Going HAM

It is rare that I post anything that could even disguise itself as a serious post, today I do the same. While the intention of my post is truly heartfelt and has sad undertones, the way I see it, Adam Hamilton was a clown. So I would not be doing justice to his memory writing that way.

Today I write to you to say I am a WAY cooler person these days, a better person - I know you must be thinking "How could you really get any cooler?" But alas, I am.

 For someone reason, I had this thought it my head that because college was over I had to be an old and lame adult. Life as I knew it was over. I could just see my future heading towards long hours at the office and puking babies (puking babies being way way WAY in the future of course).


This was my routine: Go to work, workout, eat, sleep, and repeat AKA the routine of a 40-year-old mom.


(Sorry to all of you REALLY old, lame adults out there and moms).


I can honestly say that I don’t think I have gotten out of the house more after work than these last few weeks, which may be contributing to the extra-large drool stain on my desk at work; just don’t tell my boss.


I have spent more time with my old friends, new friends and random people. I have laughed more, cried more and drank a hell of a lot more.


I showed the world my dougie, kicked some serious ass in a dance off (you know who you are) and fell of the stage a glory days – but that part is normal.


I have lost some weight (thank you stress diet), gained some bruises (see line about drinking more) and have created a well-thought out plan for how to ghetto stomp someone if the cut me off again on the highway (inspired by the Adam Scooby-Doo-stomp at the Kent/Ravenna Pep Rally).


Normal people would start to be concerned at this point….


“So, what you are saying is you drink more, stay out late, party, clown around, hangout with strangers, fall off things? Can we say intervention?”


But I say screw it. I’m living.


And I can thank Adam for reminding me to do so.

You are a hero and you will be missed, but your memory lives on in us each day

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