Where was I? Hell, who was I? This near month has flown by. Nearly depressing if I so decide to allow it to be. One year anniversary of my oldest sisters death occured on the 16th of this month. No fanfare, no masses, no family gathering for the dearly departed. To top that...I now hear my youngest son is being sent to a foreign country (a not so nice foreign country) at the end of this month. It happens to be a country where a terrorist attack may be eminent. Not Iraq, where the terrorists were made up (don't even get me started on 'Bizarro Bush'). However, I've chosen to concentrate on the fact that my family had a reunion on the 14th. It was great to see all the cousins and friends that I haven't seen for awhile. The best part of the whole day was being able to record my dad singing Danny Boy with my aunt and my Mom with her siblings singing an old tune their father used to sing to them. I'm now a Home Depot employee (yippee, another box giant employee) I'm almost quite certain by the end of the millenium everyone will be working for either Home Depot or Wal Mart. Well, I'm off again. I'll try to write a little more in a little bit for a little while. 'Little more' <~~~that's funny.