Ok, so maybe my dad would have emailed me. I've been rethinking this and remembering the kind of dad he was. He just might have sent a post. There would be conditions, however, my mom would actually have to do the sending. He didn't like to do stuff like that. The man never wrote a check in his life. I can see them now in the clouds. Father saying to Mumz, "send an email, she needs to hear from me". Where's my Kleenex?

Its been a horrific week in the world of human beings. Scumbags like Michael Vick appear everywhere. How that man and his barrage of sub culture thugs qualify for nothing less than torture is beyond comprehension. Once again, beloved father said to me once, "anyone who can hit a dog is just a coward, plain and simple". What then, is someone who could do what Vick did?

Then we have Andy Reid's son getting arrested once again for some kind of chemical in his system. Andy Reid is the coach by the way, of this town's pro football team, the very blue collar Eagles (read I am a devoted Redskins fan). Evident again what having a lot of money can do to some. To strive for things and set goals for oneself, [some of them seemingly unattainable] is part of the fabric of life and kicks people out of bed in the morning. I suspect these rich people have nothing to strive for so they fall prey to the wrong ambitions and situations. I have two wonderful, incredible kids both struggling along the way to reach their hopes and dreams. As hard as it is for a mother to stand by sometimes and see them stumble I know they are paving their way to real success.

And then we have the Phillies.

I am still finding it difficult to get this going. I find it very egocentric believing that anyone would want others to read their "diary" of sorts. No one needs to see the tomatoes growing in my garden or how I decorated my living room. What I find really disturbing is that other bloggers post an entry that simply says, "nothing happening today, I feel tired". Now THAT is newsworthy.

That being said.....

I received an spam email yesterday at my office that read, "You have a e card from your father". This is one of the many reasons trojan filled emails are just wrong. My dad past away in 1997. Although he was a man of many talents I don't see him sitting at his laptop behind the pearly gates sending off emails. The man was brilliant for God sake, he'd be talking with Einstein and Kennedy and planning drinks with a few kings and queens and my mom, of course. On a different level I found this email made me sad.

I don't know who said this but, "without any notice, there they are....words swimming in ink like sharks preparing for a feast on a broken heart." Uh huh.