A New Hope (

Oh, August, how do I welcome thee. Or so I thought. Now, I keep saying, "August can't get worse than July." I've been warned by a good friend that I am just inviting trouble with a statement like that, and I'm starting to believe that she is right.

Though just when I've hit the lows of my self-pity, I'm reminded that I only have MINOR problems in the grand scheme of things. Today we found out that a co-worker's mom has cancer that has spread and she's been given 4 - 6 months tops, without treatment. This is a woman that was vibrant and charming and wonderful at ther first grandchild's baby shower just a few months ago.

Minor note...once again my car is at Goodyear. I'm going to lay the smack down on their asses this time. They're going to fix the mother up real nice. Yeah,I know I'm too white for that.