To be or not to be. That is the question.

Back in my previous life in this life of that life we call life, I worked at Tropical Rush Surf Co in Haleiwa HI. My favorite memory of that place was getting mistaken for the pro chick surfer we sponsored. I was consistently honest, i.e. telling people "no, that's not me" when they asked. But this one time, I said what the hell. YEAH. That is me. Right there. Flipping that 180 right in the rapids on that 6 footer comin' down. So, this isa picture of me, dear Diary Blog. Me at Tropical Rush, at work, pondering. With my Fig Newtons. That's right. FN's. I'll have you know that they were a total surfer dude magnet. Case in point, I was at Sunset Beach one evening. Saw some young fine upstanding surfers coming out of the ocean after a surf, offered them some FN's and they rejected my offer and me. Also, looked at me like I was really wierd. But I could see it in their eyes. Behind the front. They so wanted me. And my lucky newtons. Ever since, I've worshipped the FN's and chalked them up as one of my dearest lucky charms.