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Vacation is calling my name. I’m so close I can almost taste it. What does a vacation taste like anyway? Apparently it’s going to taste like adventure. I just hope that nine days in Colorado with my family doesn’t drive us all crazy. The last time we took a trip in the car our nerves were worn pretty thin by the time we got back. But then again, I don’t really know how spaced out this trip is going to be since the rest of my family did most of the planning. Either way, it should be a good time.

So the last few days have been interesting. The other day I was making my blog rounds, checking in on some of the ones I actually care about reading. There was a lot of the typical: this is what I did today, this makes me mad, I don’t understand my friends, and of course stupid/funny links. Personally, I think that all of these entries have a place in the blog world. Still, through all the rest, one entry in particular caught my eye. Something a little different, that you (ok, that I) don’t see nearly as often. One of my friends has been going through a rough time in his life and wrote a beautiful entry I think just about anyone can relate to. With his permission, I give you Alone. The first comment is my attempt at encouraging words.

Other things of note…I played the longest spades game of my life the other night. Once again, while Leigh worked the West Hall desk from the couches in the lobby, a game of spades dragged on. We started out by going down over 200 points. Only to regain about 400 points in three hands. To bag over. Then get set. Then set them. Then they bag over. Back. And forth. Back. And forth. Finally, tie game. 595-597. As Jason pointed out, the game would have been over by computer rules. Ahh…but we don’t play by those rules, now do we? Somehow, Leigh and I managed to win the game. We set them in the final hand, completing a game that lasted three hours, went 19 hands, and could have been won nearly 5 times over. 247 total tricks taken. Wicked crazy. I sound like my sister and Pule.

Only four hours to go, then I finish packing and head for home. It’s ironic to me that I’m driving two hours south to go home this evening, when tomorrow morning I’ll be returning almost two hours north to head out to Colorado on I-70. I may not post again until after vacation. So until then: rock, rock on.

Currently Playing: Family Guy – Brian: Portrait of a Dog

Peter: [writing letter] Dear MacGuyver, Enclosed is a rubber band, a paper clip, and a drinking straw. Please save my dog.