12/29/99 It's not over.

I think Yogi Berra dasid that...Sounds like a "Yogi-ism" to me.

Today is my last day of work until next Tuesday. This may also be my last journal entry until the Year 2000(Here's to a safe and sane one.). Tomorrow is payday, so I'll make a quick trip out here to get my check, and take Carla and Yogi into the employee store. Then tomorrow night is the Blazer game that Calvin and I are going to. Me and the kid are gonna hang out at the back door like a couple of geeks trying to get autographs. Man, the stuff I'll do for my kids!

Friday we are supposed to be going to the Tri-Cities.
I say supposed to, because Monica just called me and said Shelby has been puking.(I'd be puking too, if it had been just before Halloween since I last saw my mother.).
I say supposed to, because Monica was puking last night. (so what's new?)
I say supposed to, because Monica has been hinting that her mother might be sad and lonely by herself over the extended weekend.(hey, she's a grown-up.)
I say supposed to, because Monica's mom is acting bummed-out, and pissed-off about something.
I say supposed to, because I can't be sure about much, until it actually happens.

I'll try to pack an entry or two into the diary before Jan.1...

I say tomato