Memories

I did first aid and CPR training with the Red Cross this week. I had to laugh when they pulled out a stack of the grey blankets for us to use. They brought back memories...when I was a senior in high school, I went with a group to Mexico during spring break. We were camping, and happened to be there during a really big storm. When out campsite started flooding, we decided it was time to go home. Pushing the vans we came in up a muddy hill was no small feat. As we drove toward the border, someone got on a cell phone and arranged for us to stay at a church in San Diego that night. When we got closer, we found out that the police had appropriated the church as their base for a "situation" that was taking place across the street. The pastor at the church had called the Red Cross, and declared us refugees for the night. We were directed to an elementary school in El Cajon where we spent the night. On squeaky cots. With those itchy grey blankets to keep us warm.

Good memories. Probably no one reading this knew me then. Still good memories.

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I don't know what I did, but I lost my layout...and my cute backgrounds. Oh well.

Confession

Texas might be growing on me. The wildflowers this spring were amazing, and I have some good friends here. That being said, I still miss mountains and seasons.

It's a good kind of crazy to be

I called my best friend for her birthday on Wednesday. As she was crazy busy all day, I didn't really get to talk to her until the next day. She had a great birthday-her husband spoiled her, and I was happy to hear about it. When she asked how I've been, I started telling her about life in Texas. It's been over 90 degrees already...I got hit on by a body builder at the mailbox at my apartment complex...I'm playing both soccer and softball with a work league (which I love, in spite of the fact that we've lost all of our games up to this point-having good people on the team makes it fun)...some people that I went to church with as a kid want to set me up with someone who lives 1,700+ miles from San Antonio...I'm planning a trip to Europe with a friend of a friend I've never met; the list goes on. She was laughing about some things, but mostly thought I was crazy for planning a trip to Europe, first alone, and still when she found out I was going with a travel buddy. Whom I've never met. But who sounds nice enough over the phone. I trust the mutual friend that suggested we hook up to take this trip together (thanks Dave).

I'm super excited about everything, and I think that if I'm crazy, it's a good kind of crazy to be. My passport expires next year, and I'd like to add some stamps before that happens!