Holy crap, but life has been kicking my ass.

First, I sprain my wrist. Not really a big deal, just means I couldn't draw for awhile. And I looked like a tool when I sprained it, I'm sure. But oh well...

So, then, we get a phone call... dad is going for open heart surgery. We've been waiting for a year and a half* for this to happen, and now we have all of 4 days to plan and execute a trip to Regina. We in this case is myself, my two brothers, and their significant others.

I should mention, at this point, that my husband has gone WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY up North to make tons of money. He's going to school next year, so its worth the long amounts of time apart, so that he can do that... so that when we have kids he doesn't ever have to work on the road again. But, just because its neccessary, doesn't mean its fun.

Anyways. So we make arrangements, juggle schedules, bat our eyelashes at our various bosses, and somehow get him down there safe and sound, with plans for someone to be there for his entire stay. By the way, Regina is 3 hours from where I live and 5 from where my dad lives. Actually, I made the arrangements. I should have joined the army, I'm so Goddamned efficient, and I'd dare say it'd be easier than wrangling my rowdy Irish family. Unfortunately, as all good plans do, it falls apart. Dad has to stay in the hospital a week longer than is normal, due to some complications having nothing to do with his heart...

And my older brother and his wife have a baby. Three weeks early. Ah, my beautiful plans... gone to dust... so sad. My younger brother is, well, a little useless. And permanently broke. So everything now falls to me, and dad had to stay in the hospital a few days without company. But, when I get the call to go get dad, I do. I leave home at 7 am, and due to various delays and stupidity I don't get back home until 11:00 pm. Then, I got up for work the next morning... at 5:30 am. I thought I was going to die.

But hey, dad survived his 8 bi-passes (yep... 8.) my nephew is a super cute little guy... and I get the needed rest I deserve... right? HA! Too bad both my older bro and I are moving. No rest for Those Who Can't Say No.

*We've been waiting for so long not because of our socialist health care, but because his original surgeon was an idiot. Also, he broke his leg while skiiing, but mostly, because he was an idiot.

Whew. Long story. There are even parts I didn't get too. But, then this would be truly Epic, and not just annoyingly long. I think the point was, that life has been keeping me rather busy... but I should be back... soon. Maybe? Until the next batch of chaos, anyways.