Sorry Mama, Never Meant to Hurtcha

WARNING: TO MY DEAR MOTHER...DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT READ THIS POST.

To sum up my life this week, I will say its the end of an era. I know this is like the third or fourth blog entry that I've come across this week that deals with the loss of a family pet. Last night my Mom called in tears. Our "Mister" was gone. In a whirlwind of emotional rollercoasters that has been my families mantra this month, it was his time to go. For nineteen years he was part of our family. Nineteen years. That is a long time to have such a great friend. He was an Australian Shepherd and I have so many fond memories of him. I remember as kids, we were like his little "sheep". He'd wait for all of us to walk in the door and then "herd" the last one in. Fiesty, gentle, and sweet...

The second sign that its and end of an era is good for me, sad for others. My baby brother, okay, so he's 22...moved out here with a great friend (whom I've also known FOREVER) to live in AZ for bit. I've not lived in the same city as him for TEN years. Since he was 12. It's such a great feeling to call him and know he's right down the street. Today he babysat my kids and changed his FIRST diaper. (Tyler gave him a nice little initiation...atta boy Ty) Anyway, he rolled into town sportin' his True Religion's (I think they might fit me, he'll never know their gone...)- Maybe he'll spread some of his fashion sense on me..I think Brad is lovin' it to, he's said, "I wonder what the "boys" are doing" & "maybe the "boys" want to come over and hang out" about ten times this week. :) I think he always wanted a "little bro."

Change is definitely in the air-