The year of the dog is a bitch

In 1982 a little girl was born. She was going to breathe life back into this apathetic world. She was full wonder and awe. She wanted to conquer the world and make everyone sing together in happy times. It was the year of the dog and I was born.
originally I was really excited about 2006, it was the year of the dog so I thought what the hell the cosmos are throwing me a bone and giving me the year off of pain and suffering. I was wrong. The cosmos were grabbing me by the nape of the neck and doggie style humping an entire litter of turmoil into my womb. Thanks a lot cosmos the least you could do is call or send flowers.
You all know about Bryen, well the bad news for the month of February didn't end there. Earlier this week I got the call that my Grandpa has terminal cancer and isn't going to live long. Apparently it was already decided that I was to go to Montana and play ambassador for the family. I agreed because I know that my Dad can't deal with it and that he would rather ignore the problem and none of the other family members could stomach my step-grandmother when it comes down to an one on one visit. So I am packing my bags and making arrangements to say goodbye to my grandfather. I wasn't real close to him, but I feel I owe him enough to be there since in my later years he has helped by supporting me in college. Now I must travel say hello and goodbye in hopes that by being the families ambassador and wishing Grandpa luck in the next life the cosmos will let up and let me find just an inkling of solace in the year of the dog.