I've never liked my name, especially since my mom told me she named me after Joan of Arc -- "someone strong who would fight for herself." Or, as I see her, a "pyschotic troublemaker." Whatever, take your pick! I can be either person depending on the day. This was not a good week. In fact, this was a major bad week. My mom fell - she just had to respond to the cable guy when he called and walk into the "step down" living room without her cane to check out our TV. That wouldn't be so bad, except she didn't just walk into the living room, she fell. Crumpled into a corner with a broken ankle. Thanks to me for having the foresight to buy her one of those "I fell down and can't get up" buttons. There is nothing more chilling than pulling up to the house with a van full of teenagers to see the ambulance in our driveway. Fast forward 2 days -- she's depressed, home, and I'm taking care of her. What happened to my life?? I cried 2 hours when I realized that I couldn't go to my stamping convention. Then I pulled myself together and got back on track. Hired a nurse to come so I can go back to work. With that expense, I might as well work at McDonald's at night (no offense to people who work at McDonald's). So, I'm in a major pity party and would appreciate it if you would be nice to me!! Send rubber! Send paper! Send ink! ps. hey, at least the cable's working now!