*ahhh*

Well, here we are.  Today was the day in which all "out of town" orders had to ship.  I offerred to be the CS rep that hunted down orders lost in CS.  I worked my TAIL off, but we did it.  Some people were mad when it was said and done, but we got them all out.  "Change the due date or ship it!" became my phrase of choice.  The production staff loves me, but other CS reps hate me.  ehh, so be it.

Now, we wait to see if we made incentive.  If the remake percentage is low enough, we made it. If it's not, we didn't.  We'll know tomorrow.  Incentive means we get paid for 12-26 and 1-2.  We're off work either way, but paid?  We'll see.

Kevin and I got to do some errands tonight.  Had a late night, thanks to Mom.  She got fed up early, and had Natalie call me, but we got the Wal-Mart thing done.  We had ordered dinner when the call came, so I got mine to go and ate when I got home.  It was cold, but still good.  Brett ate the last half.  He was happy that I got called home early, since it netted him some grub.

I'm trying to work a way to go to Carthage on Monday.  Kevin's mom is very down.  Her other son, Steve, would have had a birthday yesterday.  He's gone now.  Her voice is void of feeling.  That scares me.  If I can work it, we'll leave early Christmas morning, and come home that evening.  She needs to see Kevin.  She needs to see the girls.  God, how awful must this be for her?  I can't imagine.

So...life is good, life is tough, life is comfortable, and life is bad.  How do you sum it up?  I can't.  Kevin is hurting, his mom Linda is hurting, and Steve's twin sister Susan is hurting.  Please, if you pray, call them by name tonight.  If you don't pray, send good vibes to Kevin, Linda, and Susan.  This sucks. I am so sad.

I didn't mean to get off on a tangent.  Let's just be happy that life is going on.  I am alive, my husband is alive, and my children are alive...alive and healthy.  Thank God for that. 

Russ?  I love you.  I have met you, and it makes this harder.  I'm glad you're at peace, and I'm glad you're coping...but let's get together soon.  Let me give you a real hug.  You warned me, the last time we met, not to do the "hug and pat the back" thing.  I know that we need to hug tightly and let the rest go.  I can do that, now.  I need to give you a hug, big bro.