details for sales and/or franchise opportunities coming soon!
2. Sometimes scary is exciting, but sometimes it causes one to squeeze her eyes very tightly shut! Tokyo can keep its damn drift as far as I'm concerned!
3. Arguing and debating are two different beasts. Confusing one for the other is no fun,  but can also lead to unnecessary confusion and trouble. So let's not argue, homey. A good debate is always better!
4. The unexpected can be wonderful or it can be painful, BUT if you don't let in the potential for the unexpected you never know which it might be! (Admit it, you're expecting me to make a Forest Gump reference here, aren't you? Nope. Not gonna do it.)
5. Perspective is everything: I'm not yelling at you, homey, just scolding* a little. I can't help it if my voice tends to carry. It's genetics. I swear. Ask my sisters :)
6. Romantic love is sweet and required, at times, to cause things to rise... like goosebumps, for instance. But practical love is my favorite kind, most days. And just so you're in the know, here's a taste of the practical stuff:

• Homey rolls over in bed, to stop snoring, as soon as I poke him in the ribs, with nary a grumble.
• Homey has given me a helping hand (or hauling me completely) out of the bathtub on many occasions, to prevent slip and fallage.
• Cleaning (because I hate to), making coffee every morning (because I am not a morning person), offering to do (fill almost anything in the blank) for me even though I refuse the help over and over.
• Refusing to say "I told you so" when his help may have prevented disastrous results.

Actual disastrous results.

Many friends thought I was nuts to uproot my life for an unknown entity so far away. At times I even wondered "what the heck was I thinking??" But there are times in life when you have to follow a hunch and take a chance. Life is all about adventure. Life is all about love. Life is all about sharing. 

Wait. Wait. Now just wait one cotton pickin' minute. Which one is it?

That's an easy one for me to answer after this past year: 

Life is all about sharing adventures
with the one you love.

And you can quote me on that! (But if you do, please back link to this page. This blog's Google rating is pitiful.)

*While "fact checking", i.e. looking up words on thesaurus.com, I find that scolding is synonymous with words such as berate, castigate,  disparage, lecture, nag, rake over the coals, tell off... No wonder my poor homey thinks I'm yelling. Henceforth, instead of "scolding", I will attempt to simply redirect (as in alter, modify, switch, turn aside, whirl) his thinking. Yeah, that's better :)

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