There is only so much one person can take. The fit hit the shan again this weekend with my parents and that whole situation (see previous posts starting around the beginning of the blog). My dad went and filed divorce papers on Friday and my mom, my sister and I all found out Saturday morning when we opened the paper. S.O.B. I actually didn't see it when I read my newspaper. I don't usually read that part, mainly because it is none of my business. Anyway, I was on my way to take roomate Marti to the airport, around 7:30 a.m., for her flight to Dallas when my mom called in hysterics. I always cringe when my phone rings at odd hours of the day. So I spent the rest of the trip back to York cursing out my dad including a conversation we had, where I told him that I never wanted to see or talk to him again. At the time I meant it. Then I talked to Bob. Wonderful Bob who I always run to when I'm in trouble. He put the whole thing in perspective for me. He reminded me that it doesn't matter how much of an asshole my dad may be, at least he is still around. Bob's dad died when we were in college. Kind of made me stop and think a little bit about the whole thing. So far there is no resolution. My dad showed up at the house on Saturday afternoon as I was leaving and supposedly had a talk with my mom. Seems his reason for the filing of the divorce was to get my mother's attention so she would go to counseling. HELLO! I think there are better ways than that! Sigh. So anyway, they are both going to start going to counseling. My mom on her own and the both of them to our new pastor. I could use something too. A nice large shot or 10 of tequila should be about right. Speaking of my mom, she kind of ticks me off too. She is more worried about my dad and what other people think of him than about herself! Ugh! I swear to god if I ever get wrapped up like that in a guy you all have my permission to hunt me down and shoot me.

Also found out my trip to Nags Head is not going to happen now. Apparently Mindy's place was underbooked so she offered the week to family. Good Lord, I needed that vacation too. I took back three of my vacation days from that week at job #1 and now I am just planning on taking an extended weekend trip to somewhere. Maybe Bob's mom will let me use their time share in Williamsburg. I don't know. I just know that I do need to get out of Dodge for a few days in a row or else I'll go completely batty.

Still managed to drag myself out of bed for the game Sunday morning. Was not as exciting as I had hoped but still top quality football nonetheless. It would be so cool to be in Brazil right now just to witness the celebration going on. I can only imagine!

Well, on that note, I'm outy. I can hardly think straight.

Night.