Great Swamp Sanctuary

Yesterday was a beautiful and glorious day, so I took the boys for a hike in the Great Swamp Sanctuary. I figured we needed to enjoy it now before my Dad gets elected to city council next week and convinces the citizens of Walterboro to bulldoze the swamp and turn it into some sort of economic/commerce park. (Just Kidding Dad!)
Seriously though, the boys and I enjoyed ourselves on our nearly four mile trek, but I really don't see what is so special about the area that would draw in 'thousands' of tourists. I have always thought the swamp to be beautiful (and yesterday it was) but as a place to view wildlife it sort of stinks. We saw a few turtles and birds, one frog, a salamander, and fifteen million mosquitoes. We see more of a variety than that in our backyard every afternoon.
Speaking of our backyard, we have some major changes happening there as well, but I will save that for another post!

Green Eyed Monster

***DISCLAIMER***

I love my Father and Brother both and I am very proud of their accomplishments. ***End Disclaimer.

My Dad is running for City Council. Our local newspaper did an article on him that ran in today's paper. It was a very nice article (albeit somewhat narcissistic) about all of his volunteer work and service on various boards and committees. However, the last paragraph of the article made my blood boil. This is it, verbatim.

Godley has a son currently serving in the U.S. Marines and a daughter. He has three grandsons.

I am sure most of you know the mixed emotions in which I view my status as compared to my brother's status. If not, read my post here about the bumper sticker our Mom has on her car.
I am happy that the article mentioned my brother's profession. He has a very important job and deserves a lot of credit for the work that he does. The part that upsets me is; and a daughter ...period. I repeat, and a daughter...period. AAAK! Are you kidding me?
The part about the three grandsons was a nice touch. It would have been a nicer touch had they mentioned that I gave birth to them and that I have devoted my life to raising them.
Okay, so maybe my Dad isn't the only narcissist in the family. Or maybe I am blowing this way out of proportion, but someone out there has got to agree with me. Does anyone see my point of view?