His ho-ho-holiness, Benedict XVI

ahh family....My Uncle Ivan just left.  This is my dad's brother who sold the family land without giving anyone a cut of the profit a few years ago.  I never know how to act around him, I sort of wish he just wouldn't come around at all. 

We all had one of a million conversations about my crazy, abusive, alchoholic, homicidal grandparents (my dad's parents) and I got to thinking....this shit would be a really good movie.  If I was industrious enough, I'd write this stuff down and sell the rights.  We talked about my grandpaw chasing Grandmaw Rose up the levee with swords he'd brought back from the war and Grandmaw walking into my Aunt's third grade classroom with a bloody rag over her nose that my grandpaw had broken.  She found it necessary to let the nun and my aunt know that she was going to Charity Hospital because of her son-of-a-bitch husband.  There were stories of high speed chases complete with grandpaw's mistress, or as Grandmaw used to say, whore, firing a pistol at him from her car.  I don't have the strength to continue typing the scores of tales of abuse and bizarre behavior.....

All in all, This little vaca has been drab.  I spent all day pulling trees out of a fence line with my dad.  I'll spend tomorrow the same way.  I refuse to spend Sunday the same way.  I will, however, probably spend it grading math books...yuck.

Hope everyone had a good one and didn't lose a relative due to triptophane induced violence.

 It's funny how when you think you can never be with someone again because of something they did and suddenly you realize.....wait, I can forgive that and this can work!

I might be a homeowner by this time next month!