Accepting the things I cannot change . . . I suppose the goal of an Alcoholic Anonymous and Al-anon Family Group mountain conference is not designed to irritate you, but I've found myself quite conflicted this week. You see, I am a little pissed off about God's decision making skills. Apparently, He thought it necessary for me to be born into a family with a long history of alcoholism. I am not okay with this. As a kid growing up in a highly dysfuntional home, I knew we had the funk...

Doesn't this look like fun? My Mexican dentist was amazing, but boy was my mouth sore! Everybody has to have a chipmunk picture. I tried to be a trooper, but tears flowed. This is me a week later. Since the previous picture was so pathetic, I figured I should try to redeem myself. Bring on the FUN! This is me and my family. Aren't we all good lookin'? I'm glad you can freeze a moment in time with a photograph. My little brother was the life...

Summer is slowly slipping away, and I decided I should pause long enough to record a few memorable events. I completed a marathon trip to Victoria, Mexico where I bravely subjected myself to the extraction of four wisdom teeth. I wouldn't call it a vacation, but a much-needed chore was accomplished and my bank account dodged a $4,000 dollar bullet! Upon my return, I decided to make a mad dash trip to the Texas Panhandle in order to celebrate my oldest sister's thirtieth birthday. All of my si...