Blue Lollipop Road

consistent shipments of lemons

Massachusetts to Vermont to Massachusetts to Charlotte to Knoxville to Nashville to Columbus to Chicago back to Vermont over the next 3 weeks?

Well I didn’t really plan on that schedule- but Ok, sure.

When life gifts you lemon hiccups in your plan- you make road trip lemonade adjustments!

It’s a good thing driving doesn’t make me tired. Good thing I am used to plans changing. If it did and if I wasn’t, I’d be one tired and frustrated girl. Instead I just happily keep making lemonade.

Maybe I should open a stand. By that of course I mean a window to sell out of the back seat of my Honda.

Lemonade anyone?

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hello new england!

I’m going on 1,500 miles in 5 days, racking up the miles on the BLR-Mobile:

Racking up the miles on the Civic

…going from DC to Charlotte, back up through VA, DC again, Maryland, NJ, NY, into MA:

Massachusetts State Line

Why? To get to my New England summer home base of course! To work on a most exciting project with:

Rita's books

…and a few other amazing people.

Big things. Good things. GREAT things are happening and the tipping point has tipped.

Boo-yah!

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sangria and shockabuku

As an always guest in peoples homes, no morning for me is ever the same for me.  This morning by 6:30am I was talking about sangria and shockabuku with my brother as he prepped my nephews breakfast while we sipped coffee. There was a bottle of wine on the counter in front of where I was sitting, so when I asked if he’d ever made sangria and he said no, I had to google some recipes. I found this one and this one that looked yummy to share with him. (Hello summer approaching fast and furious! We can’t wait for you and all your treats.)

As I searched the web for sangria inspiration, I thought of shockabuku for some reason, which was recently brought to my attention by my new friend Ethan:

This is officially my new favorite movie clip. I think we all could use some regular shockabuku.

Coffee + early morning random conversation with people you love + swift spiritual kicks to the head that alter your reality forever = awesome.

Happy Tuesday.

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don’t stop

Busy! Awesome! Excited! That’s been the past few weeks as I have officially accepted a position on a project that is like my dream. TBA soon. We’ve just gotten our social media rolling and the official project announcement will be blasted to the world soon. (Think getting global and finding your Blue Lollipop Road!)

So here we are, less than 3 months away from the 2nd Annual BLR Play It Forward, the 2nd Blue Lollipop Road Memorial Scholarship giveaway, year 5 since the launch of Blue Lollipop Road, and after all this time and effort- mountains are starting to move. (With a lot of hard work.)

Me = Hardworking Happy Camper.

If you’re out there, chipping away at something you’re totally passionate about and you’re beyond exhausted working your butt off- keep pushing. If you’re sick of being poor, wondering if you’ll be able to stand one more paycheck to paycheck week as you work away at that project you love- don’t stop. If you’re really in love with something, stay committed. You will make it take off eventually. If you’ve got a fire inside, do your thing. You’ll probably kick, scream, and curse all the way wondering why things aren’t easier. (I have and still often do.) The good stuff isn’t supposed to come easy. Easy doesn’t make good stories or build rock-solid character.

Being in love with something, be truly passionate about that thing you just can’t shake, will always trump any exhaustion and that empty bank account you think you just can’t stand anymore. As I type, I’m working my tail off a bit more tired than I used to be. As I maintain my consistently low bank account balance- I’m still happy. I’ve committed to working on projects I believe in and with people I respect. That really does payoff. I’m confident with that, my future of well-rested, overflowing bank account days will come.

If you’ve got a fire burning for something, keep adding the logs. Feeling the heat when it all comes together is a warmth that is oh so sweet.

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will you be this thankful and celebrating on april 19, 2014- or will you have forgotten?

Based on TV and social media, It’s clear that millions feel the Boston Marathon bomber #2 capture is a huge victory and means to celebrate. I’m not sure I see it that way. The country is cheering because 1 man was caught after killing and injuring multiple people? Is this a victory? Is this something to celebrate? I suppose “knowing” that 1 dangerous person is off the streets might be comforting, and the fact that modern technology has made incredible leaps giving Joe nobody the ability to assist law enforcement in finding these criminals (great!)- but are we all really comfortable now after this capture? Are we all actually going to sleep better tonight? I wonder if the families of the deceased are going to have a comfy cozy nights rest at their homes minus one person. I wonder if the the families of the injured, holding the hands of their loved ones in the hospitals that will never be the same as they are fitted for their prosthetic limbs- are going to “sleep tight.” I doubt it.

I sit here shaking my head at the news on TV, and the posts on social media sites like Facebook, knowing from experience that people forget. (I so wish this was not the case.) People celebrate and thank when It’s the thing to do. When the cameras are there. They congratulate public safety workers, mourn for the deceased and injured today, but they forget tomorrow, next month and next year. I’ve seen it before. I hope this time is different and I will be wrong. I really hope this time is different and I will be so, so wrong. I hope that next year on April 19th at 9pmEDT all Bostonians (and all Americans) will stop what they’re doing as they are in this moment, and stand on the streets to cheer public safety workers and salute military men and women who make it possible for us to roll into a Starbucks daily and grab a latte happily as we head off to our free to do anything American days of everything that’s possible because they are putting their lives on the line so we can do just that. I hope we all spend a night and then some a year from now and more, supporting, loving, and hugging our neighbors, and friends as we are tonight. Yes, I hope every American, 365 days from today, will stand and clap for all those men and women in uniform who put their lives on the line every single day. I hope we remember the tears that welled up when we heard the stories of the heartbroken family members of the wounded and dead. I hope we remember the gut-wrenching knot we felt until we heard back from that friend who was in Boston (especially the ones that were running) who we weren’t sure were safe on race day until hours later. I hope we all start to give a real shit about how lucky we are to be living every day, with our health, all of our limbs, and all those little things we too often forget.

I hope.

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today is the day

I was hoping I’d be able to write this after much thought and quiet time a few days after the Boston Marathon bombing news had “calmed down.” (As if a tragic event like that could ever calm down.)

As I sit here on Friday April 19th now, at 3pm with the TV on while I work- I feel just horrified. The sadness, anger, confused, and thankful feelings all at the same time are overwhelming. I feel horrified and heartbroken for the families of the bombing victims. I feel horrified and heartbroken for the witnesses who weren’t physically hurt at the marathon, but saw the scenes that will be burned in their minds forever. I feel horrified for all the little kids around America that see police, SWAT teams, armed guards and other in person geared up like It’s World War 3 in their neighborhoods and on TV today. When it was Friday April X date at 3pm and I was 5, 6, or 7 years old- I was getting on the school bus simply looking forward to a weekend sleepover party or having some peanut butter toast for an after-school snack- not locked down in my house with my parents clutching me comforting that “the bad guys won’t get us-don’t worry sweetie” like I’m sure thousands of parents are doing right now around Boston. I feel heartbroken and horrified that people around the world live in so much pain, for whatever reason- they’re damaged so deeply they feel their only choice to feel better is to kill other people. Mostly, I am heartbroken and horrified because I know what It’s like to lose someone you love unexpectedly in an instant. I’ve felt that minute, that day, that time burned into the farthest place in my soul that I never knew existed until it did. I’m horrified and heartbroken because I’ve spent 18 plus years (and will spend many more) feeling things that I am sure all of the people who’ve lost someone during this tragedy will feel for the rest of their lives too.

It seems as though the “It changed my life forever” is a frivolously thrown around line. For me, my “It changed my life forever” really did. Everyone deals with tragedy in different ways. There’s no right or wrong. I’ve dealt with the most tragic event I’ve lived through to date by writing, traveling, spending the most time with people I love, and not being afraid. I can honestly say I very rarely feel fear. It’s not because I’m big and bad, but because I know that after I saw 2 of my best friends in caskets, just hours after having a fun soccer day with them- nothing else could ever scare me again. That was my ultimate nightmare. This is hard for me to write, when being open with my writing is usually easy. I’m not trying to be graphic, bring up pain for anyone who is related to my lost friends if they read this, or insert me, me, me personal experience. It makes me cry to reread the above lines and the word “casket” makes my stomach turn. I hate it. I hate it. God I hate it. I am writing this in hopes that this week, this post, any tragedy will be a DAILY REMINDER (in whatever possible manageable, “healthy”) way TO KEEP IN MIND that life is short.

LIFE IS SHORT. WAY TOO SHORT.

The reality is, none of us- including me, know if today is the last day. We don’t know when the last time is that we will see, hug, eat, with, joke with, work with, run with, fight with, play with- anyone in our lives.

I sent an email this morning to a group of my closest friend “family” who I’ve known for 15 years. They are all public safety guys who I worry about, especially during times like these. I wrote that I was thinking of them, love them, and hoped they were safe. I wrote to them admitting that I was a big chicken shit and would never be capable of doing the work they do. (I wouldn’t. Hats off 100 times over to all of you out there in the military and public safety field, who run straight in, while I am running the hell out.) I often write letters, cards, and emails expressing to people in my life that I love and appreciate them. I’ve been sweetly teased over the years about being a “nerd.” I’ve been thanked many times; “You never forget us Di.” I will proudly own my queen of the nerds status and my teasers are right- I won’t ever forget. Ever. Since 3:56am when those red numbers burned on my digital alarm clock as the phone rang on August 18th, 1994  my life has never been then same. I get how precious time is. I never want to stand over a casket wondering if the person lying lifeless in it, questions how much I appreciated and/or loved them. I know my friends Maria and Brandy knew how much I appreciated and loved them. I have never questioned that for one second, and I think that is the only reason why I’ve been able to cope with the loss of them.

I created Blue Lollipop Road to try and carry forward their joy for life. That pure love they had. I’ve wanted to spread the message to live like you mean it because tomorrow might never come. That- do what you love because what the hell are you waiting for now is the time, thing. After this weeks Boston, the Oklahoma City Bombing, a Columbine Massacre, a 9/11 years ago now. After Aurora Colorado Cinema and Sandy Hook Elementary shootings recently, after hearing stories of bullied teens who commit suicide, and healthy one day and cancer-ed the next people we all know, and every other heart wrenching loss, I feel more driven than ever to turn into the symbol of  Nike: JUST DO IT- and right freaking now!

This is not a screw everyone just do it maaaaaan. I’m not suggesting we all go out to tie one on and party like rockstars never looking back tonight. Let’s not all go running amok, getting wild quitting every job, your friends, all current hobbies and burning down your apartment to make a statement of “we’re not gonna take it anyeeeemoreeee!” You don’t need to run in and tell your boss 50 ways to go f*ck himself. (Ok- maybe you actually do:) It’s not imperative that you do everything you ever wanted to do right at this very second. However, I will suggest you start. In fact, I’m imploring anyone out there who isn’t already- to start doing what you want.

SPEND TIME DOING WHAT YOU LOVE WITH WHOEVER YOU LOVE.

TELL PEOPLE WHEN YOU APPRECIATE AND LOVE THEM.

TRUST YOUR GUT INSTINCTS.

DO  WHAT MATTERS TO YOU.

LIVE LIKE YOU MEAN IT.

Don’t wait.

Don’t wait.

Don’t wait.

You might not be able to do it all today- but you can start today.

There’s a very good chance that tomorrow will come, but there’s also a chance that it won’t. Period.

Why wait?

I’m so incredibly thankful for my public safety and military friends who’re brave in their work on a daily basis. I’m thankful for my family, and every one of you who read this allowing me to healthily cope with my great loss from years ago as I share my words to do so. I’m thankful to be able to have the freedom to say- what the hell are we waiting for- an invitation?

Tomorrow could be Boston again, or Shaftsbury VT, Sheridan WY, NYC, Brewster KS, or Seattle. Have you said I love you, or thank you today?

Life is short. Let’s start living the life we want to live today. No excuses, no waiting. Today is the day.

 

 

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the valley of magic

Hello Napa!

I’ve been in California for a week now and have loved every minute of it. There’s something about the west coast that makes me feel peaceful, healthy, and happy. The Napa Valley has a certain magic for me that I don’t think will never change. One of those magical things is the drive through Sonoma over the Golden Gate Bridge. This time of year the rolling hills in Sonoma are becoming that gorgeous green and the buds on the grapevines are barely showing. The weather is 65 and misty one minute and near 80 and sunny the next. You can sleep with windows open and sip wine and have dinner outside even this early in the season. Ahhh…

Of course I love that mild weather and this magical place means I can go for long walks, long runs, and sit on coffee shop patios to work at dozens of places in flip flops. It’s always easier to get good work done when you’re feeling healthy and inspired so I am happy as a clam house sitting here for this good portion of April. I’m really excited to update that the possible work project I mentioned in this post, is coming together beautifully and has turned from yellow light to bright green! I’m staying unusually protective this go-around about sharing too much yet, probably because I’m still in a bit of shock (good shock) so I don’t want to jinx anything.

We are just a little over 3 months away from BLR Play It Forward Weekend. An exciting summer is coming and I can’t wait for it all!

What makes you happy and inspired?

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