I'm in New Orleans and thought I'd take the time to blog.

My sister had us come to paint. There are two adults and three children in this help-Julie-move party. The only thing I don't like about it is that Julie's so hard to deal with, I feel plumpish, and I'm overworked.

There are more things, but three is simpler.

_Julie_
Jules is moving back to Dallas and then she's going to go to New York and then back to New Orleans and then Dallas. She's also putting together our crap-tastic ancestral home.

When my grandfather's will named us five kids the owners of my father's birth home, they said great and I said great (but in a sarcastic tone). They've decided to repair the house, which is located in a New Orleans slum...poor zone. They all have money, but I don't. I'm not interested in it and people have offered $6-12,000 to take it off of our hands.

That's right it's not even worth $12,000...well, not as it was, which was gutted and rank, with holes in the roof and floor.

I'm here helping her move and painting the piece of crap house, in order to aid my family's little goal. Our group effort is apparently saving us thousands, but I'm in Sin City and I'm just getting paint in my hair and carrying heavy crap.

_Plumpish_
I haven't swam in forever...I know the column I wrote said I loved doing it, I've said I love doing it, and the people who work there ask me when I'll come in to swim, because they think I love doing it. But it's at the worst time of the day for me.

I've been putting so much stuff together for the GRE, Master's classes, and going back to school (see three again) that I'm more than a little overwhelmed. My atroshious work-travel time has become worse.

So all my firm naughtiness has become sloshy naughtiness. My firm thorax is now sporting man boobs. I'd need a training bra, but I

I don't really care about that, but just feel like I have less energy.

_Overworked_
Well, I think I said all that earlier, so...okay, then.