I got my keys in my hand! Do you have a basketball goal at your house? I'd beat your [censored]...at CAT maybe. When I grow up and win the lottery, along with buying my farm with big fancy houses for all of my animals....I will also by a private jet so that it won't be eighty-eleven hours to get to your house.

I don't know if I'll pack some more tonight or not. By the time I go and get sisnlaw, go back to my house and then drive all the way back to Petros (where she lives) it's probably going to be bed time. But I'm going to try to get some more packed, if I can locate some more boxes.

I do have a basketball goal, and lights, so we can play all night. I'm good though, so you have to let me win.

Things are going to be busy when that lottery thing comes in. I better dig up my pocket protector and my calculator belt strap so I'll be ready.

Oh, I just sent you an email. I found the transcript, but can't find the video, yet! Good times.

I'm still hung up on my being crazy. I think you are just as bad as me, maybe even worse. Maybe we should take a vacation together to a mental ward somewhere. Sound like fun?

Update. I found the video. Only problem is it's 58 Meg so I can't send it. If you want it on a cd, send me an address (on email) of where you want it sent, and I'll gladly do it.

I watched and laughed my butt off again.

I'm getting lonely here, Soon!

Sorry it's taken me so long to get back on here. My boss decided to take over my desk for a bit.

I'll email you the address to send it to.

Instead of a pocket protector and calculator belt how about some black leather chaps...and nothing underneath. LOL.

Mental Ward vacation? Is there one in Hawaii...on the beach?

I think there is on in Hawaii. I know there's one in Jamaica, but only if we take a cruise down there. I swear, we will get some mental help.

Bosses, who needs em?

Ok, I'll dig out my chaps and spurs. Looks like I'll be needing my slide rule! (That was tacky, sorry).

Did you get payroll done? What are you working on now? Do you work at a garage?

Jamaica will do, if I absolutely HAVE to go. And if it MUST be a cruise, then I GUESS it'll be ok. If you insist.

Yes, it was tacky. But it was funny too.

Payroll is not done. Don't have much more to do. I'm taking my time. I work at a Toyota body shop. It's dirty, nasty...and I can get high off of the paint fumes...I love it!

I checked my email. Nothing there. Could you try it again please!!!!

Resent it. It just the transcript. Nothing major.

Paint fumes all day, sounds wonderful. No wonder you have headaches. How are the headaches, by the way. Do you have one today?

I'm sorry, but I must INSIST that you accompany me for mental treatment. I know it's brutal, but if drinking, dancing, and laying on the beach is what it takes to get well, then dam* it, that's what we'll have to do. Never take the easy out, Soon.

Yep, I have another headache today. It's not the paint fumes though. I just now started these headaches about three weeks ago.

Drinking, dancing, laying on the beach...I can't believe you would subject me to such activities. But if I HAVE go then fine.

Did you say that you resent that transcript? I still haven't received it.

I'll call my travel agent, ahem, I mean my psychiatrist, and see in we can get booked.

What did your doctor say about your headaches? I'm worried about you. At least in Jamaica we could give you a reason to have a headache.

Did you talk to the oldest last night? How's the baby?

I resent a link to it. Maybe my mail is not getting through. Did you send me an address yet to mail the CD to?

How do you look in a toga? Great, I'll bet. They were those a lot at the "No Problem, Mon, Mental Health Center" in Jamaica.

He said it was probably just sinus headaches. I don't think a headache would be a problem in Jamaica...oh wait am minute...I forgot that we would be forced to drink and dance till the wee hours of the night...which could result in a hangover. I wouldn't mind having that type of headache.

No, did not talk to him. H called around 10:30, said he was already asleep. He couldn't talk out loud, he was whispering the whole time. So he told me to call him when I got to work this morning. I told him he could call me when youngin woke up when he could actually talk. So, he called this morning. My little boy is having fun, he got to see Scooby Doo the other day...he loves Scooby Doo. I'm going to decorate his new room with Scooby Doo when we move. The baby is, well...just the normal ham he is.

How is Zach? How's he liking the truck?

I'm glad that your boy is having fun. That is so great. Getting to meet Scooby is something. I know that you wish you were there with him, but think of his smiles and laughs, and know he's having a great time, and you can get through it. I can't help but smile when I think of your youngest, the ham, unpacking those boxes as soon as you fill them. That is so cute.

At the "Hey Mon" institute, they force of strict regimen of pure pleasure as a treatment. Don't they know we had rather be sad and crying. All that fun has got to be tough. Oh well, they are the professionals. When was the last time you saw a depressed Jamaican?

Zach is doing great. He loves his truck, and I think he will take good care of it, and mainly BE SAFE! Sam says "hi" by the way.

I will mail the CD to you tomorrow.

I responded to your email, so check to see if you're getting them, ok?

Yeah, I wish I could be there with him. His very first trip to Disney World. But there's nothing I could do about that. I'm glad he's having fun but I can't wait to see him. I worry that he's not getting enough attention. My H said the other day that he was "showing his" [censored]. And I know better than that. He just doesn't know what to do with him. He acts as a normal 3 yrd old should, HE'S THREE! He's not an adult. He doesn't understand that.

This "Hey Mon" institute sounds like pure misery. I don't know if I could handle it or not.

You tell Sam I said hello too. And give him a big bear hug for me. Any dog that can lick himself to the beat of the music deserves at least a hug.

I hate that I wont be able to post with you tomorrow. Everyone has deserted me. My son, my mom is gone to Missouri, and now you. This nonsense must cease!

Don't get sad on me, ok? Everything is going to be just fine.

Sounds like some people need to get their priorities straight around here. Soon needs someone to talk to, and we are letting her down. Are you working Friday? We'll get all caught up then.

Thankful is AWOL on us again. I hope she is doing well. The last post from her was so encouraging. Just keep praying.

If you start waffling on getting mental treatment, I may be forced to get a doctor to commit you. Don't make me get ugly like that. You will drink, you will dance, and you will have a good time, so you can get well.