Do you have a friend that you would do absolutely anything for? I don't mean "I'd do anything for my friends." I mean the real thing, where you literally would do whatever it took to help them. Do you have that?

I haven't blogged in ages. I need to get out of that rut.

I went on a 15 day trip that I got back from yesterday. I went to Misouri, Iowa, and Chicago. Because of this, I was unable to blog, but I've come back with some interesting stories (or, at least, what I think are interesting )

I'll start with one of my favorites.

Have you ever ridden on a train? Well, in order to get to Chicago, I took a train. Xandra (my best friend/cousin) and I, being the weirdos that we are, decided to amuse ourselves by writing notes to the next passenger. I don't know if we're just freaks or what, but we decided that if either of us were the person who read them, we'd be thoroughly amused. I'd say they'd be enough to spark anyone who has writer's block. They were rather random. In mine, I told a little about myself and gave lots of random ideas and information. Hers was much the same.

We placed our notes in an unsealed envelop and we put them in the passenger safety pamphlet. After all, leaving them on the seat or even just in the magazine pouch would almost garuntee that they'd be thrown away.

At the bottom of Xandra's note, she asked that the reader write their own note, put it back in with ours, and place it back in the safety pamphlet. That way, it's there for the next person who is bored/paranoid enough to be reading the safety pamphlet.  It passed the train ride for us, not to mention it was a lot of fun.

I signed mine as:
-Jenny
  569

So if you see this note, my friend and I started it.

Moral of the story: Always sit in seat 38

(and don't forget to check the passenger safety pamphlets on trains!!! or even planes)

And when you see the last grains of sand in the hourglass slowly falling towards that dreaded hole...what do you do? Do you fight your hardest to make them count more than all the rest? Or do you try to add more sand? Or maybe you just give up all together, deeming it a lost cause...

Why is it that we don't see just how important people and things are until we're given a time frame? Why is it that we can't see how much they matter to us until it's too late? No matter how much you think that you know, you have no idea. You won't know until it's gone, or until you feel that fear that comes when you are told that you won't have them any longer?

I know that I can't get more time...he's moving regardless. But I'm being pulled between the other two options: giving up and making the best of what I have left. I want to make the best of it, but my fear of being hurt keeps pulling me down.

So what do you do when you find out you're about to lose someone or something close to you?