Try As I May...

...There is simply no way I can blog every day...
...Well, that's kind of a lie, but true for the most part.
Not everyday do I have something even worth getting on the computer to type up.
I suppose it doesn't matter...I mean, I could come here and just type about my day, but if nothing spectacular happened, who would want to read it?
Well, over the weekend I went on my first double date with my friend Kristina and her boyfriend.
We went to the skating rink and my boyfriend looked as though he was having more trouble skating than I was (which is not to say I'm a bad skater. I just wobbled a bit. And I fell a couple times. But both times it was Kristina's fault).
He says next time he's going to bring roller blades.
Anyway there were a few junior high kids in there as well as some little kids...they all skated so well.
There was a 4 year old on roller blades just dashing around the floor and the rink like she was born to skate...and there were a couple junior high boys who skated (on roller blades) like professionals.
One of the boys was DANCING while he skated...I was so jealous.
I want to be able to skate like them, but truthfully, I'm not willing enough to put the time, effort, and money into learning to do what they do.
Not because I'm just that lazy, but because it's not a TRULY useful skill.
I mean sure, if you got even better than you already were, and some guy took notice of you and entered you into some professional skating thing, it would be useful...but it's not so much a skill as it is a talent...people can make money off talents, but what about having a skill that could benefit you in something different?
Even if I made millions of dollars by being a professional skater, I'm smart enough that I would realize my life was missing several things.
It's never good to only be able to do one thing exceptionally well...or rather I should say it would be BETTER to know how to do several things equally well than just one thing exceptionally well.
I heard that in a quote, I think, or from a book, but I can't remember exactly how it goes or who it's by...
AnYwAy!
I had a really fun time.
It was cool, too, because as soon as we pulled up and I got out of the car, I found a gold dollar coin!
It's dirty, though, so I'm going to clean it.
Then I'm going to save it...yeah...it'll be worth more in the future.

Sometimes I think about the things I'll be leaving behind when I die.
Not to be morbid or anything, but sometimes I daydream that if I were to die today, what would Daddy do with my stuff?
Would he sell as much of it as he could?
Would he put it in boxes and stow it away?
Perhaps that's a question I should ask him.
It's not weird. I can talk to my dad about ANYTHING, including sex and politics.
My dad's just the type of guy who doesn't make things awkward when he's having a conversation with his daughters. It's...well it's something in him that I find to be a continuous blessing.
But anyway...sometimes I wonder about dying in the future as an adult in my 20s or 30s.
If it were just me and my husband, and we both got in an accident and died, and we didn't have a will, how would they decide what gets done with the stuff?
Would whoever decides these things take it for themselves?
Give it to family members without a will?
Sometimes I picture a thief coming in and taking some of it...if we were dead, COULD someone just come into our house and claim what they wanted without penalty?
It's not stealing if we're dead, is it? I mean, I'm not talking about grave-robbing, but if all this stuff were sitting in our house and it was before the insurance people or whoever came in and dealt with it, could people take it?
I can't say I would mind if they did. I'd be dead. I couldn't use it anymore.
But if I had a choice, it would go to my family.
Sometimes I get the feeling I should prepare a will just to have one.
How old do you need to be to prepare a will?
Do you keep your will around the house or give it to some company that deals with these things?
Do funeral homes hold on to people's wills for them?
Whenever you see a movie and you have a part where a character reads someone's will, it's not usually a member of their family, so who reads it?
So many questions...
Well it's not like my readers are going to answer these questions, so I'm going to do something else.