In reading over last blog I realize I left a couple things out. I must have hit something and deleted part of it. So what I should have said was: "been with my son on his first time on an airplane; seen Donny Osmond (see previous blog)". Now it might make sense to anyone who reads it. Not that anyone will....lol.

My son was just a few days short of being 20 when we boarded the airplane for his first time flying. And then we changed planes 2 times along the way, so he actually got to ride in 3 different ones. and he loved it. Seems strange that he was almost 2o his first time. I've been riding in airplanes as far back as I can remember, probably since I was born. My dad was an Air Traffic Controller and also had a pilot's license (for small planes). I was often on a plane traveling to and from Florida (amongst other places) where his parents lived. It's just second nature to me. And in saying this I realize that there are so very many people who haven't been outside Buffalo let alone on an airplane, which is hard to fathom in this day and age. So I guess I am very lucky.

New Year's Resolutions?

A new day, a new year, a new me. Doesn't that just sound like a "canned" statement. I don't understand New Year's resolutions. I mean, if you want to change something in your life, why does it have to be a New Year's resolution? Why can't it be a "today is the first day of the rest of my life" resolution made at any given moment, on any given day, in any given year? Because what if I waited til New Year's to make resolutions and then died on Jan 2nd? I would have wasted all that precious time in between to start "the rest of my life." Just sayin.

So in that light, my New's Years resolution is to blog more. I started this blog because I do love to write. At least I used to. Writing was my way of organizing my thoughts, of getting out feelings, and of trying to figure things out. When I would write letters to friends I would write pages and pages. I still joke that I used to write "novels". I guess if you've read my blog entries - or are reading this one - you'd get the idea. Maybe I should have been a writer. But then that would involve research and time and I really don't want to do that. I just want to be able to sit down and write a story and have it turn out good. And have people love it. But I've gotten off track haven't I?

2010 was a pretty darn good year I guess. I've kept my house, met the man of my dreams (aka Paul Byrom), seen my favorite group in concert 3 times, traveled to UT where I lived for a year but haven't been back to in 25 years, traveled back home cross country, been with my oldest son on previous blog), solidified friendships, had lovely gatherings with friends and family at the holidays, kept employment, been able to pay bills and made some amazing discoveries in researching my Family History.

On the down side, it has also been a year of sadness with friends passing -both totally unexpectedly so soon. I don't like crying - I've done way too much of that in my life - but with my friend Susan's passing I couldn't hold back the tears; for 3 days. And my friend Alaska put my feelings so eloquently into words: "Death, even when expected, brings paralyzing sadness..." I'm angry - that young, vibrant, absolutely amazing people are taken from us, from me, while absolutely horrible, wretched people are left. And although I totally without question understand the Plan of Salvation, it doesn't make my heart hurt any less.

So in blogging more, I hope that this will be filled with new insights, great writing, and inspiration and no boring stuff. One can only hope!