Ok

I have been on vacation. Not just the go out of town type of vacation. A mental vacation too. And it has been nice. Plus we got to go to Colorado, and it really snowed. I needed the snow. And I got to see my kick ass friends and (most of, sorry, Lil) their kids.

Dad is doing better. He was released from the hospital in Florida last week and the angel, Daryll, brought him home. My turn is coming. I think Dad will be coming to spend some time with me here in El Paso for a little while. And why not? With Sheldon deploying for an undisclosed amount of months and Brittany soon to depart for the Air Force, a girl could get lonely out here in the desert without her people. Besides, I am sure he misses his grand-dogs. Who wouldn't?

Sheldon was supposed to leave this Sunday (in 2 and a half days) but found out yesterday that they are not leaving til mid-May. Hell-Yeah! a million times, Hell-Yeah! F-bomb expletive, Hell-Yeah! Sorry, I'll get down off the desk and finsh.

So things were bad, and they got a little better. What more can you ask for? Besides a winning Lotto ticket... I'll settle for any amount for decent news these days though.

Love, V

Layers

Double Dutch Chocolate Ice Cream, topped with Chocolate Ganache, with Chocolate Shavings and Coco Powder on Top...

That is what my week feels like. Only instead of Chocolate... we are talking about stress and drama. The deployment is still happening in about two weeks. Instead of going on a mini vacation to Colorado... we are heading to Florida, because my Dad is in the hospital, he was visiting friends and ended up having a heart attack last week. While my brothers and sister and I scramble to get there from the four corners of the country, he also had a stroke.

Other fun factors include adjusting to life with an 18 yr old niece living with us and the odd language barrier, makes me feel really old... the real estate issues in Alabama and Tennessee, with the cost of paint and busted pipes... canceled vacations, abandoning my dogs, oil changes, sand storms, falling on a cactus, last ditch efforts with baby making....... blah, blah, yada, yada.

Like the worst gooey pile of layered stress imaginable, I feel like washing it all down the sink with hot water. Really hot water.

V