Bday Shenanigans!
23 May 2012 1 Comment
Hi there! Well here I am falling off the blog wagon again! You all need to make sure this doesn’t happen 
Can I get a sponsor?? Although, I must say, I have a fairly good excuse. I have been working my big fanny off! Don’t worry, it’s only slightly worn off. I don’t want you to for one minute think I might not be be able to knock things off counters with my double bubble. This job has me running at all cylinders, which I can assume you might have guessed, is utterly perfect for me. Not only that, it’s in the travel industry, which is easily one of my biggest passions. Throw in a little bit of travel planning, a heavy dose of event planning, and a smidge of marketing and you have yourself one happy Bobbi. The only way it could get better is if they’d let me have an hour dance session for my break. Well, I mean I guess I could go do that anyhow, but then everyone would think I’m weird, which is why I have to limit my dancing exclusively to me, myself, and I. Such a shame!
Well my 31st bday week couldn’t have began any better. Who has a sad face at an amusement park like six flags? You’d have to really suck at life. I mean really suck, like you go to visit your grandma and she tells you to stop being a loser and put her dentures in. Gag. It’s astonishing the way that they have revolutionized rollercoasters. I pretty much assume that time travel is coming around the bend after we rode the x2. I’m still trying to figure out what happened on that ride but it was the closest ride to skydiving I’ve ever been on! Oh ya, and I went whale watching and didn’t see ANY whales. I guess I was sick part of the time so that didn’t help, but I did manage to get a view pics of some seals having a party checking out the humans in the boat. Then we went to watch the ALS documentary about Jason Becker, an AMAZING guitar player who was stricken with ALS right at the peak of his success. This man records music by moving his chin up and down and linking his eyes. Having witnessed my father go through such struggles with ALS he might as well have been the Messiah to me! I highly encourage you to watch “Not Yet Dead” when you have a moment. It dumbfounds me the amount of courage he has, and the amount of passion for music in his soul. Truly moving.. And the icing on the cake was our double bday party of course, in which I paraded around and introduced all of my new LA friends to one another. I believe I told a girl she had a great “danceittude.” Yep, went there. It wasn’t a great showing unfortunately, but that’s ok. I’m learning a few quality friends are much better than a lot of half ass ones!
I have a words to say about aging though, and that is what a royal pain is the asterisk it is! I turned around to ask someone a question the other day and I had a sprain in my neck for like an hour. Hangovers are brutal. What is good about this? I guess when I have children it will be the fact that my cup of wisdom will spilleth over and they will be the first ones to drink from the cup, unless I get a monkey. Then the monkey gets ALL the wisdom, and the kids just learn to fling poo. Wait a minute.. lol
Well, that’s it for me until after my Oregon visit! Signing out! <3
~Live to Inspire~
Californication
28 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
I know, I know, I know.. It’s been a LONG long time since I have written. Forgive me for getting a little Lost in LALA Land. It appears that is easy to do here. Maybe it’s just a surge in vitamin d that makes you forget about all those suffering in the gray NW;) I got my fix over Christmas -don’t you worry!
I’ve lived in California about 3 months now,but I can say I’m still an Oregon girl at heart. Why? Because I’m real. I smile when a stranger walks by. Or maybe that’s just a me thing..not sure:) I have more than my own intentions in mind when I’m having a conversation. My first question is not “what do you do?” My question is what is your name or where are you from? BUT I can play the role LA. I can play the role because I realize that in order to be here you have to be a little more selfish, but if you can manage to not get all kanye west (stay grounded) and make friends in LA, you have found the key to success. That key, I believe is time management. Well, and a bit of a competitive streak. I have told numerous people that if you don’t have the right personality here, you’ll get chewed up and spit out. I’ll be damned if I let LA conquer me! On that note, I thought it might interest some of you to have a brief synopsis of my experiences thus far,so here goes nothing.
Yes I know..TRAFFIC SUCKS! It’s brutal and not only between the hours of 5-7, though I can’t say I didn’t expect that coming here. It’s been an even bigger adjustment for me considering the fact that I used to think Portland was a big city. Combine that with a directionally challenged girl who can’t seem to find her way out of a wet paper sack and you have a driving disaster. Exactly where is this 1/16 native american at anyhow? I could use those navigation skills! Imagine my surprise when I was constantly being honked at my first couple weeks here and couldn’t figure out why! Oh, they are honking because I’m NOT turning on the red. MY BAD!
YES, LA can be expensive as hell. The rent is a little outrageous in some places, yet others I find comparable to downtown Portland. Going out to eat at fancy restaurants is what will really rob you. Our guacamole at a mexican restaurant one night was $28! Next time the guac costs that much I am asking to be spoon fed and it better come with a donkey!
YES, LA can be pretentious. There are girls here that look like a prototype that could only be configured by the guys from weird science(oh god I love the 80′s!) They are pretty– PRETTY DRY BORING AND DENSE. They are obsessed with nothing but their image. I can see how living here too long can change a person if you let yourself become a product of your environment. BUT,you also don’t have to look too hard to find someone who confirms that there is life among the stepford wives. They are revitalizing and they remind you why you live here again. You can meet people from ANYWHERE here. One night I happened to join a group of friends and we were all discussing the differences between the east coast and the west coast and whatnot. One guy says ” Isn’t Oregon just full of hipsters?” I laughed hysterically. Look at what we are known for!
HOWEVER, for all of the flaws contained in this city, I thrive off the energy here. It’s the city where dreams are made and destroyed, sometimes within the same month, and I guess I just like to be a part of the action. This city is bursting at the seams with people trying to live out their fantasies. It does make it competitive, and it does make you feel like somewhat of a rat in a big race,but who am I kidding? I’ve always been a part of the race, I’ve just got a few thousand more people to run next to now. Maybe they’ll help me, and maybe they wont, but I sure as hell will not let that dictate my future. And I have to say,shopping at your local Target and running into Molly Shannon is somewhat of a perk.
In reality, aren’t we all just trying to find a place that feels right? Somewhere we feel like we belong? There is going to be something wrong with every place you live. You just have to weigh the good against the bad and look for the positive things rather than the negative. In this case,thus far the cost of living + bad traffic is still worth jogging in the sun the day after Christmas:)
Happy Holidays everyone, and I’ll try to get out a year in review blog soon! xoxoxoxoxox
~Live to Inspire~
ALS Walk in memory of My Dad
17 Aug 2011 Leave a Comment
Dear Family and friends,
Hi! I hope that you are enjoying what very little Oregon summer we have left. I wanted to take a moment to speak with you about a disease and an organization that has become significant to my heart and my life over the past couple of years. Please take a moment to read it and pass it along to others if you so feel the need.
For those of you who don’t know, approximately 3 years ago my father Charles Gould was diagnosed with ALS (also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease). This disease is a completely fatal neuromuscular disease that kills nerve cells and deteriorates muscle tissue, making every day simple tasks such as walking and eating become a challenge. While the mind is unaffected throughout this process, it takes a huge toll on the person and families of the person affected by this disease, both from a financial and physical standpoint.
I can’t describe how much my heart crumbled to see my father go from being a healthy man full of life, to barely being able to walk, talk, or button his own shirt. The whole process makes you question your own spirituality and mortality, and discover the true meaning of life. Here I am, a year after my father’s passing, and while I have more good days than bad, I also have moments that feel just as real as the very day it happened. My goal is to continue to support and be an advocate for ALS, because while he may not be here in person, his spirit continues to shine in my life.
Some family members and I are participating in a fundraiser called “Walk to Defeat ALS” this year in Salem, Oregon on Sept. 17th at Noon. This walk gives me a sense of hope and creates awareness, but most importantly creates funds for the ALS organization, which is directed toward finding a cure for this debilitating disease. If you are anything like me, there is always something else that you need money for, but I also know that most, if not all of us, also have a few dollars that could be spent on something much more selfless than a starbucks latte.:)
My team’s name is Chuckies Entourage. I would be grateful if you could join us in this event that is not only beneficial to your health, but to funding and research for ALS as well. Even if you can’t walk, it would be amazing to support the association. Let’s strike out ALS!
Thank you in advance for your kindness and generosity. I know it means the world to my dad. Here is the link to my ALS homepage where you can donate to me, donate to our team, walk with us, or just simply donate: http://webor.alsa.org/site/TR?px=2390275&fr_id=7352&pg=personal.
Love,
Bobbi
Preface to: Journey to OZ
09 May 2011 Leave a Comment
I began this journey to Australia just as I do every time I travel abroad: anxiety stricken and extremely curious. For me to state that it didn’t cross my mind that I could be washed away in a flood or blown away by a hurricane would be a bold faced lie. Not to mention, traveling alone always throws extra obstacles your way. Will I get lonely? What if I don’t make new friends? Will I be safe traveling alone as a girl? Those are just a few thoughts that run through your mind before you embark on an adventure such as this and I’m here to inform you that while you might encounter some rough patches, the euphoric feeling you attain from overcoming these fears and challenges will make you a better person.
Of course you will get lonely from time to time, but it is within loneliness that you find the corners of your mind you never knew existed. If you don’t make new friends staying in a hostel I would just go ahead and consider yourself a loser. Or maybe, you just need to figure out better ways of connecting with other people. As for the safety issue, as a girl I trust my instincts and observe my surroundings. If you are street smart you shouldn’t have a problem traveling alone. Hopefully through my own words and story, I can motivate you to ascertain your own quest into the unkown, because if you think about it, what do you really have to lose? People are always so shocked that I have traveled alone. Wait, you went to Australia by YOURSELF? We, as people have a serious fear of isolation. I understand it completely. I have a habit of turning on the t.v. so that I don’t feel alone in a room. However, I also enjoy pushing myself beyond my external comforts and this is something that I believe people do not do nearly enough of.
25 Random things about ME:)
09 May 2011 1 Comment
1. I am completely and utterly addicted to natural ice chapstick and I have been since about 4th grade. It gets so bad that if I don’t have any, I will have to go to the store to buy more. Sometimes I fall asleep with them in my hand and its a death grip! I honestly don’t know what I would do if they went out of business.
2. I am clausterphobic due to the fact that one year in high school I decided to get into my locker and my “friends” thought it would be cool to shut the door and it got jammed. Horrific!
3. I can flare my nostrils so big that a nickel fits in sideways. I did it once in college, but don’t ask me to do it again cuz it was scary!
4. I am the biggest pack rat. Everything is a memory. I still have notes that people wrote to me in middle school!
5. I have auditioned to be on show the amazing race. Of course me and my friend didn’t make it, but we sure had good time acting out our little song and skit in our sports bras and soccer socks. hahaha
6. If I’m bored and have nothing else to do I’ll crank up my favorite dance song and let loose in my bedroom. I am unaware as to whether my roomates know about this, but I’m sure at this point they already assume I’m nuts so they’re used to it.
7. I am lobeless. I think it looks strange when I wear earrings because theres isn’t anything for them to hang on to. Is there such a thing as a lobe transplant?
8. Little babies scare the bajeesus out of me. I’m worried if I ever have one (when I find a good sperm donor that is) that I’m going to trip down some stairs and crack its head open. And don’t even get me started on childbirth! Ughh… adoption?
9. I am OCD about my hair. I’m always touching it, twirling it, messing with it. Any of you that have the frizzy/wavy/ insane mess that I do understand right? I dunno. My mom said when I was little I pulled all my dolls hair out of its head! I guess it’s something I’ve always done. LOL
10. I have a sick obsession with monkeys. I don’t know what it is. My theory is that I am part monkey and I feel at home with them. That might explain the hair obsession. (see#9)
11. I could claim that I fart more than any girl know..although I’ve never been challenged.
12. I have the funniest looking thumb you’ve ever seen in your life… but it’s a sign of royalty bitch!
13. I can hold a cup of water on my booty.
14. I slept in the street, just like a hobo. It was in europe so its ok though right?
15. I love whip cream. When I was little my grandma caught me eating a tub of cool whip underneath the kitchen table. Good times.
16. I have been kicked out of a taxi cab. (not my fault might I add)
17. When I first moved to Willamina in 5th grade nobody liked me because I smiled too much.
18. Thus far, I have not met one person who is as much of a liteweight when it comes to drinking as myself. At house parties it is really quite frustrating because I always pass out when everyone else starts getting drunk! In fact, I have strong reactions to caffeine as well. If I drink a cup of Mountain dew I am crawling up walls and energy drinks make me feel drunk and anxious. Odd.
19. I have a huge fear of public speaking. I believe it developed in college when I was discussing phermones and I said sex instead of secrete. Woops!
20. I am a typical Taurus..the nicest person in the world unless you anger me, and then the bull comes out! Let this be a lesson to all of you:)
21. I’ve always had this secret desire to be in the Guiness Book of World Records. I can’t decide what I want to hold a record for though. Any suggestions?
22. I have the libido of a 21- year old male. True story.
23. I can’t catch a softball to save my life. I’ve never even caught a pop fly!
24. I can’t burp. Occasionally I will do it on accident but I have no idea how to do it on purpose.
25. I have never broken a bone in my body. Where’s the wood?
And Life Goes On…
18 Oct 2010 1 Comment
On August 24th, 2010 my father succumbed to a 2 year battle with Lou Gerhigs disease and passed away to heaven, or the other side, or whatever you may like to refer to as the other existence our soul resides in when it escapes our body. I was numb for quite some time. So numb, in fact, I felt like my father took part of me with him when he left and it’s the main reason I haven’t even been able to write. I had to let my body process the emotions before I could think to string together sentences. For the first week or so I cried endless amounts of tears. The pain was immeasurable. I could do nothing but curl up into a ball and merely exist. I ate, slept, and watched movies for a good month. Being alone was completely out of question. Facing death is something I never thought I would have to do so soon.
However, I am pleased to report that it has now been almost two months since his passing and I am finally somewhat stable emotionally. I have bad days here and there, but the good outweigh the bad, and that’s all one can really hope for in this situation. I am fearful that my seasonal affective disorder (yes I have diagnosed myself) and the holidays may halt my progress, but I still see the glass half full and refuse to let it break my spirit. Grief is an awkward and disorderly process, but in the end I think it is something we ultimately must endure in order to value just how precious life is.
Since my dads passing I have learned to appreciate every moment I live RIGHT NOW. I take an extra moment to gander at something beautiful or more time to reflect on memories that make me feel good. I will not be the person who is 80 saying I wish I had done this or I wish I had done that. Furthermore, I have decided to conquer some of my fears, because when you live in fear of anything you are not truly living. I am going to learn to surf and I am in some way shape or form going to get over this clausterphobia of mine. When I start getting mad about something trivial or stupid I think about what he went through and I breathe. Simply breathe. My dad has become my center. Before he left he said that if he was reincarnated he would come back as me because I know how to have a good time! J Well dad, I won’t let you down. Good times WILL BE HAD! I love you and miss you. Always in my <3.
~Live to Inspire~
Shock
27 Aug 2010 1 Comment
There I sat, frozen in time, and speechless. People were moving, time kept on ticking, yet inside I was screaming, my father has one month to live! Don’t you understand?! Oh wait, you don’t care. You don’t know him. I guess I’ll continue on with my business then. How am I? I am just super. In reality, I don’t think you want to open this can of worms so I’m going to say I’m fine. I am in shock, but I’ll survive. Why? Because there is nothing else I can do. This my friends, is what makes me invincible. Granted, the pain is unbearable, but with this pain I know I will build an armor that cannot be touched.
It amazes me how we all react so differently in times of tragedy and crisis. I remember my friend losing her father back in high school and all I could think was, what in the world can I do or say to help her? Now that I see things from this side of the fence, I realize all I really needed to do was tell her I was there for her. As women, I believe it is in our nature to want to fix all of the world’s problems. When problems become too overhwelming for us, we become perplexed and frustrated. Sometimes we just need to realize that simply being there is enough.
As we all handle grief differently, I would like to take a moment to tell you all the way I operate. I am not the person who is going to ask for help. I will never tell you I need you. I have moments when solitude is completely refreshing, and I have moments when the silence eats away at my eardrums. I guess you would need to check in on me to be aware of the psychological progress at any given moment, because it is quite spectacular. Denial, anger, sadness, hurt, elation…it’s just one giant bipolar cocktail! Sometimes I want to go out and drink and forget about it all. Sometimes I’d rather just deal with it, because I know I’ll have to eventually. Besides that, I could be out doing something and have my mind be completely elsewhere anyhow. It sucks to be doing something so fun, yet not be able to even lose yourself in the moment because you are fixated on other thoughts. Maybe hitting some golf balls would help, or possibly shredding up some pillows? The people who ask me if there is anything they can do for me are the people I will NEVER forget right now.
I know there are others who have gone through this before, and I feel fortunate that this is the first time in my life I have had to deal with loss, but did it have to be a disease that is basically the most torturing thing I’ve had to witness? A disease that cripples you in every way possible, yet allows your brain to be completely functional so you know how much agony you are in. I possess an extremely high level of empathy, and am a bit like a sponge, yet I still can’t imagine what my father must be going through. I would be so tired of drinking damn Ensure by now! Can’t you throw some pizza in a blender or something?!
If there is anything to be learned from this, it is that we should never take for granted the people we have in our life. Always find a way to appreciate the people in your life who deserve it, and be thankful that you have clean running water, delicious food, and a shelter over your head. Be thankful you can even breathe!
Pre-30′s Crisis Revolt!
23 Jun 2010 2 Comments
As promised, I have wrote something that won’t require tissues.
I’ve been dreading turning 30 since I turned 29 this last May. Why you ask? I sincerely am getting to the point where I believe aging scares me nearly as much as drag queens and closed spaces. Just imagine me trapped in an elevator with RuPaul or something. Oh the travesty! It’s not the whole age that bothers me per say, but the expectations that come along with a certain age. I mean, come on, we all know deep down we had set certain goals for ourselves by the age of 30. Whether your goal was to have 8 kids and become a reality show star getting paid to have 8 kids, (I have to mention this because it just disturbs me to the core), or to get married and purchase a home to raise a happy family, or to live a life of wanderlust and take things as they come along, we all had something in mind. Well I’m here to tell you the best thing you can possibly do for your life is to banish ALL societal expectations placed upon you, and here is why…
When I was 21, 30 sounded light years away and I couldn’t possibly conceive where I might end up or what I would be doing with my life. I was in a long term relationship and I thought marriage and kids would probably be somewhere down the road, but as to when, I could not foresee. At the end of that relationship, I decided it was time to take a journey and reflect on life for a while. I took time off work and I booked a month long trip in Europe, all alone. It was by far the boldest move I’ve ever made in my life, and one of the most enriching as well, because on this quest I discovered a long lost person, MYSELF. It was at this moment that I realized all I wanted to do was travel the world and I didn’t want to conform at anyone or anything. If a marriage and children happened, then it happened, but I was by no means looking for it, and if it did happen I wasn’t going to expect it to be the light at the end of my tunnel. A large majority of the population make checklists for themselves. 1. go to school 2. graduate and either go to college or get a job 3. find a suitable spouse to marry that will put up with me for years to come 4. reproduce so our genes carry on. Why do we feel it’s so necessary to accomplish such goals? Are these things we really want or are we programmed to feel like this? I know I wanted this when I was 12, but this is because that is all that I knew. When do you take time off from the checklist just to LIVE?
So as many old cat lady spinster and relationship failure jokes as I may receive, I know that I have a lot to look forward to in my life, and even though I may be crying in a bathroom stall over all those failed relationships and snuggling with my cat later on my 30th birthday, I’ll wake up in the morning and realize that I have reached my sexual peak and am categorically now of puma status and there’s a whole world out there waiting to be conquered. Cheers to those who take the road less traveled…
~Live to Inspire~
Bobbi
What I’ve learned through the eyes of my father
27 Mar 2010 5 Comments
I’ve been visiting my dad more frequently these days, although it still pains me to see him in his condition. You better believe that there is no way in this world I am going to be sitting at his funeral wishing I could have done more or said something different to make his passing easier. The ALS is beginning to take a toll on the rest of his body and he has just become accustomed to getting around in his donated wheelchair. It was quite a shock to see him in the wheelchair the other day at the zoo and I really didn’t know what I had got myself into, but like anything new and challenging you have to push forward and deal with the obstacle at hand. I could tell he was feeling annoyed at the fact that we had to push him around all that day, but at least he has swllowed a small amount of pride and allowed us to care for him.
I can’t begin to describe what I’ve learned about life through the eyes of my father in the past year and a half. I feel like I’ve been reborn. Every little moment is precious. That day at the zoo when I met up with him I could sense everything around me in its purest form. The flowers smelled more fragrant, the sun was shining, and the universe was perfectly aligned for a day of family bonding. I was taking pictures on my camera, but even more pictures in my head. My father has been keeping a journal and writing comedic stories about his past and present and it just inspired me to do the same. He said that he doesn’t know anything about his great grandfathers and he wanted to write it so that future family generations could understand who he was. At that moment I thought how simple yet revolutionary his idea was. There is no better feeling than having a connection with a family member and knowing where your traits stem from.
I’ve always been a fairly strong person, and this situation has made me crumble from time to time, but my father has taught me that even the strong are allowed to be weak. It doesn’t make you a strong person to hold everything inside. In fact, it is quite the opposite, because people who are afraid to show their vulnerable side live in fear. And why is it that society teaches us to be so strong anyhow? Well, that is a whole other topic that we’ll save another blog for.
So anyhow, thank you dad. Thank you for making me appreciate life and treating every day as if it were my last. I have always lived by this philosophy, but I never truly felt it until now. You have shown me the world in a new light and I am forever grateful. And for those of you reading, I’m going to try and throw some less tear-jerkish material on here soon. Sorry:) lol This really is my only form of therapy.
~Live to inspire~
2009: In Review
31 Dec 2009 Leave a Comment
As 2009 comes to close, I’d like to take a moment to reflect on some of the more poignant turning points of the year. For me, it was a challenge to let go of the control I had over basically every aspect of my life. I guess at some point you realize you have to focus on the things you CAN control. You can’t control other people; whether it be how they feel about you or how they react to situtations. You CAN however, control your attitude and how you embrace the sweet and sour moments of life. I may not be able to find a cure for ALS to save my father, but let me tell you how much I savor the rare and limited amount of time we have together. I suppose that it is only the lowlights that make you realize how special the highlights are.
I also believe that there is inevitably a balance in life. Haven’t you ever noticed that while one part of your life is thriving then the other just seems to be flopping around like a fish out of water? Well, I must say I did land an amazing job this year that proves to be suiting me well, although the schedule is somewhat INSANE. Like any job, I complain about it here and there, but being a host has to be one of the most entertaining jobs you could possibly have. I mean, I’ve actually grown quite fond of some of my guests, and even the ones who yelled at me or hate me I look back on with amusement.
I moved to the Portland suburbs this year and people still ask me why I drive so far for work every day, to which I reply, well I like to be closer to my fun than my work. And as far as fun is concerned, I suppose I have had my fair share of that this year as well. I ventured to Cabo San Lucas for the second time with my parents. I wanted to go do the things in Cabo that I would normally be too hungover to do every day. I swam with dolphins, repeled, ziplined and I pushed myself beyond my limits. It was invigorating. Swimming with dolphins, by the way, is one of the coolest things I’ve ever experienced in my life. I wanted to take one home!
My birthday was a 20′s flapper/gangsta rage and most who came were decked to the nines. I had such a memorable birthday. Thank you to everyone who attended. These little things mean the world to me.
And summertime brought with it some of the most fondest memories of all. I joined a kickball team(shoutout mudmuckers!) and although I never made it to home base I met some of the coolest people and I rocked a monokini and tennis shoes playing kickball. It was on one kickball venture that I even tried and enjoyed my first beer…yes the first beer I’ve ever liked was…wait…wait for it… PBR! Yes, I am a redneck on the inside my people. Audrey, I miss you and you were the best capitain ever!
VEGAS–I will never forget the look on that mans face when leah and I were rolling around on the elevator floor dying of laughter(why were we laughing?) and he asks us where we are going. To which Leah replies: crazy and nowhere fast! Wanna come?! We scared the bejesus out of him! And of course there were many more moments of dancing and ludicrous pictures and full moons..but the majority of that is under wraps. Sorry:) Btw–chubies I love you!
Speaking of this chubie thing– let me get this straight. We are not a gang or a secret club..although we probably should be, cuz we know the secret to life..LIVING! And chubie is just bitches in T9 text talk;) I have met this group of people that have gradually become my other family. We all have totally different jobs, schedules, and lives and our ages range from 23(i think?)to 38 but the one thing we all have in common is that we make time for each other and we find ummm UNIQUE(?) ways to have fun. We have mustache parties, we abuse one another, we have sleepovers, we dress up, we dress down(HAHA), we dance, we make fun of ourselves, we eat, we float rivers, we snuggle, and we seek adventure.
Skydiving! Yes, I actually jumped out of perfectly good plane. I have to admit, I thought I was literally falling to my death for a few seconds, but as soon as I hit the ground I remembered everything I had to live for. Maybe sometimes you just have to remind yourself. 
Pooooor paco..she didn’t love it so much, but she sure was a good sport. We wore tutus skydiving and it was a day I WILL never forget. right Laura???
Around September I got involved in a walk sponsored by ALS and became team captain for my family. We raised so much money for the association and I know that it meant a lot to my dad. Having all of my friends and family there to support the same cause was uplifting and inspiring. I had to fight back a lot of tears that day. Fortunately, it was bright and sunny. Yes, I needed those sunglasses!
Well, as far as my love life is concerned, that is for ME to know. Sorry folks, that’s a whole new upcoming blog..My So-Called Sex in the City.
I hope the new year brings all of you happiness and even though I am weary of 2010, it is still amazing to find out what’s in that unopened box. Live to inspire…
Love,
Bobbi
