I am an insomniac. I haven't slept well the past few nights, so I thought that I would fall right to sleep tonight. No luck, here I sit watching TV. Oprah is on at 12:30 and I watch it sometimes in the middle of the night. There is something about Oprah that I love. I know that seems ridiculous, but it's true. I have a tendency to cry sometimes watching it. I think that I am overly tired, but the Oprah I just watched made me cry. It was about heroes in people's lives. A girl saved her mom from a bear attack, a guy saved a stranger from a car sinking in a pond and at the end, Oprah had an entire marine regiment that just got back from Iraq. She had their families there to surprise them. Little kids, wives, etc. It was so touching. It reminded me of when my dear brother returned from Iraq last August. He had been gone for over a year and I worried about him every day he was gone. I am not a big fan of the war, but I am a big fan of our troops and especially my brother.
Tommy has always been my playmate, my rival, my body guard, my oldest friend and I love him dearly.