One Week and Counting...

This time next week, I will be sitting in the sand, drinking a margarita and starting a fabulous week with my family.

The last time I was at the beech, my vacation started out driving through a hurricane (Charlie) and having my last conversation with Pete. The week continued with my sister in law being a total bitch. Yes, a cat fight ensued that Thursday.

This year, no hurricane, no Pete and no sister in law. Missing one is better than dealing with the other two.

I am in dire need of a break from life. I have been really stressed lately - enough so that I am seeing a therapist. I feel no shame talking with someone about my problems. When I leave from talking with "Lisa", I feel like weight has been taken off my shoulders and a wave of relief washes over me.

Gotta run - ciao

Really Official

my diploma came this weekend. i know i keep beating a dead horse, but I really am pumped about doing this.

Other than that life is going ok. I am looking forward to heading south to Emerald Isle for vacation at the end of August. It is a well deserved one and I will be with my Mom's side of the family sans Gordy. I will miss him, but sometimes you need some time apart - makes you appreciate each other more.

Gotta run, back to work.