Grandmas, beer, bluegrass, and a jolly good time.

Tonight, I went with my Grams and her friends to a pizza place where they play live bluegrass music on Saturday nights. It was awkward to get in there comfortably with my crutches, it looked very western-y weird, and I was the youngest adult there... the kids were running around playing video games. And you know what I texted my mom about 5 minutes after I got there? "Oh my gosh. This would be so much more enjoyable if I could drink."

At the time, I meant it. But as the night went on I found myself enjoying it more and more. I like listening to my Grams and her friends. They have some of the greatest stories. And it's so cool to hear about a time when things were so completely different I can't even begin to imagine it. In the car on the way home my Grams and her friend (Dorothy, cool name right?!) talked about how they met their husbands. Both husbands died years ago. And then my Grams and I had a good heart to heart.

Did you know that when our grandparents were growing up there were pretty much three careers for women? Nurse, teacher, or secretary. I don't think either of the women I were with tonight went to college. But I listened to them talking about the opportunities now... and how at the same time, they said they wouldn't change anything they had done. I want to look back on my life and know that I didn't "play it safe." Well, some things need to be played safe but others SHOULDN'T. So that's going to be my food for thought. Because right now, I think I'm playing it safe.

More to come!

Oh and btw, I'm now certified to teach paintball. I can take apart, reassemble, and refill the air tank thing on the paintball gun. The one thing I'm not so good at? Aiming.