Uncle.

Yep, I give. I've had enough. Please stop.

I'm strong, independent, reliable and a good friend. But a lot has happened in the last two weeks. Heck, you could even label it the worst two weeks of my life. But I'm still here.

Kenny Chesney sings a song, where the lyrics go "the fact that I'm still breathing means that I must have survived."  Well, he's singing about a party.... an awesome party at that, and I am surely NOT, however, I somehow feel I can kinda relate.

One family tragedy, after another. Plus somehow my super-secure "chip card" gets hijacked without ever leaving my possession. Neat. Just one more great thing to deal with. 'sigh'

I guess it's times like these you figure out who your friends are, and aren't.

There's really no message and no moral in this blog/rant.  Simply an appeal to the higher powers. It's time to cut me a break. I'll dust myself off and keep going, but I could use a hand.