2013

2013 is my last year of my plan. Before enacting my financial plan.

2013 I want to travel. I want to see my tribe.

Meredith. My rock and stone. My family base. The one I've known the longest. Laughing so hard at twirly things, riding in a red camero, teaching me how to drive a stick shift and carrying my hope when I had no hope.

Rizzo. My goodness women the last time we saw each other your first born was in your arms. 52 card pick up, Friday nights, Nordies. The woman I trusted with my off spring even though my second born's first serious injury happened in your charge. I didn't worry because you were already a better mother than me before you had children. And btw, the reason we were late was because asshat had to stop at the border and win his money back. For that, I dearly apologize.

Texas. You hold my web friend and cohort, Annie. The girl who everyday encourages me to believe. And Steve. The child that I almost lost several times but always makes me laugh. Loves me dearly, defensively and in whom I can have full conversations via looney tunes and other relevant family movies. Shoot me now, shoot me now!

Grace. Need I say more? Your name says it all. It might be a summer trip so we can float in your pool and just talk. The girl who comes in third of length of knowing me. Duty stations, military life and willing to travel with me to my own grave plot. That's friendship. Oh, and roll tossing. That has to be there, too.

Virginia. My spiritual home. Friends who lived and breathed through two ministries, homeschooling, marriage and divorce and even death. This also will have to be in summer because I dearly need to break my seven in a row streak of riding apollo's chariot. And yes, alcohol will be involved.

I also like to visit Hawaii. That one might have to wait.

But trust me tribe, I want to see you. I'll get there. You provide the couch and food.


Xoxo, Dancer.