My older brother:

I’ve been talking to Luke the last few nights and days; he’s a riot when he wants to be. I want to steal his oldest child Kyle, not that I wouldn’t take Camen but she’s a little too tiny for me to handle right now.
Luke and his wife have been planning on an addition the family, and NO, I’m not announcing another one on the way just yet, they are talking about it.
Kyle has to be the funniest little guy on the planet and I think he’s 3 now? I can’t keep up with ages anymore, my mind won’t allow it. He is all into football and baseball; I’m pushing for baseball like his uncle Mark. Really, he is into anything “ball”.
Luke said a few days ago the weather was really nice so Julie and the crew marched off to the park, where there was a fountain. Kyle loves to play with bubbles, you can imagine, a little boy, a bottle of bubbles, a fountain. Julie said she turned away for a minute to help Camen out of the sandbox and a flurry of bubbles and foam came rolling at them, Kyle has this look of horror on his face and ran behind her. Julie quickly nabbed up the kids and moved to the other side of the park, laughing all the way.
Camen is into the head shakes and high-fives. You, “Want a cookie?” her – Head shake- You, “Give me some loving” her- coming at you, mouth wide open and drool pouring out. You can’t say no to that now can you? She’s also into tight spots, the last time she came for a visit she found a spot in the great room to hide, that room is pretty big so losing a child isn’t too hard but to have the little rascal pin herself in between a chair and book case and wall makes her even harder to locate.
My brother just like myself is a lover of children. I want about fifteen or more, really I do want a large family like the one I grew up in. Luke was the best of older brothers, we had an even older brother but he didn’t live very long. His name was Matthew.
My parents were into the biblical names Matthew, Luke, Mark ----Jackson? My Mom wanted to name Jacks so she did. They had planned on having more children, after Jacks they couldn’t seem to produce another until Lori, who was an accident. I would have loved to have more siblings to prank, tell on, push around and of course love.
Luke and I have been doing our usual “remember when” stories and as we get older they appear to be more humorous. Maybe in my next posting I can remember some of the more crazier stories that happened with all four of us.

Wild weekends can be fun

Friday afternoon we all blew out to South Carolina for the whole weekend. We had to wait for Trace to pack up and race down to meet us and off we ran.I thought he might cry from leaving Michelle for two whole days! She was going out of town as well that’s why we didn’t have to twist his arm too hard.
The ride up was per usual, talking about the women in our lives, how they nag us, where the best places to eat ribs and wings and a few non mentionable topics. Ok, I did mention them I just don’t feel the need right now to put them on a web page; this is a diary of sorts not Porn Life.
Its great to travel with just guys, we can rent a hotel room and pack it with the 6 of us no problem. If girls came along, that means separate rooms, waiting to get ready. You know, all the girl things girls do to look nice –what the hell- for other girls. Ladies, we know you don’t dress for us!
Anyway, we packed in the room and searched out the lounge to see what kind of buffet they had and drink specials. I was praying they didn’t have talent night; we would never get Trace off the stage. After our “supper” we walked 2 blocks to the fight arena to see what was going on and to check out the competition. The place was packed!
Ultimate Fighting is exactly like what you would see if you watched it on the television. Guys beating the crap out of each other in the best fighting manor they know how, however on the side the ladies have their own wrestling matches going on. So if two guys are in the cage poking at each other, like little old ladies you can turn your attention to the pit and watch the chicks go at it.
Saturday we drove around town checking out the sites and just being stupid. One good thing, the beaches are the same as home. I wanted to take a nap before we went out so I hit the beach and a chair and a snooze. It was wonderful to have the sun beaming on me and wind blowing and my feet in the warm sand. I think I slept for nine days.
I woke to being jabbed to get ready to eat and go out, I was game for both.
The fighting was a riot; I never made it due to laughing so hard at Chris and not paying attention when it was my round. Trace was floored by the 3 round, Chris didn’t make it to the 2nd and Wayne and Jerry both won theirs.
Later, another bar and a few games of pool and laughter at Trace and his huge fat lip, he was called Mush Mouth the majority of the night. He did a perfect imitation of him as well that kept us in stitches and the waitress confused on the drink and food orders.
Sunday was another day on the beach and then time to pack and drive back home. While we were on the beach we all bragged about our battles, my only battle was maintaining control when Chris fought in the girls pit, he lost there as well. It was late in the evening before I made it home and tried my best to talk to Amy a while before I fell asleep on her.

Beautiful Fridays

I’m sitting in the office once more, just finished handing out checks and the guys are here doing the bullshit chatter with me. I’m answering a few e-mails and talking to some people online. Wow, work is hard when the weekend is near.
It’s been offered to me to go out of state for the weekend to an Ultimate Fighting Competition, “this time with a cage”. Now let me weigh this out, go out with the guys and possibly make a buck or two and then a lot of laughs or stay at home and look like another huge red neck in state? No brainier I go!
I’ve been talking also to my new chat buddy, Jess. You know, Jacks “victim” doing the “what ifs” and “I remembers” possibly because of my blog of the other day about Exs’. Odd, Amy and I had a very similar conversation not too long ago as well; it must be pressing on my mind.
However Beth did tromp in the office last Thursday with Elijah who is now walking around, more so bobbling around picking up items and handing them to you. Why do little kids feel the need to find a rock on the ground and hand it to you, to get the “Thank you” response, or just attention in general doing anything to get it?
Where ever my conversations leads me, I know in my heart of hearts I’m happy with my life as it is now. No pressures, trying my best to finish out school and have a good time on the weekends and make it back to work on Monday. If trouble follows its all Chris’s fault because he is like a jinx, he is also the master party planner who is giving me all this bad advice on what to do on the weekend.
Maybe I can drag Trace aka “Tracie” in this championship battle and get him into trouble as well. The last time he ventured out with me doing this he thought he broke his cheek bone, damn if I wasn’t on the floor buckled up in laughter. Trace is always fun to have on a trip; he comes up with many “Great plans” the mooning for money game, stacking of beer bottles on your head challenge. Ok, those sound weak but a few drinks and you would get the humor.
Wish me luck!

People…are weird

A good bit of yesterday afternoon, I spent talking to my brother’s latest “victim”. Ok, maybe I shouldn’t call her a victim; seems to me he is more of the victim. She has her act together, which is a massive improvement from the last two he grooved around with.
I like her even if she is from “The North” for us southern dudes. (Only kidding, remember Amy is about as far north as you can get). It’s funny to see him gravitate to someone once more. I didn’t think he would after the loss of Dee, or to anyone and the luck he had with the others would sway you to not want to try for a very long time.
They both love music, but who doesn’t? They both DJ on the internet, but who hasn’t? Both are fashion plates, I’m not! Both have a very dry and semi sarcastic sense of humor, I don’t know anyone else like that. Both love to try anything once and have a full on sense of adventure, which is scary.
Jess, that’s the name she prefers at the moment, I’m not sure what her nickname is of yet. We all know Jacks loves to give out his pet names for the ladies. Only in a few instances are the previous ladies of his past similar to her.
She isn’t anything like Jacks fabled counterpart, whom I liked as well but we never really chatted. She was very quiet and reserved something I just didn’t see that would mesh well with Jacks. I never exactly figured out what happened on that end with those two, it was all Jill all the time then suddenly nothing. Possibly school and the pressures of what life leads, tore them apart. Or the “Brbs” for days on end, which left him hanging and wondering, were just too much.
Then there was the “one that shall not be named”, another Italian (that isn't always bad). That whole high strung/drama filled summer even gave me gray hairs. It also gave him a backbone and an understanding of the unstable people in the world. Everything was all dandy in then the bottom fell out and the psych ward needed to be called. Not only for the fact, that whole relationship had to be kept quiet for some unknown and stupid reason. I heard (by my own ears) the twisted, mean, dramatic, words spewed in his direction to get an emotion of jealousy from him. During one of those sessions I went so far as to hang up Skype for him on her, instead of him taking that kind of verbal beating. Which he endured nightly, hours on end, without complaint to any of his friends that knew her as well, finally he tired of the whole drawn out battles she insisted on having and he called it quits. (Just comes to show, you think you know something about the "cute" couples.)
Jess, Jessica, insert nickname here, seems to be on her game with him. Not letting him get away with some of his wilder antics. She appears to ground him in some sort of fashion.
I don’t mind teasing with her; she is able to throw it right back, God knows he needs it thrown right back at him.
Right now, if you talk to Jacks, it’s her name continuously, what they did and who they saw, what they are going to do. I’m afraid he might one day go too far into details for me. He is mad in love with her, “I can’t stop thinking about her” which brings on his huge smile. I’ve talked to her and get the same reaction “I’m totally in love with that boy”.
From what I gather, its non stop between the two of them until the one insists its time for bed. It’s great to see two people so in love, may it last a long time. My only suggestion is to take it slow and easy, enjoy the ride and the fun times, you have many more to come.

Oh, I was supposed to say something about “One of the sweetest and cutest girls I know”…..

Why are weekends so short?

Friday blasted so fast for me, I promised Lori to watch her play on Saturday, she did pretty well, the girl on 2nd base thought she was the next Britany Spears and did a song and dance the majority of the third inning, as the majority of the balls cruised past her as she did her performance. Lori calmly walked over to her and gave her the finger/shake/ slash/point; the girl paid attention the rest of the game. I cackled in laughter.
Saturday night it was a night at the pub to listen to Trace twang away, in my best Barry White impression “Loveeee songs”. I think Michelle really has her hooks in him now, he’s with the googly eyes - elbow on table - chin propped up on his hand - staring right at her - mode. He is ring hunting which really blew my mind; he has been with her a little over a year, gradually progressing to the stage they are in. I’m sure it was a long hard row for Michelle to get to that point with him. He had some major trust issues when it came to women but she’s charmed him and calmed him down somewhat.
Sunday was a busy day as well; I desperately needed a server upgrade between the office and the Greenhouse connections. That was a production in its self, right before my huge dinner with G.
The way the Greenhouse is booming I really needed the new equipment, I was hoping that it would have come in last month when Jacks was around but of course there was no luck on that. So it only prompted me to call him when it did arrive and ask him to talk me through setting everything up. This of course meant that I would interfere with his time and his latest “victim”. Truthfully I asked Jess before I mentioned to Jacks that everything might be in for him to help me install. She agreed to lend him out for “an hour” wow, you are so generous there! I knew she was kidding me.
Over two hours later the server was up and running, he was in a slight panic due to the fact it was longer than required, just prior to that, his electricity blew out for the second time that weekend. He later found out the construction men behind him blew it the first event then a small animal worked its way in a power box and blew itself to smithereens to knock out half the down town area of electricity. I assured him his lady would be happily waiting on him just to chill out.
I called him later to check how badly he was shamed for being so tardy, he said not too bad but my ears should be burning… hum wait a minute, they are!

Male rattles…….

The other day I rattled off on some of the females in my life, that I know or made an impact in my life. As promised I would “share the fun” with the male counterparts. Luckily for you, this list is short but the blurbs may be longer!

Normally and I say that lightly, I would start off with my Pops but instead I will with:

PG, he is a champion of mine, patience and knowledge about and with people. He can be with someone 30 minutes and know them inside and out. He’s shown me to take it easy on myself. How to be in love with a woman for over 40 years, that after all that time its still ok to hold hands in public.
Pops, wow, as much as I run off about him, he’s taught me what not to do. So what I see to do the revese. To support my children on their ventures, to respect their feelings and let them have a try at life. That everything isn’t always going to be rosie but at least deal with it. How to be a man and act like one as well.
Luke, that you can marry young, you can have wonderful life and still carry on as a kid. Not only did he teach me to tie my shoes but to be provider of my future family, then still go out and have a wild time.
Jacks, dear God, this one has taught me much about really paying attention to others feelings. Looking for the beauty and goodness in everyone and believing in second chances. That hyper sometimes is good.
Trace, that everything makes music if you listen hard enough. To be funny in one second and blow you away with a smart ass remark the next. Letting someone hurt you and learning from that hurt.
Chris, he’s taught me the best way to be a huge fool. To work with a monster hangover and love it. (He needs to get back from Florida I miss him).
Wayne, the counter part to Chris, again the best way to be huge fool and a way to cheat at playing quarters and not get caught. (He can stay in Florida)
Last but not least George, the old man that gave me tips and tricks in lawn care. Who showed me that science actually came from the old ways and “them smart men that tote heavy books aren’t always right”.
As I said the list is short but they each mean something to me. Besides I didn’t want to sound too mushy with the gents and I do want to go out tonight!

The “Ta” lady &”Other” women in my life.

Last night Trace and I were talking about of course, women, it’s our favorite topic! He is head over heels in love with Michelle. “I didn’t know it really could be like this man” I laughed at him and told him it only gets better but be prepared for some hard times too.
He’s very aware of the hard times; I’ve witness him going through two of those. After we talked about his woman and mine it made me think, “Wow, I really know a diverse set of women” each of them having complex personalities. Some I’ve known all my life and then some I’m getting to know each day.

First is my Mom, she’s my conscious, back bone, courage or what makes me “me”. She’s the one that taught me the rules of how to treat a lady, how to dance with one and how to dress for one. When to really prove you are listening to others and show its ok for men to care, so much she’s taught me.
G, she’s the one that taught me kindness in a slow drawn out southern way that it always doesn’t have to be in a grand scale. To laugh at my mistakes, have the backbone to make more, the love of food, and the hate of tomatoes.
Amy, she’s given me, of course love and concern and ideas and compassion no one has ever shown me. She has given me the power to love again and move on with my life as well.
Lori, that’s my little character, the fun side, and my youth. She brings mischief in my life again and surprises, along with love and how to pamper a lady. Taught me patience and learning more from that “little kid” every day, than I could from any adult.
Beth, my Ex. Yes, she’s even taught me things like: you can’t let people rule your world or push you around with bully remarks. That people will go out of their way to do something crazy to get their way. It’s ok to let go.
Wanda, that love can really last a lifetime if you let it and beyond, how she still thinks of her dearly departed husband till this day. Children, need and will have a mind of their own and it’s ok to let them fall. How some women are only out for one thing and when they think they found it they really didn’t want it.
Bee, hard work always will bring good results and more so if you take pride in it, check and rechecks is the key. Having a cute smile and twinkle in your eye might get you somewhere but to work for it means more.
Diane, being single isn’t always so hard or lonesome as long as you have good friends and family and a great sense of humor.
Cari, having a family of all girls isn’t so bad if you can get a handle on them and some times fears just come natural.
Dee, that we all have a dark side and try to keep it hidden, even the hurts and letdowns in our lives. Sometimes life gives you hurdles and you feel overpowered to conquer them.
Jess, that you can love someone utterly goofy and not care. That patience and forgiveness on the young and naive makes you more attractive.
Julie, who can love someone so much like me and tolerate him, bring two beautiful children in the world and still have the sanity to want more.
Jenny, we all make mistakes and sometimes it’s harder to let go and give up. That anything can happen to you, it’s not a safe world out there.
I could go on and on about “other women” I known or met, some I haven’t thought of in years, some I’d rather not. They all have made some sort of impact in my life and helped me make decisions and changed my life’s path in one way or another. This is a short list of the females that have put an effect on my life, maybe Friday I can hit on the males?

So I had another nice weekend….

This weekend was pretty good on the “Good Scale” I worked some at the office, maybe 30 minutes 45 at the most, then ran off to eat lunch with the guys and chill some. I talked to Amy a little while and the off to be with PG and get his barn under way. We broke for a while as he grabbed his remote control helicopters his is yellow and Jacks is of course green. I took control of the green, for a while, until, the fateful side of the barn accident. I swore that barn wasn’t there before!
We both just stood there in amazement, not only the fact it looked like it should have been in a movie. The damn thing exploded on impact and fell on fire, damn it why didn’t we put army men inside? Lori gave out the “Ohhhhh Jacks is going to be mad!!” Shtick, as we both chuckled and ran to put the small flame out.
So, another long break we drove over to the hobby store where my PG hangs out. I like going in there, but its been a while, usually covered in geeky adults and wild hyper children. This time was no different. PG said not to worry we will grab Jacks the latest version of the helicopter and be done with it. Not so, when my PG goes in there its like he’s drifted off into his child hood. There are old train sets and sceneries that would astound you, Jacks has one in his room, a mini diorama of a N scale train set, they both tinker and add to it.
So I walk over and looking at some more of the sets and I see it, its like I had an epiphany. A rock and waterfall set up, just what I needed to work on. I could easily incorporate this into my work by making a smaller model of the waterfall and bring it to scale. I played with it a little on Saturday night and left it to go out.
Sunday, another full meal with G and then to work it off with PG at the barn, thank goodness we have the roof up now so when the small rains come we are protected. The barn isn’t 300 yards away from my lot in a subdivision that joins the back part of the farm. We stopped a while to check it out, finally they have the streets cut for my phase and almost the sidewalks. My lot looked weed ridden and a few lots out a newer house was being built. Its strange the economy isn’t really contusive to house building or buying right now. A pity, because I’m ready to build and get out of the house now, later on Lori and I looked at paints and woods for the floors, she’s going to help me decorate at least “her” room. I can only imagine what G and Mom have plans in store for it.

Never fear Friday is here!

Aside the fact that it’s going to be a beautiful day, I think the weekend might pull off to be one as well. I’ve been insane busy with a new client, customer, lost planting soul; which ever you prefer to be called. I enjoy working with new people; it always aids me to grow in the business, not only that, they give me new ideas.
This one wants to have a waterfall fountain sitting area, something new to test out on my building and crafting skills. It shouldn’t take too long to construct, I’ve been up late planning the whole concept and talking to some of my instructors on my best routes to attempt it.
This week I’ve been eager to visit Towanda, (her real name is Wanda) she’s a crack of dawn old lady that I love dearly, she makes the most tart lemonade any individual could possibly make “The bigger the pucker the better the taste” is her motto. I met her while back, after she decided to make her house a drive through, which they promptly revoked her drivers license. Well, news flash, just because you take that slip of paper away the car will still run. She tells me stories of Old Savannah, voodoo and witch crafting and hexes, gives me advice on the ladies and love, how people should treat others and tells me stories of her children. She has a wise old heart. Some day I’m going to take Lori there and let her get a mouth and earful.
The seasonal changes are always hard on Mom; having some bad days once again. Her bones and muscles ache, I see her sitting calmly and then wincing in pain. Lori has been extra attentive to her this week; I assume she’s noticed it as well. Mom is a master of disguise when it comes to her ailments, she prefers no one to fuss over her. G says she’s like an old cat in that when they don’t feel well they hide to recoup.
Early this morning I goofed off with Jacks, he’s still the same when it comes to his work, always the doubter on anything he creates. It looked perfect; however, I did want to do some landscaping for his bland area. I’ve been pushing him to understand the value of curb appeal, flat isn’t always the way to go. I insulted him with the suggestions.

Two days down!

Well Monday and Tuesday were both in a flurry of work for me, the weather is sort of picking up now. If we can get out from under this huge rain cloud and dry up some we might be able to work properly.
I’m happy that the Greenhouse is going so well, never thought that it would be as prosperous as its becoming. My G told me a long time ago that we should try it, but I was afraid how my Pops would react to me selling flowers let alone playing in the mud as I do now, my nickname from him is “Lawn boy”. PG gave me the strength to go ahead with my dreams and set up shop, he even helped me wire it and Jacks set up my network of computers and painted this fantastic mural for me. I think I’m more proud of that art work than the whole Greenhouse. Maybe because it was a family gathering, G and Mom both put their touches in it as well. They shop a lot on the weekends and usually manage to make it right at lunch time right over there to have a bite with me.
Bee has been talking of putting a small café there, ok that would bring in a whole knew realm of problems and licenses and other complications I’m not prepared for. My G and Mom love the idea of course. Hey, they get all the free flowers and plants, now its food?
When ever I do anything it’s a slow, drawn out process, we were all taught that its not worth having if its not worth waiting and working for. Possibly why I take my time in my schooling, no big rush there and the Greenhouse was about 2 years to set up. It was 3 months or more before I bought the bikes and almost 6 months before on my truck.
I talked to Amy some this weekend, she’s of course busy with work and her brother is sick again and she looking to buy a new car since her truck loves the taste of gas so much. I pumped the idea of doing a lot of online comparisons and shopping around this time before she jumps into anything. The 09s are coming out so the 08s will be dropping, can’t say much about the cars however.
I talked to Jacks Monday night a while, he was tired and in need of a long run per him. His little venture online is going along, I told him to get his name out there and advertise and not to worry, his products are great and it will soon come to reward him. He stresses because I helped him get his start and he’s eager to pay me back.
Tuesday was sort of busy but rainy, late that afternoon I had a call from someone that wanted me to check for an estimate that kept me even later. Left for home talked to Amy and dropped off to sleep.
I got the job, which luckily to me is about 3 blocks from Towanda who I will be calling on today.

Weekend Warriors

Weekend is over and done, whew! I’m glad to get back into the work grind and be a productive unit in the working force – NOT.
I did have a pretty good weekend, Friday it was decided to venture out to Hooters for wings and things. The “things” aren’t what you might think, dirty minds. It was a co-workers birthday on Saturday so we celebrated it a night early, going out to eat then the park to sit on cars like a bunch of red necks and talk. I haven’t done that in ages.
Saturday my PG wanted me to drive him up to South Carolina to visit family and pick up some lumber he’s using to add on to the barn, and then we proceeded to work on the barn after our return. Why go to SC to get lumber? Well, the story is the aged wood that we were picking up was from a great grandfather’s house, I thought that was pretty cool but was worried it was going to be cruddy wood. It wasn’t, it’s like back in those days they really knew how to grow trees.
Saturday night was another night in the park; I think this is going to be a habit for the spring, summer it will be way too hot. Maybe we can really go wild and open up our hoods of our cars/trucks and let people walk by and see what’s under them. Mostly grease and oil and dust are under mine; think I might con Lori into some cleaning? Probably my best bet is to ride my motorcycle instead.
Sunday was of course a full meal at Gs, this week sometimes we have to open up their pool. I dread it like the plague that means longer visits on those days because of swimming and napping. Lori and I practiced her ground balls, she’s a total nut case when they come zooming at her.
I didn’t hear from Jacks or Amy much; probably because I was so busy running errands and they both were caught up in there own weekend wars.

Promises

I promised Lori I’d blog about her game today, especially if she did “reahhhhly good” Ok, so she didn’t do really well but she did pay attention to the game and listened to coaches, the real one and me! I think we need to practice ground balls some more, they tend to roll up her glove and arm then fling off in multi directions. That would happen, she would shrug and look at me, “Don’t look at me get the ball”. I’m a full believer in the Man Your Base person, if its more than 5 steps let a team mate get the ball behind you, so you don’t leave first base open.
It was slow, so it was office work for me. Cari called in “not feeling well”, I learned her husband was off and she was out in the Mall. I wish she would just tell me she wanted to be with him and not come up with excuses. She and Diane are on the outs again, this time it is a minor tiff. “She always is the right one no matter what”. This made me laugh, because I’m always the right one no matter what! When work picks back up to a hectic pace they will pull together.
I think tonight after homework, I might go out for a while and listen to Trace. Michelle called me to join them last week but with company here I couldn’t. Trace is a changed man, no more wildness, wanting to go out and get drunk. He’s flipped his bike that I know of 4 times and since Michelle not once. I always think back on the time he and Jacks ran into each other on their bikes as they shot fireworks at one another. I swear one of the dudes that saw it and said “Wow man, that was so cool, do it again” looked like the dread locked guy on American Idol.
Speaking of Idol and Jacks he’s becoming a fanatic over the show, well he really was when Bo Bice was on since he knew him. We were talking about it and he suggested they have a Pop Video type of show to make it more interesting. I laughed but its not a bad suggestion.

Bump day

Yesterday was the day of fools, not one prank was made on me that I didn’t catch. –Does the “You can’t fool me” dance-. I had my last full day classes and getting ready for finals next week. This will be interesting I know, the Fashionista queen approached me Monday asking for help, a little to late I’m afraid. I made so many notes that my fingers wore tired and an indentation in the index began to appear. A couple of nights of reviews and everything will be fine.
Emily, my Gs little friend is becoming a constant figure in the house now; she sits and talks to Mom about family and plays with Lori. She’s an only child and just moved in to town and loves the idea of a large crazy group, welcome to my world. She isn’t quiet by any means as I first thought of her, and tried to pull a few pranks on me yesterday. I like her easy going disposition about life; she just takes what comes to her and tackles it. I dare not show her my blog page or any other web antics for fear of her wanting to join in them.
Lori promised me tonight that if I came to watch her practice and play that she would pay attention to the game and not gossip. She has one little boy friend on another team she scopes out for every night. Brady is his name, I think he’s been an on and off kind of boyfriend for a long while. I caught them on Sunday holding hands in Sunday school, gave her the scowl “If Amy was here you would hold her hand!” she got me there.
Mom is making plans for a family cruise/vacation, she feels up to going again. This time she wants everyone to go, apparently Julie and G and she came up with this brill idea over the Easter holiday. I want to see Ireland, she wants to see France and family there again as does G and Julie, Luke doesn’t care, Lori is just learning about the places and Jacks said Greece. Where ever we do decide to go, it will be an adventure; hell going to Wal-Mart is an adventure for us all.