Besides taking pictures of the damage, I also took this picture at my parents.

The pictures in clock order, are second floor game room, "dryer" entertainment room and the ceiling in the entertainment room.

My hair cut came out great.


I went to court with Lucy. The court house is over 100 years old. They have a lot of the original decor and architecture there. One thing... When I looked up at the stain glass ceiling in the stair well.... I saw dead rats. Their little bodies and tails.... Not moving. How fitting.




My parents are now with out a ceiling in the entertainment room and their walls were carved out too. A picture will be posted soon.

Today my brother called me.

Me: Hello?
He: It's your brother.
Me: Hellooo Brother!
He: I need you to come to mom's house, there's a situation.
Me: What kind of situation, What happened?
My Head: Did the house get broken into, is the chihuahua dead?
He: A pipe broke in (our little brothers) bathroom an flooded the top and bottom floors.
Me: What?!?
He: Come over, mom's on her way, you might need to be here to console her.
Me: I'm on my way.

I got to my mom and dads house. The front door was open and I walked in. I walked into the entertainment room and there was my mom and little brother standing watching all the water drip from the ceiling into pots of water. My mom was okay. When my brother called her she thought something had happened to him. This was nothing compared to that thought. She and I went to rent a machine that sucked the water up from the carpet, while my dad drove home from work. California Freeways. He did the sweetest thing, while my mom, brothers and husband moved the wet furniture out my dad picked up In-and -Out for everyone. We ate dinner and started the clean up while my dad fixed the pipe. Thank goodness for insurance.

I alone with the rental machine took up 10 gallons of water off the carpet.

More on this later. I have to go to bed... I'm going to have my hair cut, styled and colored tomorrow. Lucy is going with me. Wish me luck.

I scrapbooked the photos from Rose's wedding. The wedding that started this whole blogging journey. She was married in December. I have scrapped everything from last October to July, however, I never got around to December. I finally did it. As I sat there listening to my IPod, I quietly cried to myself. Tears came down... even months later. I think it's shear disappointment, or maybe the loss of a family member, it still hurts, if I let it. Now that I'm done... and as I sit here, it is now a memory... lost in the pages of my head. It's funny... the strength of a picture.