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Well, I did not get to do anything online yesterday. Why? Because my internet and cable was out. Yes, I paid the bill. Not all lower enlisted folks are bad with money. We had a snow storm. It snowed ALL day. Lucky for us. none of it stuck. Our high was 37. Whoo Hoo!!!

I have big time catching up to do. My older brother has headed back to LA and apparently there was zero damage to their household goods. Thank God!!!! The packers are coming this week (I think) to load their stuff up and ship to Hawaii.

His wife called me the other day to tell me that Little Brother's wife had started a blog called "I Hate My Sister-in-law". Nice huh? Well, she thought I might be able to read it and figure out why she hates both my family and I so much. Unfortunately she had deleted it already. Anybody read it? Could you tell me why she is so mad at me so I know what to apologize for when I get her to speak to me one day. I am by no means perfect, but I have not done anything malicious to her. I suppose if I knew why she was so filled with hate for my family, I could do something to fix it. I hate to have hurt someone's feelings and not even know how. The funny part is, when Sister-on-law that likes me, told me about the blog, she had no idea what it said. She just assumed it was all about me. When she talked to sister-in-law that hates me, it came out that it was about her as well. I have no idea why she could have been mad at her. Sister-in-law that likes me is one of the kindest, most giving people you will ever meet. The only thing I can think of is the "Thanksgiving Incident". I will have to tell that story another day.

Okay, I am posting the Spf theme early. You know, since I was such a Jerk Ass last week. Let's see veryone acting like a "jerkass". I know you can do it. Oh yes, this week's theme can be blamed on A Military Mom.

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