When you're eight years old the world is your oyster. Life is good. No worries really. At eight I was a goof- still am somewhat today. That goofiness, sense of humor or whatever you want to call it has gotten me through a lot. It still sustains me. I was asked today if the house was done and then how I was doing. "Yes," I said to the house and then I paused and really didn't know what to say. And for those who know me, yes, that is hard to believe. I am in a holding pattern for now. The realization of a relationship, the finality of a remodel and the big gulp of change being shoved down my throat is too much sometimes. So I keep going- being thankful for what I have- family, friends, the girls, a career and the intelligence to appreciate all of them.