(beware of girl with gun) 

D-Day is coming.... The day that I move, really flying away on a wing and a prayer. I am still surprised that I am doing this. I am not prepared mentally or physically (packing) for this. Mind you I have packed most of my stuff and it seems to be going okay. But I have reached a point that I just don't care. That point has come and I am too easily distracted by silly things. One being: 

Prison Break. What a rockin awesome show! I love it so. I am incredibly entertained. To the point that it distracts me from necessities of life.... Yes. And as luck would have it, the week before I leave, my sister fractures her foot and is in a cast. I am leaving next week and (to top it off, tax season is beginning...)  I feel like poo for leaving her like this... (really Bek, I do.) Although the most entertaining thing about today was that we needed to get the boys downstairs for prayer. Bek told me to do a Derek yell to get them down. I did my best and they came, not running but at a trot- with fear in their eyes. I think I have effectively pulled it off, without telling them I was going to smash their heads together. (ha ha) 

I leave next week. If you live in the vicinity of Utah- I will see you soon. Give me a call, we can get together. It'll be a rockin good time. And in your passing thoughts next tuesday, say a little prayer that I make it in my poor little truck the whole way. Bless his heart. (junior) 

All for now.