So

So my step mom slipped on the ice and broke her arm on Monday. Of course I had to call her graceful for it. But that really sucks for her, like there hasn't been enough sh*t this year to deal with. She finds out Friday whether or not she needs surgery on it.

So on another note, I was reading my new Popular Science Tuesday night and got depressed really quick. There was a write up about a new Craftsman tech hammer and I actually moved slightly to call Dad to tell him about it. So I called Christopher to tell him about it because he would appreciate it and understand how sad I was about the whole thing. And a few minutes ago I read an email and almost forwarded it to him because it was EXACTLY his humor....dry, knee slapper. This whole thing has not hit me yet, but I can now feel it coming. I dread Christmas, part of me wants to skip going to Dad's house. Not because I don't want to go but because it will hit me hard. It will not be the same when someone gets the inevitable duct taped box because he always thought it was funny. I bought the stupid Dilbert calendar because I just could not deal with not buying it this year. I have had moments with seeing almond banket and vanilla cherry cordials in stores because he loved them and would usually get some this time of year...pathetic I know. I can just feel the growing sadness inside. I am trying to be thankful and grateful for what I have and it is hard. I just needed to get some of that out.

I also want to say all the Haworth people are in my thoughts, crap thing to happen, especially this time of year.

Be safe, the snow storms are acomin'