So as many of you know, the month of August leaves me out of sorts and alot of the time just plain crazy. My body has just realized the month has come, so bear with me. This is the time when I cry when I think about my family and how much they mean to me, when I laugh at myself constantly, and when I stare at the clouds and stars and wish I knew what they knew. This is the time that I examine myself and generally find myself lacking, and wish I knew how to fix it. When I wish I could just sit and cry on the phone with my Daddy. I know I could never do this...he's my hero, and who wants their hero to see them hurt?
I recently re-connected with an uncle on facebook. He is my Mom's brother, and swears that my Mom and Dad were his favorite in the family. He says I look like her, that I have her twinkle. It's the time of year when I really want to know those things, when knowing my aunts and uncles better seems that much more important.
Well...anyway, it's August. Bear with me.
