My friends..



Eric and Val

Linda and her beautiful baby girl

So I have these two amazing friends, Linda, and Valerie. Luckily they both live just houses away from us. You know those friends, where you don't see them or talk to them for awhile, because you all have kids and husbands and life to tend to, then you finally see them and its like you see each other every day? Yep, those two are those kinda friends. They are SO fun, and funny, and loving woman I know that when ever I need anything they are there for me! I had these friends when my sister past away, they were there for me, and were amazing, I truly felt it.

 Well, the reason I write about these two awesome ladies today is because last night Linda and her husband Dave invited us to dinner. So Jonny and I took Jack, Breanna, and Jacie over to have dinner with them and their beautiful kids, and Val, her husband Eric and their beautiful kids joined in the fun too! Luckily they have amazing husbands and we all get along and love spending time together, and LAUGH the whole time we are together!

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Linda broke out the game "Mexican Train" and that took me back to playing with Grandma at our kitchen table. Well, with kids interruptions and all of us laughing so hard, we were only able to play one round, but I had a so much fun (even though Eric beat us all)!

I had a great time catching up with the girls, and seeing their families. They are such great friends, and I am so blessed to have them in my life.. I just love those girls!

Thanks Val, and Linda for being such amazing friends, picking such amazing husbands, and raising such great kids!

Bobbi..

Imagine the day you were born, you had two best friends waiting for you. Two best friends, that no matter what you did, or said they would always understand and never leave your side. They knew the real you and still loved you unconditionally, and would do ANYTHING for you. Thats what was waiting for me the day I was born. Two little girls that instantly, unconditionally loved me, every day of my life. We were instantly a strong triangle of love.

Imagine having a Mom, Dad and three daughters so close, so bonded together that people thought it was strange. Imagine a family that if you went to the mall, or to eat lunch at a restaurant, or was just bored you instantly called each other to meet in the middle. Imagine NEVER having to do anything alone. Imagine being able to pick up the phone and know at any day, any minute, any second, if you needed a favor, a baby sitter, an ear to bend, you had not one but four people to turn to, and you knew with out a doubt they would be there for you. Sounds like a dream come true right? Yep.

Imagine, being that close to your parents and two sisters, and then finding out that they are getting married, and  you are happy for them, but heart broken for yourself because you are losing them. You know that they have new families now. They are going to have some one else to live with and laugh with. Then you realize that you aren't losing them at all. In fact you just inherited two brothers to join in the fun. Then it doesn't stop there, you get two nieces, and two nephews to love so much you think that you'll burst!!

Now imagine, going through this amazing life, and knowing and appreciating every day the love of this family, and one day you wake up... and one of them is gone. Your best friend, that has been there for the most important days of your life, that made you laugh so hard you cried, who put their arms around you when you were sad, who reminded you that Gods plans, are his plans, not yours, and those plans always are out of the greatest of love.

My heart is heavy.. broken.. shattered.. My sister is gone. My best friend has passed away. That beautiful girl that I looked up to. I will have to wait so very long to see again. I can not focus. I can not stop my mind from thinking of her. I miss her so deeply, that words can not even come close to explaining.

I already have had things happen and I want to call Bobbi, and tell her everything. To make her laugh till she cries, and lets out a snort. She's given us all so much, but the most important things she's left behind are her amazing kids, Brian and Breanna. They know more about God, and heaven then most adults. This is the greatest thing Bobbi has done.

She chose an amazing man to marry. She chose a man who is an amazing Daddy to his kids. Who loves them so much it hurts. I know this because I see it, I know this because his kids are so great, and you don't become great kids without great parents. I am so thankful that he is so close to me and my family.

Have you ever had that terrible dream where you wake up in a sweat and you are so very thankful that it was just a bad dream? I keep waiting to wake up from this nightmare, to tell Bobbi about it, and tell her to be careful, because we need her here... I wish I would just wake up.

I know that I will grieve for Bobbi the rest of my days on earth. I know that it won't get better, but it will get tolerable. I am thankful for my sister, Yvonne. I am thankful that I have her beautiful smile to see me through. I am thankful that I can still turn to her for anything, and she will be there for me, and I will be here for her... always. I am thankful that we are so very close to my Mom and Dad, that they raised us to always be there for one another, and though we are so much a like, we have our different ways of thinking, we are always excepting. I hope and pray that my kids, and nieces and nephews will always know this bond, and love.

I have no regrets, I have no shoulda, woulda, coulda. I was as close to my sister as I possibly could have been. I will forever be as close to my sister I have here struggling with me, as I have always been close to her. Our triangle is temporarily broken, but will be mended again some day. It helps that I will forever hold on to the last words Bobbi said to me "I love you too."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!!!

So today is my Dad's 68th birthday!! My Dad... my awesome Dad!!

Seriously my Dad is really awesome! He has always been an amazing Dad. I've said it before, that Dad has never spanked us, told us no, or even raised his voice to us. Ever! If we wanted to go anywhere, the movies, the mall, a friends house, we would ask Dad, and he would say "what did Mom say?" Now looking back I think that if we were'nt supposed to go anywhere he didn't want to be the one to tell us "no." If Dad made me lunch for school i knew he made it, cause it had a butter and jelly sandwhich, chips, and something that was either a cupcake, candy, or cookies. He spoiled us! Even now I know that I can always, always count on Dad if I need anything. "Dad, could you pick up the kids for me?", or "Dad, the battery in my truck is dead, can you come help me?" Never fails, no matter what he is doing, he drops everything and is there! I have never ever doubted for a second the love my Dad has for my Mom, my sisters and I (his girls). He is an amazing man, and I am so very thankfull that the Lord gave me to him! Thank you Dad... for EVERYTHING! Happy Birthday we love you!!

My poor sister..

Oh my! What a week. Now I have said that if you are having bad moments during your week or day that you don't say that you are having a bad day, or bad week, you just have bad moments. Welllll, this has been a horrible week. I hate giving negative to the whole week, but wow it was!

My sister Bobbi Jo, who I have mentioned on here a few times, has had a mysterious illness. When I say illness, I mean ILLNESS!!!! She has been so utterly sick it, I couldn't even describe in words on here to completely get you to understand. So as I said in a few blogs back, she's had this sickness of not being able to breath well, couldn't sleep, couldn't go up the stairs cause it took everything out of her, coughing.. that kinda stuff. Well, Sunday night she had so much trouble breathing that she agreed (which has to be bad) to go the Emergency room. Well her oxygen level was so low that they had to put her on an oxygen tube. So that night, Allen, Mom, and Yvonne stayed with her and reported back to me. The next morning I went in to the hospital to check on the patient (because we all know that I am an uncertified nurse), and when I walked in to see her I thought I was going to fall over. Her color was completely gone from her face, I'm talkin' white as a ghost!!! She couldn't move, she couldn't even adjust a pillow, turn her head without getting completely winded. She literally couldn't breath without the oxygen tube, she could barley breath with it!! If she had to get up to go the restroom it took EVERYTHING she had to get up (with someone helping her), and when she got back in bed she would have to sit there and breath hard (like she just ran a marathon), trying to calm her heart from the exertion. It was awful to watch her go through this.

After doing cat scans, and exrays, they found that she had fluid in her lungs, and after doing TONS of blood work they couldn't understand why. They also saw that she had a lump in her breast. They decided to find out what the problem is, they would have to do a biopsy. Tuesday night however she had been coughing so hard that she put a rib out! She was in pain, on her side, AND she couldn't breath! So Wednesday morning she finally gave in to our nagging and gave in to a pain pill for her pain, they also gave her a muscle relaxer. Holy Cow, she was out!! She couldn't hold her poor little eyes open, but for us this was good, because she wasn't aware of her misery. So that afternoon the doctor that was doing her biopsy came in and described to Allen and I (because Bobbi was half out of it lol) what was going to happen with the procedure.The doc told Allen he was welcome to stay for the whole thing, and Allen jumped on the opportunity! Me? Yeah, I'm pretty sure you saw my dust as I ran outta that room!!

 Well of course with how things had been going for her, it only got worse. Even though they have her anesthesia, and she had a pain pill AND muscle relaxer in her system, she felt EVERYTHING!!! Not only did they have to stick the prob sucker in her, he couldn't get in all the way, and kept having to dig around! She said it was AWFUL, she was in so much pain! Right before the procedure she had gotten "sick" to her stomach, and the whole day after the procedure she was sick to her stomach, throwing up. We decided she had a bad reaction to the pain meds.

Well, after that was all done, she was released from the hospital, and told there wasn't much else they could do, until they got the results to the biopsy. Oh man... we had to some how someway get her to the car, then get her to into the house. Luckily she qualified to have the oxygen sent home with her. So with MUCH effort and slowness we got my poor sister to my Mom's house. We all agreed she would be good there, because between, Allen, my Mom, Yvonne, and I we could take care of her. Oh, and yes it took ALL of us to take care of her, because she laterally couldn't move with out help. So, once we got her comfy (sorta) at Mom's, we thought all would be good, and we would just try to keep her as comfortable as possible. Well, her rib was still hurtin' and Mom gave her a different type of pain pill Wednesday night. Thursday she woke up as sick as she could possibly get! She couldn't hold anything down, and once everything in her stomach was gone she still got sick. In the middle of her being sick we had to put her in the car and take her to her doctors appointment. Let me just tell you how bad that was for her!! It took three of us the whole way there to help her, she was just .... miserable.

When she finally got into the appointment with her doctor, he gave her a shot for the nausea, and the headaches she'd been having. From there she was headed back to Mom's and layed back in bed. Fortunately her stomach was better, and she was able to eat, and have a semi-sound sleep.

Thats where we stand now. As of right now, she is sleeping on and off and I am sitting in her room on the floor with my laptop, listening to her oxygen tank, and glancing up at her every once and awhile to see if she is awake and in need of anything. It is a GREAT helpless feeling to see someone you love going through so much misery. Nothing you do will make it go away, you can't even make it better. We are in a waiting game now, to see what comes next in the healing process. I will keep you updated on the progress, and let you know when she is up and feeling better, happier, and breathing on her own! :)

Admire people.. don't try to be them.

Do you ever have those people that inspire you, or you just think wow, they are amazing, what a talent! You are inspired to do something like what they have done, or maybe they just inspire you to do what you do best, not necessarily what they have done, just what you like.

I believe that God has given each and every person a talent, or gift. Some people, are artists, or singers, some people are good at sales, or talking, or managing, or being motherly. I think most people don't even realize they have a gift, and are down and out because they think they aren't good at anything. I think that if you are breathing there is something you have that is special. Some people are just good at making others feel good. Just seeing that person makes people happy. Making people happy is definitely a major gift in my book!

There are people that don't realize they have gifts, or maybe they know they have a gift, but think its just not good enough. Have you ever been in a room full of people and you see someone watching someone they admire and its like they are memorizing that other persons movements, or words. Like they want to be just like that person. They don't realize that they CAN'T be like that other person, no matter how hard they try.

I have many people that I have looked up to growing up, even now they inspire me. My sisters, my Mom, My Grandma. Ok, take my cousin Karen for instance. You may remember me talking about Karen owning a ranch in Kansas, and how if one of her horses have a bloody gaping hole, she just sticks her hand in there to stop the bleeding. Yep, not a lot of people would do that.. in fact we would all have dead horses. Well, she knows everything about horses. If any of my family has a question about one of our dogs, we call or email Dr. Karen! When she was in high school she rebuilt a 67 Camaro, and would race it against the guys in town and leave them in their dust! She is an EXCELLENT cook.. EXCELLENT! She is an artists, I mean really, she draws like an artists.. I'm not talkin' cartoon like pictures I'm talkin' realistic drawing!! She is also an avid hunter. I'm not talkin' guns, I'm talkin' bow and arrow hunting. She is so good at it she has competed against men and women and kicked butt!!

shhhhh, I'm huntin' wabbit!!... ok, actually it was deer.

When I was in high school one summer I was visiting my family in Kansas, and my Grandma Farris taught Karen and I how to knit.. at the exact same time. So about a month later I am on my third or forth chain, and Karen is juuuust finishing up on her blanket of the AMERICAN FLAG that she was making for her Dad... really?!



not the actual blanket Karen made. Karens was better!

Yes, really, thats how good she is! I have never been jealous of her, or wanted to be her, no way, I have admired her, learned from her, and just thought she's plain ol' awesome!


Karen and her beautiful daughter Lacey!


Anyway, we all have our gifts.. our talents.. our ways of doing things. I just wish everyone recognized how we are all amazing at different things, different ways, at different times. Be excited and strive to be better, or just be as good as you wanna be. Don't try to be like others, be who you are. Even if I don't know you, I know that you are special. You are a gift to the world from God, and God doesn't make mistakes, and I am positive that he doesn't make anyone for no reason.. just to wonder around the world. Recognize your gift and embrace it!!

Grouchy shoppers!

Went out with Jonny today to run some errands (like getting a part for my broken... now fixed dryer :) ) when we got home, and out of the car, our kitty cat "Pearl" met us meowing. Thats when Jonny and I looked at each other and realized without talking that we forgot the cat food we were suppose to get on the way home. Ugh! So, because Jonny wanted to get started on some projects in the house, I volunteered to go to the store. Well when I pulled up to the parking lot I went to park in a stall and was reminded of another pet peeve I have. This...

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Man, really? Now what really urkes me is that one stall over from this is the long thingy where the carts BELONG! So when I got  out I went over and put it in the cart thingy!!




something like this



Anyway, after going in the store I went into the store, and I guess because of the black friday sales there weren't a whole lotta people grocery shopping today, although the people that WERE in the store, were in terrible moods. Every aisle I went down, there was a sour face to greet me!

Whether I smiled at them or not. I mean if someone smiles at me, I really can't help but smile back at them, no matter what mood I'm in. I love when people smile at me, it reminds ME to smile. I absolutely love when someone gives me the gift of a smile (unless its that creepy lookin' guy that is drowning in cologne and smiles at my boobs).

something like this creepy guy

So then after I get my two gallons of milk (because Jack and Jonny drink milk like its water... I am debating on just getting a cow, and sticking it on our back porch),



this would rad!

  I head over to the wine section. Now, Jonny and I don't drink a whole lotta wine, but when we do it pretty much has to taste as close to pop as possible! Well awhile back Jonnys friend at work tells him about a good red wine. Well when Jonny brought it home, I reply with "oh yuck, I don't like red wine, its bitter to me" Jonny assured me that I would like it. Well of course I did... cause it tastes like soda! ..... Ok, where was I going with this story? OH YEAH! So I am down the wine aisle lookin' for this one particular bottle of wine among about 500 different labels, and talking to Jonny on the phone asking what it looked like, cause he couldn't remember the name.

Thats when I barely tap a cart behind me with my enormous butt, and turn around and apologize before seeing who was behind me. I was greeted with another sour face!! I apologize and the guy behind me gave me an awful look like "watch where you back that gigantic enormous BUTT, lady!!" No, he didn't say that, with his mouth, but I'm 90% sure he was thinkin' it!

Whatever dude! I'm 100% sure I was thinkin' that!

Ok, so then I go to leave the store and there was a couple that had THREE cart full (not exaggerating here) of groceries, and the guy... who was walking BEFORE his wife I might add, and as we both got to the exit door,  he rushes before me to beat me to the exit with his cart he was pushing, then the cart he was pulling behind him, and then his wife pushing a cart behind that.. a cart train if you will. What did I have in my cart? One bag, and two milks. I mean really? You couldn't have let me zip in front of you? Not only is there one exit door, but there are two.. you go through one, and have to go by the kids little toy games, and vending machines, and then you go out the last exit door.



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 So we basically had a traffic jam waiting for the this cart train to make their way out of the store. It was just annoying.

 I think I just get annoyed when men don't let women go first, oh.. oh.. or if they don't hold the door open for women. If Jonny sees this, I have to hold him back from punchin' the guy out!

Anyway its just a little grouchy out there today.. I hope this isn't a preview of how everyone is going to be as Christmas gets closer. What happen to jolly, happy moods for Christmas? hee hee.

You don't like dogs!?!?

So another dislike that I have, are people that don't like animals. WHAT? You don't like animals? Are you a serial killer?!! What happened in your poor sad life that you don't like animals? Like when someone comes over to my house and they see my dogs, you can see there discussed facial expressions. ugh.

I get very close to saying, you know what, with that look you just gave my dog, you can turn around and don't let the door hit ya in the rear! I don't trust people that don't like dogs. I can see if you see a giant pit bull on the other side of the street, and you don't trust that dog. I get it. I just don't get it if you don't like dogs... at all. I just don't get it. I mean how can you not like something you can do this with..

hee hee!

People will say they don't like dogs, cause they were bit when they were a kid. Well, I was bit by a German Shepard when I was 8 and I have no bad feelings for dogs, or even German Shepards.

In fact I think German Shepards are generally very smart dogs! No, I didn't even blame the German Shepard that bit me, I blamed the owner that watched his dog bite me, and then called it home and walked into his house, without saying anything to me, while I went running home screaming, and crying.  Just like bad children I don't blame the children, no I blame the parents. I really look at pets like I look at children, they are a reflection of their parents, and owners. If you don't love, and discipline then they are going to be bad. Oh don't get me wrong, there are dogs (sorta like people) that I find obnoxious or irritating, but again its usually the owners that encourage their behavior. Like when the dog keeps jumping on you, licking you, or sniffing your crotch or growling at you, or worse this...

 Um, yeah can you stop your dog, or maybe even put them outside, before I wrestle it to the ground and staple its tongue to your carpet! Thanks!

                                        

Then there are people that are afraid of cats............... really? I understand... I guess.. if you don't like cats, what ever, but being afraid of them? How can you be afraid of something you can drop kick? I mean if I had an encounter with a wild house cat that attacked me.. I would probably just throw it to the other side of the couch, or swing it by its tail into the ceiling fan.

 I mean, how can you be afraid of something like that? I have had my encounters with crazy, mean cats. My Aunt Sylvia had a terribly mean cat, appropriately named "Spicy." Now I was between 5 and 6 maybe and when we walked into their house, Spicy would sit on the mantle, and would hiss and swipe at you, as you walked by. You had to make sure you gave a wide distance so that Spicy wouldn't get ya. At 5 or 6 I was scared of that cat, but at 35 I love cats, I got over the past. Actually if I encountered a cat like that today, I would probably think it was hilarious, and call Jonny over to see it!

**side note, I do not blame owners for the behavior of cats, cause lets face it, cats will do what ever the heck they wanna do!**

They are just so interesting to me, they amaze me. I mean sure my cat looks at me like she will kill me in my sleep at night, but I'm sure its not what she is really thinking, because she always brings me "gifts" of dead mice, or bird guts. Come on its not like she can run down to Target and purchase a gift for the love I show her.

Anyway, I love animals. They are innocent, and trusting, and they just want to love, and be loved... and poop all over your yard.

complaining?

Ok, now believe it or not, I have no awkward incidences to speak of this morning. I mean sure there's always short moments like for instance when I was at the ATM gettin' out some money,

and see a guy who is waiting for the bus, and is staring at me, and looked like he was starting to walk my way.

What does my mind do? PANIC!!! I grab my money and practically RUN to the truck.

                                                                 
Thats when I look back and see him going back to the bus stop. Now, I don't have ANY evidence that that man was going to come over and demand my money at gun point, and demand that I follow him on the bus, and take the bus to his apartment so that he can call my family and demand a ransom. To where my family will laugh at him over the phone, because they wouldn't have the 3 million dollars to hand over,

where in he kicks me out and tells me to get my broke ass back to where I came from.... No, I don't have evidence of that, but in my paranoid mind, it WAS possible!!!

So, besides small moments like that I really don't have other stories this morning. I would however like to talk about likes and dislikes. I am sure that I will amend this post, and add more to it, because I am constantly thinking of things to put on here while I'm driving, but then to my frustration end up forgetting by the time I get home and open the computer. So today I will start with complainers! I DISLIKE complainers.



Now don't get me wrong, I know that we ALL have our complaining moments... usually every 28 days for an entire week!

Ahem.. or if we get sick and we want to vent, or if you get hit by a car and you want to let everyone know that you are in horrible pain, but your o.k.

Its the complainers that complain E V E R Y time they see you or open their facebook page. The only time you ever post anything is when you want sympathy for your sorrows.

Now let me give you an example of my sister Bobbi, who is a facebook friend of mine... of course. Bobbi Jo (what I like to call her) went into the ER about a short while ago, because for a whole month before that she was having trouble breathing, and finally went in to the ER because her right arm went numb (like she couldn't feel it and thought her heart was giving out) and she hadn't been up her stairs for a week,  because she was too weak, and couldn't breath. So, when she went to the ER she found out that she had a bad case of pneumonia! Once they gave her medicine, and then the RIGHT medicine, after about a week or so, she started feeling a little better, being able to breathe a little more. She could finally take her stairs, but only one step at a time.Thats when her dear lovable dog "Baby", that her and Allen have had for 20 YEARS, started feeling really bad, and they had to take her to the vet, and put her to sleep. The day after that happened Bobbi came down with the stomach flu!!!! This poor girl can't catch a break!

Now, the reason I am using Bobbi Jo as an example is the fact that not ONE time did she get on facebook to complain about her terrible more than a month long of sickness and sadness! If you see her and ask her how she is doing, she will smile a weak smile and say, "I'm doin better." Why? Cause she is not one to worry others, she is a positive thinker, and more importantly she has a GREAT faith in the Lord, and that things will get better.  Now thats a great example of a strong woman, with faith! Now, because I understand that sometimes we have to voice our frustrations, and down times I don't have a problem with this, but at least come back another time with something positive, and happy to report. Don't look for sympathy, look for a bright side!

Ok, this blog post is getting a little longer than expected so I will continue my likes and dislikes as I go. I know, I know, you are just dieing to know what I think about.... stop laughing!

Cops, Semi Stalkers, and Parade time!

So I haven't really been on because I've been busy. Not really much detail to my busy, just every day kind of busy, school, football, cheer, kids, Jonny.. you know runnin' around doin' stuff. Also, when I have a free time, I have been crafting.. as you may know if you have seen my facebook page. Anyway, I have also been addicted to a new website called "Pinterest." Oh man, this website is awesome for a craft nerd like myself! Its so much fun to look through and see sooo many awesome ideas!

http://pinterest.com/    


So, Thursday I had to go to the grocery store for some milk, and what not. After taking the bags to the truck, I decided that I would walk to Home Depot, which is about three stores length away. I wanted to grab some foam plumbing tubing to use for wreaths. Anyway, I took a quick pace, got the tubing, then back to the truck to head to the gas station for something to drink. When I drove up and parked there were two cop cars, and cops out talking to some people. OH MAN!! My senses go up, YES!! I love stumbling upon an arrest, and maybe, juuuuust maybe a chance to be on the show Cops!!

Well, I put my truck in park, and in a hurry frenzy get out to see what kinda drugs they are going to pull off of some drug slinging hoodlums!!! Thats when I walked up closer and see that they are just Cops on a break, talking to a lady that they happen to know. I was SO bummed!!! I'm sure they probably heard me sigh out loud, in sad disappointment..

While I was looking for something to drink inside, I hear a man behind me say:
"wow, you get around everywhere fast, huh? Winco, Homedepot, now here!"
I turn around and realize that he was talking to ME!!
Of course I smile and say "oh did you see me out there?"
He says "oh yeah, you were walkin' at a clip to Home Depot!" then says "were you exercising?"
I give a little nervous laugh and say "nope, just needed somethin', and didn't want to waist the gas."
"ohhhh, yeah, thats great!"

Thats when I got my drink and got outta there!

I mean first of all, this guy doesn't realize that he has just fed into my paranoid thinking, that someone is watching me and going to grab me at any minute!! I mean really??! You tell me that you were basically keeping tabs on me, watching, and THEN you ask me if I'm exercising!? Ugh, just feed into my weirdness why don't you! geesh!! Yeah, that was my latest awkward moment.

Anyway yesterday we went to Jacie's cheer parade, that she absolutely LOVED!!! She was so great, she did exactly what she was supposed to, and did not complain about anything once. Now I say this not because Jace is a complainer nope, not at all. I say this cause there were a few girls who whined and complained about waiting, and then about being tired and not wanting to go the whole route. I was also in the parade as a volunteer and was suppose to be responsible to the front left of the line, but was really having to keep one girl in particular in line... literally. She was very funny, but a little "wild." She kept complaining about being tired and didn't want to go farther. I kept telling her that she could do it, that it wouldn't be that much farther, and when they were done they each would get a free hot dog and a soda! She was excited about that, but insisted that if I was wrong and there weren't free hot dogs and soda for free, that I would have to buy her one!!! OK FINE, just keep going! She thought I was pretty funny. At the end of the parade, she said "I wish YOU were my Mom!!" Then she said "will you come with us?!" I told her "no way, your Mom is AWESOME!" Which she really did seem to be, cause I talked to her and she was really nice, and funny. Yep, it was pretty interesting. We had fun though, and I was sure proud of Jacie!!

Well, thats about it for now, I'm gonna get back to relaxing, and Pinterest!!