Remember me?

I'm still and I still write, not as often as I should, work is crazy, I have become the trainer of new techs, I hate this job with a passion. It comes with the territory of my job I suppose but that doesn't mean I like it. On a positive note, all of the new trainees have made my job relatively easy. Picking up these programs like they have been doing this forever. Not that they have all of the answers, but their innate ability to pick it up makes me think the program is user friendly after all. On another note, along with the storms we have called Hurricane comes family. My mom was already here visiting for a couple of weeks but decided to stay an extra week when Gustav thought he might come her way. My sister and her family were evacuated and came here. This was not their first evacuation to my house, the first was about 3 years ago and it stretched the limits of family bonds. I love my family dearly, I really do, just not in my house for a week. Along with my sister came her husband, two grown sons, 6 dogs, and a freezer of meat. My sister is a little uhm... odd. I convinced my son to call her Aunty, which was my name for my crazy aunt whom I loved dearly, she let me do things like, drive her car when I was 8. My sister did not catch this reference for some reason until I pointed it out to her at Christmas, but still wears the name like a badge of honor. My son loves her, she will play with him when she's here but more importantly she sends him stuff. His favorite stuffed animal came from Aunty, and half the toys in our house came from Aunty, the other came from my mom. Back to the storm, the last storm 3 years ago was taxing, my nephews and brother in law all are about the size of a mack truck and therefore hard on the furniture, I dispose of my last chair after they left. For some reason they felt a need to sleep in it, a week of 300+ pounds 24/7 was more than my dear chair could take it died right after they left. My mother laid the rules down this time as the patriarch of the family. Absolutely no sleeping on the furniture and no dogs in the house. My family begrudgingly obeyed and we all played nice for a few days, but my sister brought every piece of food she owned and it simply would not all fit in my freezer, determined not to lose this food, we my sister spent all day Sunday cooking whatever would not fit in the freezer. This included 4 steaks, about 2 pounds of sausage, a box of hamburger patties, a package of chicken legs and thighs and 15 yes 15 pounds of ground round. She flew around the kitchen like a doctor in a major surgery constantly murmuring to herself "I will NOT let this meat spoil!". She reminded me of the witch from Hansel and Gretel. I kept waiting for her to throw a kid in the oven. On the other hand, Gustav produced a new song, I meant as a joke for work but decided to test it on my nephews who found it hilarious. They then proceeded to play it for the rest of my family, my mom got a copy of it and emailed it to all of Texas and half of Arizona, this song was so successful that I had several people tell me to send it to radio stations, Doctor Demento and/or Stern and Adam Corolla, I finally decided to post it on myspace so that everyone could hear it. It's been a crazy week. I promise to be back earlier than a month from now.