My parents believed in vacation. I can recall memorible trips from my youth. Mesa Verde, CO and breaking down outside of Salina. A trip to Disneyland in Grandma's Buick Regal with lots of Carpi Sun. My parents are awesome. I was a kick ace Ranger for the Day at Mesa Verde. The California trip marked the end of my sibling rivalry with my little sister. "known in my family as the 11 year war" I can recall my mother threatening the end of the trip and certain lives if it did not call a truce. . . at that the civil war ended. Oh there were flare ups. . . I was 16 when she was 13! Disaster. I miss her every day now. I wanted to miss her every day then. . . Love you Ree! Anyways. . . I go to work and notice people are gone for a week or two now and again. They have a life= They go on vacation. I also have a life, it goes like this . . . wake up. . .Sleep on the bus. . . go into the hospital or school. . . leave for home close to dark . .Fall asleep on the bus ride home. . . Rock Emma and fall asleep in the chair. . . wake up with a stiff neck and go to bed. . . etc. etc. There are variations on occasion, but that is basically most of how my days go. . . So I have decided that, I am going to go. . . Somewhere! Maybe even out of state. . . I know scary. School will be over on August 10 for 16 whole days so. . . I am going to take time off. I know no really. Really. Shut up. I can do it. I can. We will see!
