I am having fits trying to change things around here. I don't like the layout, but I get into too much trouble when I piss around with it. Sometimes I don't know why I bother as I'm never here. It's almost like a room in your house that you never use, but every once-in-awhile you feel like decorating it. Odd.

I can't believe it's been like 5 months since I've been here. A whole friggin'season has passed in the mean time. Actually a season and a half. Shit. I put up a new layout, and even though I didn't make it, it will have to do. I was so tired of the other one. I do have alot of catching up to do. But when to begin. Where to begin.

for her long Winters nap. I guess I'll be driving it down this week sometime, when Hubby works down that way and can pick me up for the ride home. I waited too long this year to book my storage spot ( my mind has been on too many other things), but Hubbs figured that since my folks garage is empty now, it would be ideal for me to to store the Vette there and save us the $60.00 a month. It will seem weird having it so far away. Now all we need is a dry day, gas money and a tail wind!

one of those brisk, windy, cloudy nights that leave no doubt at all that Summer is gone for awhile. Tonight would be a perfect Halloween night. Speaking of "witch", I need to get some candy.

it could be, and at times I don't know which end is up, or even if what I'm doing is right or wrong, or enough. My Dads health is declining by the day, and no matter what I do it seems futile, too little too late. Two steps forward, three steps back. Get the picture?

This is the face of the Dad I love. This is the face of the Dad I'm losing, bit by bit, before my very eyes. And no one can help me.