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It was wonderous being on vacation. Of course, the best part of vacation is coming home.

Ty was in love with the beach. He especially liked being able to make beautiful roads with his loader.

It rained almost constantly. But it was worth it.

Just a small picture to strike fear into the heart of my mother, who made sure that I knew the evacuation routes incase of tsunami.

Vacation...

...here I come!

Leaving for the coast today. It is going to rain every day, except the day we leave, or so say the forecasts. Oh well, I can hear the ocean and I'll be out of town. That's all that matters.

Will post upon my return.

Hopefully. My blog is a sad, cobwebb-y sort of place these days.

You Are 67% Thankful

You are a very thankful person - for both the big and little things in life. Your optimism is powerful. Getting through hard times is fairly easy for you.

How Thankful Are You?

Hmmm. I suppose I am thankful. But the optimism? I am not so sure about.

It seems while my world is revolving slowly on it's own little axis, things are going to shit elsewhere.

My older sister... well, she is having a rough time, her kids, her husband, they are all suffering and if I could, well, I'd gather them all up in a big hug and smooch away all of their pain. I think their family unit is in the process of being disabled and I hurt so badly for all of them. I am one of those people that empathizes with people close to me so much that I can't sleep. I lay there and think of different situations where I could go in and rescue them from their nightmares. Of course, a person can't go in and rescue some one from their own nightmares. You can only be there to hold hands and provide steady shoulders. I wish I could do more.

Merce's kids are hitting a rough patch. The nephew, he's turning into a teenager and hates everyone and everything. Although, he seems to still love me and come the weekend, he is frequently, literally, attached to me. And 'Lyssa, my older niece, she... well, I don't know what is up with her. She's discovered boys and flirting and it is getting so severely out of control that she is starting to fail all of her classes. I wish I could fix their problems as well. I wish they could find the words to express what is in their little heads so we could figure it all out. I'm sure that it is just something that a kid goes through and they'll come out on the other side, just fine. I hope, anyway.

I guess I will go. I am thankful for all that I am and all that I have. If it wasn't for the amazing shoulders I have to lean on, I could not, in turn, provide any soothing words to anyone. And I have many a shoulder to lay my head upon. Words could never say how thankful I am for them. And for my boy, who makes me laugh at least once every day. And my health, my job and my home. I am thankful. Optimistic? Not so much. Quite the opposite, I think.

life is good.

I know, I know. I am totally slacking.

The thing is, when things trickle along and routine is established, something happens. And that something is NOTHING.

My life is boring and routine and settled. My nephew even told me that my life was "boring".

My friend came back from jail yesterday. I was and am very glad that he is back. I've missed him tremendously.

Merce got a new car - a Ford Explorer.

My older sister (as of 2:30 this morning) was dumping her husband.

My brother is 1/2 in love with a girl he met over the internet. They've met once and she does seem nice on MySpace.

I've been exercising like a fiend here lately. And surprise, surprise, I feel much less stressed and very much in control of my life.

My job is trucking along. I had a run-in with a disgruntled employee that left me a bit unsettled because I realized just how vulnerable I am, up there by myself.

All in all, life is good. It is going to be almost 70 degrees today.