Welcome to the insanity that I call my life...

I'm gonna be honest with you here. The idea of posting my life on the internet scares the hell out of me. Just the thought of some random person reading about my life makes the little hairs on my neck rise. And that's usually around the point where I realize.. I am one of those people. I have countless blogs bookmarked of people I've never even met. And as I'm periodically checking in on these strangers lives, I find myself saying "Wow, little Timmy is getting so big!" or "Ooh, I love what they've done with the place" and then I have to remind myself... I have no idea who these people are. So, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Right? And after some convincing (Thanks, Dede) and the realization that I better start documenting my life before I forget it, I am here. So I hope you enjoy. 

So where the heck do I start?! I can honestly say there is never a dull moment in this crazy life of mine. Countless times throughout the day I question whether I'm being punk'd or my life is a movie set, like the Truman Show. There's days where I think I've walked straight outta the set of Grey's Anatomy with all the seriously's I say.. Seriously?? Seriously! I sometimes wish I had a reality show just for validation that I'm not crazy, and really, crazy things happen to me. 

I wouldn't say that I'm clumsy or cursed, I just really think that God has a sense of humor and he knew that I was the type of person to laugh about it, when others would cry. I can't wait to look back on my life when I'm older and laugh till I pee in my Depends. Who wants to join me?

So my first entry isn't really a funny one, but its about something I experienced that I will never ever forget. And I think its worth sharing. 

Today I went down to San Clemente with my best friend, Sol. We were just going to stroll along the shops, grab a bite, and just relax. We ended up having lunch at this restaurant on the pier and afterwards went to sunbathe for a bit. When we walked up to the sand there were all these tents set up and tons and tons of people crowded around them. We couldn't figure out what was going on. I thought surf competition.. and then Sol pointed out that no one was looking towards the water. Minor detail. Ha ha. So we found a spot and began the basking process, even though it wasn't all that sunny out. I was still curious what was up... I needed to know if all these cute surfer boys was a weekly occurrence. Mama wants grandkids after all. :) 

Then I ran into a friend of mine that said it was a memorial for this guy who lost a battle with cancer. 22 years he'd been battling it. I'm not sure what type. Everyone was there to do one last "paddle out" for him. He was big in the surfing community there, judged surf competitions, made surfboards, etc.. So it was a final tribute for him. And then all of a sudden you see everyone getting ready to hit the waves.. It was crazy. Surfers coming out of the woodwork.. no joke, I swear there was like 200 people paddling out. And the entire pier was lined with people too. Young, old, male, female.. it was unbelievable! Me and Sol couldn't take our eyes off the whole thing. A lot of them were wearing these leis, and also taking flowers and rose petals to release into the waves. So the shore was sprinkled with petals. It was beautiful. And right when they all began to paddle out, the clouds broke and it totally warmed up. I had chills all over my body. The whole experience was so moving. 

Once they were all out, they formed this huge circle, joined hands and just started chanting and yelling and splashing water in the air. It was a complete celebration of life for this man. I felt so honored to be a part of it. I have tears in my eyes and chills right now just thinking about it. Its so crazy to think that this man, everyone called him "Midget", probably had no clue how many people loved and cared for him. I wish I had the words to express the feelings I had being there. I've never had so many chills, and felt such a strong presence than being there on that beach today. I kept thinking about that Brad Paisley song, "When I get where I'm going"... It captured that moment perfectly. 

"When I get where I'm going, there'll be only happy tears. I will shed the sins and struggles I have carried all these years. I'll leave my heart wide open. I will love and have no fear. Yeah, when I get where I'm going, don't cry for me down here.."

Midget's heart must be so full after what he witnessed from above. I know mine is. Even though I am terrified of sharks and the ocean, I want every one to know that I will be there to celebrate their final "paddle out". My friend offered me a board to join in and I said no. I'm still kicking myself for that one. 

The paddle out. You can see the circle in the distance. 

The rose petals washing up on the beach.