Today is my sisters birthday, i think I was one of the first to say Happy Birthday to her she actually said "You Rock"  how odd for her..
I'm tired today, but it is probably because of the nyquil I drank last night.  I don't think I'll write any poetry today, though I have been trying to get something posted to my website early every week.

I have decided to sit back and bide my time, see what happens with my sister befor e I go poking my nose in.  I dropped her a line let her know I do care.  I also am moving this month so going over 900 miles to help her is difficult at best. I figure next week after all the gossip has trickled down I'll call my brother and find out if it's for sure and if anyone is intending to help her.  if not then I guess i'll take a bus and try to give her a hand..

My sister has told me she is leaving her husband.  I am not against it, she married too early had children too early.  At least for my taste...
She asks for help moving her things to a new apartment, then lets me know he does not know she's leaving yet. Which is not a bad thing. It might be easier, safer.  She says she might not get the apartment, so she can't tell him yet, but she has told everyone she knows, except him.  The duplicity of my sister stuns me.  It is hard to know that she plays the same games as other women I have reviled and hated.  But I will go help her move nonetheless.. I have no children myself but how will she deal with their 2 children. Is she being petty and spiteful...? I feel mean to think so, but her husband seems so harmless.  And if I'm wrong about that I will beg for her forgiveness forever after I twist his head off. 

So to spice up my life I am now running a work blog and a life blog. This is the life blog. It's fun trying to keep the two separate.. Maybe we'll see since I've been ignoring this for a while.  Too many changes. I've moved to a new apartment, I am awaiting some initiative to pull together my book of poetry which I believe is all written and just needs to be compiled.  My poetry was always my secret passion.  short stories and ideas I am never afraid to expose to the world, but I'm more sensitive about my poetry and don't like to think of exposing it to the harshness of other peoples eyes..