GOVERNMENT? WHAT GOVERNMENT?

Dearest Canadian Granholm:

I believe I speak for all of Michigan when I say this: you deserve to be hung and shipped back to Canada with the rest of the canadian garbage. Actually, just dropped in the dirty river of Detroit, that would suffice. This is unbelievable. You are truely and utterly a pitiful spy. We all knew as soon as we heard you were a Canook that you only meant harm. We will be taking over and imprisoning you for your crimes.

Sincerely,

(what should be) The Law of Michigan Milita.

That's what I think. Don't hate me for the matter.

As for a story, boy do I miss Shawn coming in randomly and heading strait for our fridge and saying "hey guys" with a mouth full of food. I love you too Shawnie.

Why is it Good if it is not their Will?

That's right folks...if you work at goodwill with a bunch of ILLEGAL Mexicans, you can get benifits but yet, for some strange reason, you are not allowed to buy anything from the store...

David got a job, but it doesn't sound very good. I have a job, it's not good. My point? Keep looking. Until then, at least we're not starving.

So Jeremiah was swearing that there was a lizard that lived on the 2nd and a half floor landing, but nobody believed him until David and him went outside and of course, if he sees a wild animal he goes after it. He brought it in, to Sharon's dislike, and it was missing it's tail already. Good one David. Then of course, I get in close to take a picture of it with my phone because it's SEE THROUGH and it jumps out of his hand and under the dishwasher it goes. David got it back out, packaged up into tuperware and was feeding it ants for a couple days. He let it go on our balcony so hopefully it will stick around where we are. It was pink, when it was on the window you could see the food in his belly. At least we know he wasn't starving when we let him go.

For some reason I cannot get the picture right now but I will post it later. Until then, I am going to go get ready for work, since I have to keep working there until I find something much better, which could be just about anything. Hoping the guy calls me back for the book keeping job. That would be nice.

Ginger Marrie

Too Much...

Ok...this is a long story...

My dear musically talented french gypsy is gone. He shall see everything he has ever wanted to see. Hey Paul, you're doing it all, you're ten feet tall, you could be anything today...

So BESIDES that...

We are no longer living 5 minutes from the pacific. No...not even 100 miles... We had no cash saved, the county of Santa Cruz told us that where we were living was "unsafe", we had broken hearts, so we packed up and amazingly took my cavalier (which has many issues...) to Arizona. Yes, where it's hot, where mostly catus grow...the desert in which Pheonix resides. There is family here. We did a lot of dancing around the apartment manager pulling all the strings she could and now we have a place--a really cool place--for a year at least. Where it's hot. Where the sun doesn't go away. Which don't get me wrong, if you know me at all you know that I love the sun, but when there's no ocean breeze to tame it down a bit it gets to be way way too much too quick. There aren't very many trees to hide under, but even if you find one it's still scorching hot underneath... and on the eighth day god gave man air conditioning...

So maybe it's not such a long story, but just knowing that things are on the downhill now (that is, the good downhill called less crazy) is making me happier. Now all we need is to find ourselves good jobs and we will be in much better shape than we were weeks ago.

Paul, I wish I could still go to France with you. I love you.