latest trip to the border . . .

If you followed this BLOG when it was fresh and relevant to our Group Therapy adventure, you know that our story obviously had to come to an end, right? This is how we paused our journey: 


(late 2011)

Memories . . .

Here we are, no more Cabo adventure, just us being 50  .  .  . at the moment I'm watching the movie Julie & Julia, based on a true story about a young women searching for her purpose, deciding on a whim to BLOG about cooking her way through Julia Child's cookbook, “Mastering the Art of French Cooking. ” I was inspired the first time I saw the movie, but today, it drew me back to the computer to dive back in to Chapter 2. The BLOG must continue.  

Aren't we all looking for a purpose, something bigger than what we are individually. That is certainly the essence of this movie. And I suppose the essence of this BLOG. We are all so stressed, living life with mortgages and teenagers and a bad economy. So we thought a little humor would be just what the doctor ordered if the doctor was ordering something. You know, how often might you say, "too funny" and laugh hysterically? We think too funny should be a daily occurrence. Don't you? So, we are officially transitioning from our wonderful Group Therapy Cabo adventure to our everyday "life" adventures. But we need you! Send us your stories to add to this archive. If you are at least 12 months from turning 50, or you are 50 or over, please send us your stories. We would love to add them to our BLOG! We will also be opening up our membership in the coming weeks so stay posted on how you can join our exclusive club. If you have a story to share, please forward to ngagethehumor@gmail.com. 

To be continued  .  .  .  

May 3, 2012

Okay, now we are ready to continue!

Today was the day. Two of us, Samantha and Carrie, were headed to the border. No, not the Mexican border, although I can see how you might think that if you were a loyal follower of our Cabo adventure. No, I'm talking about the Alabama/Georgia border. Three guesses why, and the first two don't count. (I never really understood that silly phrase so why I'm using it here only demonstrates what I already know but you are obviously, possibly painfully, figuring out: I'm pretty rusty BLOGGING!) No worries, I'm a professional (at something anyway) so bear with me while I shake off the dust and jump back in.

Where was I  .  .  .  oh yes, our little trip to the border. We weren't leaving Charlotte out. She was in Atlanta and we concocted the plan rather last minute. (we so wish she still lived down-the-street) This morning, we were going to jump in the car, no showers or make-up, and head to nearest gas station just across the Georgia state line. Why? LOTTERY tickets! While some folks think that "Playing the Lottery" is a bad idea, we think it is the only way we will ever potentially see unbelievable wealth, so why not? The Alabama state legislature has over-ruled any Alabama lottery initiative for years. No doubt the divide is wide between morally convicted, upstanding citizens on both sides of the equation. I intellectually understand each side of the debate. But I, as anyone who really knows me, has a rather staunch philosophy concerning the lottery, any lottery for that matter: somebody has to win eventually and it might as well be me! 

Now before you start formulating your anti-lottery comments (although trust me when I say any comment would be better than the "silent BLOG vacuum" this little periodical has suffered by my admitted neglect) rest assured that I don't travel to the border very often and I typically only buy lottery tickets a couple of times a year. But I do but tickets for weeks and months at a time hoping to pick that lucky combination, to change life as I know it forever. And also, please know that I would probably be the MOST generous lottery winner in the history of ALL lottery winners. I believe in giving back and give back I would!

So, where am I actually going with this story? (before you have another birthday that is) Samantha and Carrie were headed out but were stopped by the weather. The weather? What was there, a hurricane with winds in excess of 150 miles per hour? Was there a tornado or flood with basketball size hail? Surely either of those scenarios would have prevented the hour and a half drive to possible financial freedom and life altering return. No, it was raining on and off and they just decided it was just a little too dangerous. Driving in the rain that is  .  .  .  OMG, we are our mothers! No offense to them of course, but oh my goodness! A short twenty five years ago we would have driven ten hours for such frivolity, with much less potential return on the investment. As a matter of fact, in college, Charlotte and Carrie did just that: drove to Key West, from a little college town in Alabama called Auburn (you may have heard of it if you haven't been living under a rock .  .  .  WAR EAGLE! - Sorry Samantha! We'll get a T-town mention in here really, really soon  .  .  . ) to watch their favorite band, Telluride. That trip took twenty-one hours (one way) and several days during their spring break. Honestly, the memory is still fun to think about, but the thought of riding in a car for twenty-one hours for anything or anyone is well beyond this 50 year old frame. And how sad is that!

The morale of this story: Grab whatever FUN you can whenever you have the strength, time or inclination. In twenty five more years, we may think the drive-through at Mickie-D's is BIG TIME. Pray that's not the case!

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To be continued  .  .  .