Life . . .

Two weeks ago tomorrow I was at my Aunt's house for my cousins 10th birthday party. I wasn't suppose to go but I had nothing else to really do so I figured I would spend it with my family. It's weird. Most kids my age want nothing to do with their family - not me!! I love my family and I love spending time with them. Every year when my birthday rolls around my father complains about having another birthday party. I fight for not because I want the party but because I love getting together with my whole family. We typically have a good time together and generally enjoy one anothers company. I trucked from Worcester to Reading and graced my family with my presence. I had originally told them I wasn't going to be able to make it so I surprised them. While I was at the party my Uncle Billy and I were outside - he was changing my headlight and being beaten by the inside of my car =-/ - he said that I should continue to write on my blog because it makes him feel connected to me. I won't lie, it made my day. Uncle Billy has always seemed to me as one of my more "serious" uncles but as I have gotten older I feel like I can talk to him about more and generally just interact with him more. Knowing that he takes the time out of his day to check on my blog and me meant the world to me. Thanks Uncle Billy - I hope you enjoy my stories =) I love you!

On another note, his comment made me realize that I hadn't blogged in over a month and two weeks later I finally have time to do it. So much has gone on in such a short amount of time but I am healthy and happy. I don't have much to complain about and I wake up every morning hoping and praying for another good day.

The last time I wrote was the day after we left my Grandfather's house for the last time. I was getting ready to go back to school but wasn't sure how to feel and what to expect. Granpa has now been living in the "community" for a little over a month and seems to be doing fairly well. It is a big adjusment and I don't think he was as prepared for it as we all thought he was. He is slowly but surely making friends and at this point I guess that is all that matters. When I saw him at my cousins party he had his ID card clipped to his collar and was generally just adorable. The "community" has a pretty large campus and I think that is also what is hard for him. Living where he did for 45 years, he was completely comfortable in and familiar with his surroundings. I hope that he continues to strive and I wish him nothing but happiness.

School has been great. I live with 5 other girls and we have a blast together. I love them with all my heart and am so happy to be experiencing this part of life with them. The work load I could do without. It has been hard getting "back into the swing of things" but I guess I'm doing okay. My first weekend back I was drunk for the first time in my life. To be honest, I don't think I was ACTUALLY drunk, I think that because I had never really consumed alcohol that it was just too much on my stomach and made me sick. I haven't done it since and am okay with it. I feel like for once in my life I am ACTUALLY experiencing college. I am healthy and happy and at this point that is all that matters. I miss Krista like crazy by we stay in touch and I've gone home a few weekends to see her. Last weekend I went home because she was going to her first formal high school dance. She looked GORGEOUS! Not that that is surprising to any of us. I will be going home next weekend to go to the Fireman's Ball and watch my Dad receive his 25 year pin for 25 years of service on the Fire Department.

School runs a retreat called START and I made team for this semesters retreat. I am giving a talk on community and in the talk I speak highly of my family and their support through my illness, surgery, and recovery. I can't wait for it.

I'm going to stop here and hopefully write again soon. I have homework to get done and it isn't blogging =)

I wish you all a happy and healthy weekend.

Until next time . . .