Um, hello?
::wonders if her friends are even on LJ anymore::
For those of you that are, hi. :3
Been gone for a bit, but no one's surprised by that anymore, right? ^_^;;
Lots of ups and downs in the extreme, lately.
A close family friend passed away recently after a 10 year battle with breast cancer. I'm pretty much okay. I mean, I liked her a lot and I'm sad, but my tie wasn't that close. Mostly I was worried for my mom, who took it very very hard, since they were best friends.
In a strange stroke of fortunate misfortune, it happened right before a big vacation, so with a little shifting of plans, my whole family was in town to support my mom (as well as their family) and attend funeral/wake type events, then head out for a week of fun to help take our mind off things.
On a brighter note, I just came back from said vacation.
It was pretty awesome.
I finally did it.
Skydiving!
With my family. We are so crazy. :D
I LOVED every second.
Okay, well, maybe not quite so much the part where I got this epic nosebleed that gushed down the back of my throat from the force of the wind, but everything else was suh-weet.
I have to say, though, I experienced a slightly disappointing lack of fear. I kept waiting for that moment where the adrenaline would gush, and I'd start shaking, and common sense would go 'man, what am I doing, no way, no way' and I'd have to beat it into submission where it belonged; but it never happened.
The potential was there for one split second when it was my turn to go and I was crouched in the doorway with my toes poking over the edge, staring down a drop of 14,000 feet (which looks like this by the way) and my brain finally caught up to what I was doing, but the tandem guy didn't even give the thought time to settle. One second I'm going O,O 'oh FUC--" and the next I'm spinning through the air. Sideways.
It was awesome.
For those of you that are, hi. :3
Been gone for a bit, but no one's surprised by that anymore, right? ^_^;;
Lots of ups and downs in the extreme, lately.
A close family friend passed away recently after a 10 year battle with breast cancer. I'm pretty much okay. I mean, I liked her a lot and I'm sad, but my tie wasn't that close. Mostly I was worried for my mom, who took it very very hard, since they were best friends.
In a strange stroke of fortunate misfortune, it happened right before a big vacation, so with a little shifting of plans, my whole family was in town to support my mom (as well as their family) and attend funeral/wake type events, then head out for a week of fun to help take our mind off things.
On a brighter note, I just came back from said vacation.
It was pretty awesome.
I finally did it.
Skydiving!
With my family. We are so crazy. :D
I LOVED every second.
Okay, well, maybe not quite so much the part where I got this epic nosebleed that gushed down the back of my throat from the force of the wind, but everything else was suh-weet.
I have to say, though, I experienced a slightly disappointing lack of fear. I kept waiting for that moment where the adrenaline would gush, and I'd start shaking, and common sense would go 'man, what am I doing, no way, no way' and I'd have to beat it into submission where it belonged; but it never happened.
The potential was there for one split second when it was my turn to go and I was crouched in the doorway with my toes poking over the edge, staring down a drop of 14,000 feet (which looks like this by the way) and my brain finally caught up to what I was doing, but the tandem guy didn't even give the thought time to settle. One second I'm going O,O 'oh FUC--" and the next I'm spinning through the air. Sideways.
It was awesome.