As of right now, I'm on a two week diet to loose about ten pounds for my next weigh in at the NG Barracks. This ain't gonna be fun, but I can make it.

In other news, some time ago my grandmother on my Mom's side, whom I call Gramzey, suffered a stroke. Shortly thereafter, she suffered a second. She is on the road to recovery, but we don't know how well she'll recover or how fast.

Now, my beloved Grandfather, whom payed for me to get my GED, has fallen ill. To the point that my Grandmother has to drive him to the Hospital. Gramma hasn't been driving for a while. Nor is she the best driver in the world. Quite frankly, her driving scares me to death. This has me exceedingly worried. I hope to the high heavens that she makes it there and back safely. I also hop the Doctor finds out what is wrong with Gramps, and gives him the best damn stuff possible. I don't think Gramma could take losing Gramps, and I know it would not do me well right now.

Those that are inclined to, keep them in your prayers, those that aren't, send them good vibes for me. Forget about me for now, and concentrate on them. I'd rather them be alive and well, than anything.