Okay, I'm getting ready to go to our every-two-year family reunion. Let me say that going to this compares to, say, putting slivers underneath my fingernails, but I still go nonetheless. The worst part about this one is the brother that is going to be there with the new girlfriend while his kids-from-his-former-marriage walk around like they're zombies or something. Gawd, it's going to horrible. Then there's the cousin that flirts with any man that moves--family or not. Oh, and the uncle that...

So I'm really into horror books right now. Stephen King, Richard Laymon, Ray Garton--you name it, just scare me and I'M THERE! I stayed away from those types of books for many years, but suddenly the thought of being scared witless holds a certain appeal to me that I can't resist. Vampires? Suck away! Zombies? Hey, follow me if you dare. My imagination takes over, wanting only to get to that next seciton of the book where I'm ready to throw the book across the room to keep the demons away. Ah...

Gawd, I have to look for a job. The job I have now is okay and I like the people I work with okay, but truth be told, it just doesn't pay enough. It's a lowly job to some people's thinking but it's fun and the work isn't too bad--I actually enjoy going to work, for the most part. But how is that that this job I have doesn't make ends meet? How can I live in a three bedroom, two bath home (nothing fancy, now), have two older cars, etc. and still not have enough to live on? It makes no sense, I...