Today

I had to rewrite my last post because where I may have thought that I connected all the dots to my stunning mental prowess, a lot of my readers thought I may have just purchased a bong.

I contemplated cutting off my ear and mailing to a blogging peep, but last post was WAY more fun and efficiently crazy. Besides, I mail things and they disappear. I do not like the UPS Store by my house. The last two times I went in there, the desk clerk accused me of postal fraud for mailing a DVD as media mail. Last week, they ate two packages I sent USPS. I am not going back there.

When it comes to things I don't like, I'll add the IRS to that mix. I don't like the IRS at all because they couldn't count even if they hired a Harvard Actuary and locked him/her in a room with a calculator.

I've been waiting months for a refund check I should have received months ago. This is an infuriating reality when dealing with the government. I have children to feed, school supplies to own, bills to pay, and books to buy. Especially books to buy.

My sister, Sheena, is visiting from the UK for a few weeks. She IS Queen of the Jungle.

Sheen does volunteer work in London for a house of prayer. She'll be home for a few more weeks in the U.S. getting her poop in a group. And to bludgeon the ignorant travel visa employee in person for getting her visa business thoroughly botched. Just the thought of travel/Visa stuff makes my head hurt.

Sheen and I had a good time together. We used to fight when we were kids. A lot. I'm the oldest and she's the baby, so that goes without saying, yes? Now we only fight over the best coffee, kinds of beer, books, music, and movies. We're neck and neck over books and movies. I think I win the music fights but she wins the coffee fights. And that's only because she was a barista for Starbucks for umpteen years. She knows her coffee, yo, and it aint from Wikipedia.

Lastly, and on a more serious note...

Today the family is heading down to Portland to hang out with my side of the family for a memorial service. My Uncle Jim passed away last month after battling cancer. He was 63.

I wasn't close to him, but whenever I did see him, I would get the biggest smile and a warm hug. Jim was an amazing person with a big heart, bright eyes, and the most infectious smile you've ever seen. Seriously. I always thought he looked like an African American Sean Connery. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who thought that. :) He could also plunk out a mean blues riff on a guitar like no one I've ever seen. I will always think of him when I play my guitar. He is truly missed.