This day

People are not always nice. Must remember this. It always catches me off guard. What is wrong with me? I need to toughen up, but at 45, it's not looking very likely.

Sleepy

I am looking for small miracles everyday. And I sometimes see them. They usually involve someone caring about me or maybe a big tip. It's sometimes Tracy just remembering something I said. I like that. I have good friends that enjoy my thoughts and comments. You may take these things for granted, but  I don't. It blows my mind.

I think about what it would take for me to be happy on earth. I mean having need of nothing. I think money helps. Sorry, Oprah. It just does. I would like mine and Tracy's kids to be whole and prepared for life. I would like to laugh and eat and drink a little. Dance when it feels right. Lay under the stars and be told I am the one.

August

August.

 I have to admit, it's been quite a month the last 3 years. This one just will not end. But that's OK.

I moved at the beginning of the month. We found a great house to rent. My room is still a mess, but all the stuff is here.

The kids started school. Always fun, but this year we have the added blessing of Tracy's boys, Austin and Rylee, in Keystone. There is never a dull moment, and if there is, Tracy and/or I fall asleep.

As you may know (by my talking constantly about it) Evan is playing quarterback this year. The first game was Friday. He got a concussion. He is doing fine. I adore my children. Thank you to all the people that care enough to ask about my boy. It means so much.

Honey's bunny gave birth to 3 normals and a "peanut". Evidently, a peanut in rabbit terms means early death. And so it goes...

I continue to work with and for the best people in the world.

Tracy and I are throwing around plans for our future. Don't ask, 'cause I don't know. We love each other. I know that.

I have felt at times this month that my head was a grape about to POP. I am continuing to try and be the right thing in the face of those who aren't. I try to think good things, inwardly being transformed. I am sick of the outward show. My faith is for God to judge. I don't even judge myself. I'm not qualified.

I am ready for the fall. Please come, September.

Right before

This is the Reggie reverse. Evan, as you can see, is getting ready to block, and, as we all know, get his first concussion. Notice big guy on right....

Still here...

I finally have Internet in the new house. This month has been quite interesting and full. I will tell all. Well, mostly. People are still good, bad, kind, deadbeats, and amazing. August has been no exception. Love to you if you are still reading this little blog. Give me a second, and I will start talking. I can't help it.