Wow - my last journal post was a month ago! So sad. I do good just to find time to read other people's entries, much less write my own. But, I'll try.

I have a random question. Since I think the only people who read (or even know about) my journal are my siblings and mom, I thought I would post this here.

Do you remember when we took that fishing trip off Galveston when we were young and we all got incredibly motion sick? Why did we go on that trip? I don't remember dad or mom being big fishermen (or should I say, "fisherpeople") growing up (much less deep sea fishing). So why were we on a big boat where the only purpose was fishing?

Anybody remember?