No Matter Where You Go, There You Are.

So I looked up my first name in the image s ection of a search engine, thinking  that since, in the past, I found cute-s y graphics reminding me of the laughable fact that my first name is derived from a Gaelic term for "wise one". I was inspired by an older post by  the Bloggess (to which I've left a link below) about her adventures looking up the names "Jenny"  and  her blog name, so I thought  maybe this time I'd get a fun screen grab or two with the name 'Shannon' on it, like a s till of Jason in his hockey mask, weapon read y, sa ying, "Wha tayou mean,  you're ou t of peas?" or something,  but no. No. I got the smiling faces of a bunch of professional-looking pretty strangers,including some insanely ripped, skinny women, one wearing two gold medals, and one of these:   This treasure is from David  Thorne, much to my relief af ter clicking on it and seeing the words " Shannon the Human Snake.   www.27bslash6.com  -  Due ...

          It sucks that with love comes loss, but that's unavoidable, I think. When I ge t emotional about the December 20th passing of one of my loved ones, I repeat to m yself a mantra that I've been very lucky to know him, to be influenced by him. He was   is  was a wonderful person who, along wi th his wife and son, permeated my outlook on family and community and milking the wonderful, simple momen ts out of life.