I feel like I am playing a game of mercy and I am ready to shout it out. As if things weren't challenging enough at work, let's add more. I can't really talk about what is going on, but I just want to crawl under a desk and hide sometimes.
One neat moment I had recently was looking through my grandmother's bible from my dad's side. She passed away before I was born, so the only way I know her is through my dad. As I was thumbing through I found a record for a bowling game. I apparently didn't get my bowling talent from that part of the family :). How awesome to pull out a piece of paper that my aunt had stowed away in her mom's bible. It almost immortalizes them for a moment. I wish I had the chance to know them. Genealogy becomes more and more interesting as I learn about where I came from. I wish you could smell this bible. It is what every book should smell like.