Happy Friday, everyone. Hope your week has treated you well.
I love roaming the internet to find funny videos . . . and it always seems to come down to people falling that make me laugh so hard.
Why is that?
Maybe because I’ve fallen enough in my life to have spurred on some serious laughing fits myself. LOL.
So, take a minute, watch this, and you’ll be laughing in no time.
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Make it a great day, everyone.
Okay, how many remember Miami Vice?
Admit it, just hearing that name got that catchy little tune rockin’ in your brain.
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Oh, but don’t forget about the classy sports jackets. . .
Love those jackets. Oh, and those pretty pastels....
Holy cow. I had to chuckle
when I saw this stuff.
It threw me through a time warp.
Did you watch the show? Who was your fav, Don Johnson or Phillip Michael Thomas?
I got this from a dear friend of mine. Feel free to pass it around:
John Gebhardt’s wife, Mindy, said that this little girl’s entire family was executed. The insurgents intended to execute the little girl also, and shot her in the head…but they failed to kill her. She was cared for in John’s hospital and is healing up, but continues to cry and moan. The nurses said John is the only one who seems to calm her down, so John has spent the last four nights holding her while they both slept in that chair. The girl is coming along with her healing.
He is a real Star of the war, and represents what America is trying to do.
This, my friends, is worth sharing. Go for it!! You’ll never see things like this in the news. Please keep this going. Nothing will happen if you don’t, but the American public needs to see pictures like this and needs to realize that what we’re doing over there is making a difference. Even if it is just one little girl at a time.
James Gates U. S. Navy
This past Saturday, I had a lot of time to think while I sat on my road bike for four hours and thirty-seven minutes.
Yep, you read that right. 4 hours 37 minutes.
I’m trying to do my first 100-mile bike ride ever on November 28th (my 37th birthday) and this past weekend, on Saturday, I cycled further than I ever have–83 miles.
During that time, fighting through the wind trying to slow me down, I thought about a lot of things, but one that popped up a few times was passions.
Yeah, I write romance novels, but it wasn’t THAT kind of passion I was thinking about. 
For example, I worked at the bookstore after I’d done that long bike ride, and my friend, Gary, asked me what I’d done that day.
“Oh, I went on a bike ride,” I said.
“Oh yeah? How far’d you go?”
I grinned, heat instantly flaming my cheeks. “Uhm, well–”
“What? Seventy?”
“No, a few more.”
“How far?”
“83 miles.”
“Why on earth would you do that?”
I get that question a lot. I just smiled and chuckled.
But really, why would I do that? It’s a valid question, right?
Well, exercise is a passion of mine. Same with my hubby. Sure, some would argue that we teeter the line of exercise and insanity, but nevertheless, it’s a passion of ours. It’s time to de-stress, enjoy our city, and stay fit.
I love to have goals to shoot for, and what better goal to have than on my 37th birthday to ride my bike 100 miles? (Hey, then I can eat as much birthday cake as I want, right?)
Just like a goal for the NaNo writers out there to write 50,000 words in a month. Or, triathletes to see if they can swim 2 miles, then bike over a hundred, then run 26 miles.
I guess if you find something you love, go for it.
So, what’s your passion?
Lynn Rush
