**Upon rereading my title, I realize that some of my young readers may have no idea what ISO means, which made me chuckle a bit.**

I love going on Adventures! For me though, an Adventure need not be more than a spontaneous surprise. I get the same exhilarated feeling whether I am laying on the edge of the Grand Canyon or getting lost on the way to Chinatown and being serenaded by a homeless man singing Cupid by Sam Cooke.

I was raised in a very dysfunctional family and that in itself was an adventure. The next moment was never predictable, things were usually chaotic and that really trained me to be always on the edge of my seat waiting for the next thing. The privilege of adulthood is that I am learning how to remove the dysfunction from the chaos so that I can enjoy the Adventure before me.

I look for Adventure everywhere. For me, every interaction I am ever a part of is a chance for Adventure. I think the reason that I developed this trait is because I am easily bored, I always have been; I crave the chaos. I hate monotony. Even that word just washes a heavy blah all over my body. The idea that people exist with a daily routine feels gross and dirty to me and you should stop doing it right now.

We are not meant to live that way. Shackled to a life of schedules, forms, and terrible foundations until we die. We are not meant to be duplicates of our parents mistakes. We were not created to be controlled by words inside a book; we were supposed to be moved by them. We are alive to be moved and inspired, to feel amazed every day. Wonderment is not selective to the child, it’s just something we are told to put aside in order to become an adult.

But I can’t let go of my wonder, my whimsy, my need to wander; I was not meant to stand still. My body was created to move; move up, move others, move mountains. I tried for many years to fit into a book, a box, a boring routine but, it is literally killing me so I give up. I need to “Breathe the free air again.”

I miss Adventures and I want to have more. And I want to have them with you and you and yes, even you. The experience will bring us closer, even if we don’t know each other yet. So come have an Adventure with me!

I will be listing my personal “Fuck It, We’re gonna kick the bucket” list and if anyone sees one they like and wants to have an Adventure with me, then you should let me know. I should say that, if you participate in an Adventure that I have listed, it will be filmed*, photographed, and posted on my blog.

*It will be edited and may be viewed prior to posting.

At the very least, go have your own Adventures. Opportunities are all around you. Be Riveted! Stop letting routine kill your Life Labido! Quit acting old, Man, just quit.20140730-080314-28994631.jpg





Some Have a Green Thumb, I Have a Green Fist

I grew up growing things. Actually I grew up in a kinda whimsical petting zoo/garden created by my grandfather’s impulsiveness and my grandmother’s submission.

Although . . . perhaps it was a trait in him that she once used to love but, came to despise after having to clean up behind it for so long.

No matter.
Questions for another time, when we know each other better.

When I was younger, we would go visit my grandparents on the weekends and during the summer. I remember having pineapple growing in our back yard and chickens that laid fresh eggs. I remember a turkey, that my grandpa swore was going to be Thanksgiving dinner, becoming his friend on drunken nights. We grew grapes in a small harbor that we also kept doves and rabbits in at one point. It was a really fun part of my childhood.

As I got a little older and had to help in the garden, I gained an interest for planting but, the full appreciation for growing my own food didn’t come until I was an adult with a child of my own. There’s something amazing about raising your kids with dirt between their toes and fingers. Watching them bite into something that you Hunted or Gathered is just incredible, whether they like it or not.

In a couple of weeks I’ll be hunting the shit out of the tomatoes on my porch. Today, I was caring for some herbs and strawberry vines that started as a few small plants but, with my “G.E.D. and give ’em hell attitude” and some left over supplies from my garage, I’ve turned those few into a rather lovely vertical garden or living stairway.

It took me about a week to transplant, move, and hang all my little guys in our vertical gardening space. I am very happy with the end result so far. We had to rearrange our entire living room to fit the needs of our indoor garden but, it’s all for ” The Greater Good.” It was time for a change anyway; sometimes you need to rearrange some things in your life for “The Greater Good.”

I haven’t been able to grow anything for a while, I’ve been spiritually and emotionally . . . backed up. I’ve spent so much time coddling my pain that I didn’t have energy for anything else. Not just the physical energy mind you but, the soul for growth. I can’t ask the earth to grow for me, if I won’t grow for myself. For a while I forgot that, I forgot how to grow because I was so focused on the things in my life that were stunting my growth rather than allowing myself to just grow naturally.

I’m pretty sure that some of my plants have transplant shock. Rather than stress about the plants that may die though; I am going to just focus on the new growth because that’s what I’m really looking for anyway. I’m looking for the delicate parts, that will endure long enough to eventually sustain continual growth.

That’s something I am trying to look for within myself also; the delicate parts. Enduring is something I’ve been doing my entire life. I’ve been transplant shocked, deprived of the proper nutrients, and kept in the shade but, as the good Dr. Ian Malcom says, “-life, uh . . . finds a way.” I don’t know which way is the right way but, I know my plants didn’t intend to live their lives inside red plastic cups hanging from my stair banisters and yet the live on and so shall I.

I’ll keep you posted on the living stairway and all the new growth in my life.

If you have any questions or pointers, please let me know. In the meantime, Be Riveted!




Okay, there are a few Fan Girl nods in this post, no disrespect.