A weekend full of T&A

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Whewwww, I made it through another milestone, and I even have my sanity left.  As some of you may know, my oldest, Lexi got married this weekend.  It was a beautiful outdoor wedding, complete with perfect weather, a stunning bride, a very handsome groom and some pretty badass food.  **not to toot my own horn or anything, but....beep beep.

The ceremony itself, was very sweet and slightly religious, since Tyler comes from a very devout family, which I'm sure tickled the hell out of Alexis' biodad and step mom, since they view me as the Anti-Christ.  This was also the first time I've seen both of them together, since Alexis came back to live with me when she was fifteen, and since the step mom wrote her a pretty rotten email a few weeks ago.  It was kind of hard for me to not kill them with death rays from my eyeballs, but it was my baby's special day, and Ithought such violence should be saved for another day.  The Mr. was there and was of course as handsome as ever, with his tucked in button up shirt and such.  I love it when he comes to events.  It helps prove that he is, in fact, a real boy, and not just a figment of my imagination that I made up to appease my loneliness.  

So instead of continuing to babble about it, how about I show ya some pics.....

The Mr. and me.  He cleans up good, don't he.  Hubba hubba!  PS.  Where are my lips???

This is Alexis, smiling during the opening prayer.  What a happy girl.

Sealed with a kiss.

The women of my family, well some of them.  My Grams, my mama, my baby, me and my baby baby.

Their wedding cake and cupcakes.

Licking the wedding cake off her face.

The new Mr. and Mrs.

The first dance.

And of course.  Kate and I, showing how and how not to act in public.

The weather was perfect, the ceremony was perfect and I believe the couple is perfect for each others.....

Have an awesome day!!!

Pin-ups, weddings and babies growing up. Holy Crap!

Hey Y'all!  Happy Tuesday to you.  Since it's Tuesday, it must be time for TTUT, with the lovely hosts IA and see how her belly grows, and Seriously Shawn and take a trip to Florida, vicariously through her.   Then link up and join the awesomeness that is.....

Sometimes I sit and wonder, how the hell did I get this far in life?  You know, when I hear the words "we've been together for almost twenty years" and "my oldest is getting married", come out of my mouth, and I'm doing things like, taking my baby to her first day of work.  And by baby, I of course mean the eighteen year old, and let me tell you, it's hard knowing, that when she starts college in the winter, it will be the last step before fleeing the nest.  ***Insert necessary and over dramatic sobbing here***  Thank goodness I have plenty of things going on to keep me from breaking down, and actually think about the things going on.

D's first day at work.  She's all excited.  She was not so excited after 7 hours of  'on the clock' time.  Growing up sucks.

You know, things like my oldest, getting married...in five days.  Yeah, five days.  I've got a good day and a half of food making, and cake baking, and did I mention that D got a job? There goes my foodie partner, off pursuing a life of her own, without me.  But thankfully, we're doing a menu that consists of an appetizer table and a desert table, and that both the bride and groom want to keep the ceremony and reception, small and simple.  Works perfect for me.  Next weeks post will be flooded with wedding pictures, so there's your warning. 

Here's A and T, the happy couple.

And then there's my biggest project of the moment, well besides the ones mentioned above, and the fact that I'm trying to write a business plan for a retro coffee shop I want to open, and taking care of a five year old, almost full time, I'm also working on putting together a pin-up style calendar. Originally, this was going to be a project that would help raise funds for my business, but since the accident, that left one of my bff's with nine broken bones, and me with a five year old, I've decided that all monies will go to her recovery and helping care for the boy, since it will probably take a long time for her to fully recover, or get any restitution for the wreck.  We've already had one photo shoot, but I'm positive we need need another one.  That way we aren't all shiny from sweat, since it was 80* in the house we were shooting in.  Which also made none of us want to get into formal gowns for the formal shoots.  So, well plan another one for sometime in September when the weather is cooler.  Here's a quick preview.

Yours truly.

My lovely D.

My elegant A, and beautiful friend KS.

Well kiddies, I have to go face the reality that is my life.  Cleaning, cooking and concocting plans.  See y'all on the flip side.

When you make the right choice, and it still doesn't help.

Hey peeps out there in blogland, how is you're Tuesday going.  Mine is sore, but I'll get to that in a minute.  Right now I gotta tell ya to go hook up with my girls IA, who's having a horrible month, you poor thing.  I hope you get better soon, and then take a trip to the beach with Shawn to relax.  Then link up with them. It's just that easy.

Now, for the good stuff.  And by good stuff, I mean horrible, horrible things.  
This was my weekend.

Friday night started out with The Mr. bringing one of his loud co-workers over.  I don't mind that they're loud or even that they stay here for hours, it's that all they talk about is work.  UGH!!!  It's not a wonder that he thinks the weekends are getting shorter, he spends half of it, talking about the place he cant wait to get a break from.  Sheesh.  Boys.....I'll never understand em'.
So, after The Mr. goes to bed me and D decide were going to the watch the newest episode of our new favorite show, The Newsroom, when I get a call from a strange number.  I don't answer.  What?  It was after 11pm and my phone was waaaaaay over there, so then a few seconds go by and somebody left a message.  So I grab my phone, call voicemail, and find that my girl KT, is down at the bar and needs me NOW!!!  So, I get up, get dressed, put on a light layer of war paint and head out.  I get to the bar, where she was attending a bachelorette party, to find out that she got a ride there, and Happy, her Mr., was not answering his phone, and he is her DD for the night.  So I sit with her for a little bit longer, dance a little bit, hang out with friends, and just when were getting ready to leave....That's right, Happy shows up, looking like he just rolled out of bed, because he had, and took my drunken KT home.  I then offered anyone else a ride from a DD, nobody took me up on it, so I went home and went to bed.

Then comes Saturday, when I'M the one in need of a DD, since we are going to a BBQ with some friends, my BFF Squish, who's taking blood thinners and can't drink, offers to be my DD.  Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!  We go to the BBQ, have a total blast, playing pool, having Jello shots, and just being with our amazing friends and having a good time.  

There's Squish up front making a kissy face, me, D, Bos, are in the back.

Notice how much the dogs like whoever is at the food table?  Hmmm odd.

We continue to these good times until around 1:30 am, then decide, we need to go home.  We're tired, I quit drinking a while ago, so my buzz has faded, which means I'll be ready for night night within the next 45 minutes.  So we left.

On the way home we were still gabbing about how much of a good time we had.  Squish's boy had fallen asleep and now it was just Squish, D and I shooting the breeze, when all of a sudden....
We come around a curve, and see what appears to be an oncoming car, in our lane about a half mile down the road.  Since we're on a 50 mph highway, at first we think, 'he must be passing, he'll get over', and then he doesn't.  Squish at this point is left with the decision to flip her car in a ditch, or try to make it to a nearby driveway, or get hit head on.  She's frantically honking her horn and flashing her lights, but the guy in the car, was just.....well I don't know WHAT the hell he was.  She reaches the driveway and as soon as she get's an inch of the front tire onto the gravel, we were hit head on.

Now, when they tell you that your life flashes before your eyes in a case like this...They are full of shit!  The only thing that was running past my eyes was, "please don't let us die, right now", over and over and over.  I managed to get out, and get Squish's boy and D out, but unfortunately, Squish was  trapped in the car by the door.  I ran around the car to try and open her door, searching for that 'there's a car on my baby' strength, and just couldn't find it, moments later the emergency crew was there, cutting her door off with the jaws of life, and D, J and I are sitting the yard 40' feet away listening to her scream as they pull her out.  D, J and I came away with minor injuries.  We're all sore, and I'm banged and scraped, but we're amazing compared to Squish, who suffered a broken wrist, forearm, ankle, femur and today she is scheduled for a six hour surgery to try and piece together her shattered hip.  She is stuck in the hospital for a minimum of 4-6 weeks, and right now she's heavily sedated in ICU.

Here's a few pics of my injuries.

My knee

Inside of my thigh.

My lower stomach.

Under my boob and torso.

Air bag burn on my nose.

We are told that the driver that hit us, was suspected of being intoxicated and suffered a broken arm.  At this point, I don't even know his name, or anything about him.  What I do know is, that in the blink of an eye, dozens of lives were changed by one wrong choice, and the person most afflicted by this wrong choice, was the person that made the right choice, by being a DD.  So if any of you out there have some extra prayers and good thoughts.  My girl Squish could surely use them.

Turkey and Deers and Bears, OH MY!!!

Hey all out there in blogland, I'm getting my lazy ass on here today so I can hook up with the bestest bloghopper makers around.  Of course I'm referring to the ever so awesome duo of Barfy McBarfer who's had to deal with the devil and hell, get better soon woman, and her cohort and fellow horny housewife, ADHD Girl, who has apparently converted to Sushi lover, which makes me want to be Barfy McBarfer, thinking about it.  So if you don't hook up with them, do it now, you'll thank me later.


This weekend I went with my Super AWESOME Grams to my uncles house up in Colville, WA, which is approximately 355 miles away from home, and on the other side of Mt. Rainier, aka, the sunnier side of WA.  Usually!!!  But we'll get to the weather later.  We went over to help celebrate the birthday/graduation of my cousin, and well, because we love them, and you're supposed to visit people you love, right?


I can't even begin to tell you how much I love to drive across this beautiful state.  You see, on my side of the mountains, it's lush green trees and grass, once you get to the other side, those trees turn into sagebrush, which turns into tumbleweeds and the grass turns into hard sandy dirt.  *Sidenote:  I saw my first tumbleweed roll across the road on this trip, but was unable to get a picture of it.  It was awesome.

My side of the mountains.  Green trees and cloudy.

Going over the mountains, we get to see lots of beautiful waterfalls.

Then you get to the other side.  A couple trees and a lot of dirt.

And windmills.

And lots of beautiful canyons, and more windmills.

Then you get to my uncles house and your back to tree country again.  And let me tell you, those trees hold a lot of wildlife, not to mention all the animals that are there too.  Ha!!!


The first of the animals that I totally fell in love with is Zeus, my uncles GIANT German Sheppard, who loves me.  And tried on several to physically show me how much.  Being a horny dog, isn't easy for real dogs either.  He quickly became my shadow, once we established that I wasn't THAT kind of bitch, and I even taught him a new trick.  Wanna see?  I knew you did.

We arrived at my uncles house, just in time to get down to business.

This is what I've been waiting for.

What did YOU think I was waiting for???

Now that's a spread!

After the festivities, my uncle took me up to his feeding ground.  He loves and feeds the local wildlife around him and has made friends with what is now the third generation of deer.

Isn't she lovely?

Look, more wildlife, and if you look closely, you'll see a deer jumping away in the background.

This is Missy, Missy's mom was Mascara.  My uncle has known Missy since she was born, and now that Missy has a fawn of her own, my uncle now has to come up with another M name.  I love my family's love for nature.

I would have taken a picture of the bear, but we didn't actually see him, only what he had left on the trail, the night before, but I didn't want to take a picture of that, since shit is gross, and I didn't want to gross you out.  You're welcome.


I did however see turkeys.  Four of them, just roaming around my uncles property, by his pond.  I truly was amazing to just be sitting there, and all of a sudden have a bunch of turkeys just wander into your space.

I named them, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Smoked and Jive.

Well, it appears that this post is getting pretty long, and I haven't even gotten past the first day yet, so I think I'll save the rest and the trip home, for Thursday, since it would appear I have 3 days of housework to catch up on.


Or, I could watch all the shows I missed while I was gone.

Tough choice.


Until tomorrow.  
Stay AWESOME!!!!

Life just got...different.

Well happy happy Tuesday to you all, if there is anyone left out there.  I know I've been neglecting you, Dear Blogger, but no more will you be ignored.  For you have a new purpose now.


But first...


When you're done here, hop on over to see the ever shrinking Impulse, who by the way, is looking HAWT.  Hubba hubba!  Then cruise on over to the fabulous Shawn, who's had a pretty amazing month, way to go woman and I'll be right there with ya in nine days, with my vodka and Red Bull!!!  Then link up with them for they're no rules blog hop.  I love these women, throughout the last six months of working, I've tried to at least blog once a week, and when I did it was always for a Talk to us Tuesday, with these brilliant ladies.





Okay, now back to me and the figurative earthquake that has shaken up my world.  So, you know how I got me a job, and even though it wasn't the greatest, most meaningful job in the world, it was my job and I loved it.  Yeah, well, last Thursday I was called into the HR office, which by the way is NEVER good, and was told that some comments that I had made *which honestly I thought were going to be along the sexual harassment line, what???  I'm kind of a flirt, and I flirt with everyone* were seen on another co-workers FB and although I *and others* really don't think what I said was a fireable comment, but I may have mentioned the VP of our company, by his first name, so I was, in fact, fired.  UGH!!!  


WHATTT????  


Yes, my desire to make someone laugh, got me fired....for the very first time.....EVER!


I'm still devastated.  


My job was nothing special, but the people I worked with were are AMAZING.  And I feel good that my entire crew is on my side through this.  Even my supervisor and my General Manager for our shift, couldn't believe that I was being let go.  Also, they tried to say that the comments I made were on the clock.  I checked, they were not.  I'm thinking of fighting it, but first I have to start by writing an apology letter to the VP, that doesn't actually tell him how I really feel about him, and that doesn't include the word, douche.  I've tried 27 times and failed.  I might still be bitter.


Political correctness is going to be the death of comedy.  


On the plus side of this.  


I made some good friends over the last six months and the people that really matter will be kept in touch with. D will actually make it to school....on time....everyday, because I won't be so damn tired every morning.  I will get to spend the next two weeks my one of my favorite women, KT, since she's moving away from me.  Granted she's only moving 7 miles away, but I'm a hillbilly, and she's moving off the hill.  I'm very sad about this.  My liver however,  is pretty okay with it.


I have more time to bake and become a successful caterer.


I have more time to take pictures of pretty things like this.

Sure sign spring is here.

The day before my last day at work.

I love these colors.

Also, this guy will be happy that I'm home more, for the next few months.

He has really missed his mama.

So, even though my predicament is very bittersweet.  I'm kinda happy to be home, except for ONE HUGE THING.


My weight.  Since October, I've lost almost 50 lbs.  I'm terrified of gaining it back, so now, my sweet Blogger.  You are going to help me not only, NOT gain the weight back, but you're going to help me lose more.  I refuse to stop heading in the health direction that I was going, and you're my back up.
Together we can do it.


Well, now I must be responsible and get some stuff done, so that I can go get some more stuff done, then do more stuff.


No rest for the wicked, and I'm pretty damn wicked!


Hey guess what???


I'll be here tomorrow.

One day closer to Saturday than yesterday.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh my GAWD, do I have anyone left out there in my wonderful world of blogging friends???  I'm going crazy without all of you.  Even The Mr. has noticed that I've been bitchier, since I've been too preoccupied with life, to write all my thoughts down.  Plus, I yap more in his ear, because I haven't been sharing it all of my 'nonsense' stories with you, my dear Blogger.








And of course my favorite day to write is Tuesday, because not only do I get to go link up with Incredible Shrinking IA, PS.  looking FAB-Ulous,  and the, super awesome and lovely Shawn, but it gives me a chance to catch up on all the people I already adore, and find new people to adore.  I love to adore.


Is that repetitive?


Am I being redundant?


Moving on....


You know that moment where you discover your child has more natural talent at something than you do?  Well I do now again.  This last weekend, D and I had two parties to bake for.  No problem,  right?  Hahaha, who do you think you're dealing with here.  So the first cake was due by Satuday, around three o'clock.  Normally, not a problem.  It was just a simple sheet cake, for an adult women's birthday, something with bright colors and alcohol.  Not.A.Problem.


I get home from work around....midnight Friday night, stay up for an hour, killing zombies.  What?!  They had to die.  I set my alarm for 7:15am, going to bed at 1:30, that gives me plenty amount of sleep to make as simple cake before work at 11:30am.  Or so I thought.  Around 9:05am is when I actually woke up.  Yeah, almost two hours late, and less than two hours before work.  Absolutely NO TIME to make, bake and decorate a cake, especially when Ms. Unprepared has to run to the store for eggs first.  **LE SIGH**
This is about the time that I shift into to 'panic-and-become-brilliant' mode, run into my D's room and frantically beg her not to hate me, but "you have to do this cake all by yourself, I'm sooooo sooo sorry".  And, oh yeah, plus "you have to clean the kitchen before you can start baking, while I run to the store and liquor store to finish gathering supplies".  *PS, I just got asked to make this cake Thursday night at work, so I haven't really had time.  Yeah, that's exACTly what I tell myself.*  After, a couple hours at work, I get at text message from D, with her finished cake.  It was perfect, absolutely perfect.  Like, better than mine perfect.  I had to bow to her and then shower her with money and praise.   I love that the praise was worth more to there that the two twenties that came with it. That's a big 'good job' to me.  Anyways, back to D's first solo cake.

There was an airplane bottle of Grey Goose, and a personalized shot glass that sat atop this cake, of course there's no picture of that, but look at the beauty that is that cake.  And not ONE spot of frosting out of place.  Proud mom here.

On Sunday, it was my turn.  Today's theme.  Sock monkey.


D spent the night at a friends house, and had a hard time making it home on time for Sunday's baking day, so it was my day to fly solo.  Somewhere in my adult life, I've forgotten simple math.  I needed to make a small cake for birthday boy, and two dozen cupcakes, what I ended up with was, one small cake and FOUR dozen cupcakes.  And I didn't eve drink this weekend.  Oh well, at least people at work got a few cupcakes, because those things ARE NOT staying at my house.

Mr.  Sock Monkey cake.  Cute yes, creepy definitely. 

Matching cupcakes.  I think I should have gone with the smaller M&M's because these things totally creep me out with their big BIG FREAKY eyes.

I did have fun making them though, even though, once I had them all done, I had 24 little sets of eyes, staring at me, judging me.  But, they loved them and the baby wasn't scared of his cake, so Yay!


Sidenote~  It's snowing right now.  I hate that.  Hate.It!


Oh, Oh, Oh!!!  Friday night was date night with The Mr.  we went to dinner and then to one of our historical Seattle theaters to see Jim Jefferies.  If you don't know who he is, YouTube him, he's fricken hilarious.  ***Caution though***  He's got a trashy TRASHY mouth, and throws the 'C' word around like it's the word 'and'.  I happen to love it though.  It was an awesome night!


And OH OH OH, the whole reason for the title of my post.  Guess what I get to do on Saturday????


Give up??


I get to meet two out of three of my sisters, from my bio dad, that I've only talked to through FB, even though it's been for the last almost three years.  One of them has a business trip to Seattle, so me and my dolls are gonna go meet them and spend the day shoving 30 years of history into 5 hours of time.  I'm a hot mess about it, I'm super excited, but completely nervous about it all at the same time.  I know it will be great though adn that they'll love me, I mean, Duh, who wouldn't, right?


Well kiddies, reality beckons, and I have to take the kid to school, clean the house, make dinner and hopefully get a nap in before work.


See ya on the flip side!

Totally survived another Monday.

And let me tell you it was a process.  You see, Sunday was girls night at KT's house since the kids had the day off on Monday and most of the girls had the day of. 


Not me.


No I had to get up and go to work yesterday.  Granted it wasn't until 3 pm, but when you go to be drunk at 12:30 am, then get back up at 5am, it makes for a really long work day.  


But let's move on, shall we?


If you're not linking up with The lovely IA and The not so serious, SS for their amazing blog hop, that has...wait for it...........NO RULES.  


Woot woot.  Get on over and link up, my sweet hussies out there.
Why doesn't anyone use the word 'hussy' anymore.  I think it's rad and that I should totally bring it's popularity back.  There's to many whores and sluts out there, and not nearly enough hussies.


And now for something completely different.


I'm kinda bummed that I have such a impeccable work ethic, tonight is a really badass concert that I would LOVE to go to, but my Jimminy Cricket won't let me.  It has Megadeath, Motorhead, Volbeat and a few others I don't think I care about, but NOOO, I'll be at work, listening to Ace Of Spades on my headphones, while crying.


And I'm also kinda bummed that I'm missing all the Mardi Gras parades.  But I do love going through my pictures from our last trip, complete with gatahs, but by next Mardi Gras, I'll have two weeks of vacation and I plan on taking one to go to New Orleans with the Mr. and then a week in Costa Rica, with my ladies, to go see my cousin, and be served beers on the beach by buff young bandidos.  But, alliteration aside, I really want to go to Costa Rica and I'm really hoping that my friends can use the 16 month notice to save up and get ready for the vacation of their lives.


I'm super excited that I get this whole weekend off this weekend.  I can do some much needed catching up on housework I need to do.  Yeah, that sounds fun.


Here's something I'm totally awesomafied about.  I've lost 40 lbs in 4 months.  Just due to the fact that I'm back working, and I walk up and down a table all night.  No, I'm not a stripper.  But I do run a long machine with a table top that I'm constantly walking up and down, and lifting heavy rolls of material, aaaand I'm not around a refrigerator all day, to snack and eat, eat and snack.  In just four months, at this rate, I'll be at my goal weight.  Can I get a woot woot???  


Hells ya.


Okay kids, I gotta go.  I'm glad I got to sit and write for a few and link up with my chicks for TTUT!


Thanks for being there ladies. :)

Approaching the halfway mark.

Hola Tuesday, why aren't you closer to Friday, I'd love you so much better if you were.  Although, Tuesday is one of my favorite days, because I get to go link up with Miss Impulse and find out why I think she's my twin, and the lovely Miss Shawn with her crazy ass family, and find out why I'm madly in love with these women.

Now, back to me.


So many of you know that my younger, D, is a senior in high school this year.  It feels so weird to say type that.  And were getting really close to the halfway point of her senior year.  

I really have no idea how to feel about this.  I mean, I'm ecstatic that the kid is actually going to graduate, on time, because believe me, we were wondering for a minute there.  But, she's really buckled down this year and is getting the best grades ever, and she has good friends,  and she has great teachers, and I totally wish we would have put her in this school three and a half years ago, but evidently we like to do things the hard way around here.  Something about appreciating the outcome even more, because we worked so hard at it.  At least, that's what we tell ourselves, to make us feel better about taking the three rights, instead of a left. 

I'm also very, very sad about this.  Why?  You may ask?  Because, then it means that she's going to be leaving me soon.  She has promised me that she will stay until she's at least nineteen, but is that really enough time for me?  It's not like I want another kid to fill her spot or anything, I never wanna buy diapers again, I just think that my kids should live with me forever, or at least on the same property.  Maybe something a little like this.

We could have a few of these on a big piece of property.  Aren't they awesome???

I know it sounds weird for a mom to dread the day their kids leave them.  Most of my friends are counting down the days until that happens, but I really dig my kids, I've raised them to be a couple of pretty awesome people to be around.  Good Job, me.  


In other news, I finally got the last bit of my Christmas decorations down.  Now if only I could find the motivation to get it back down to the dungeon, and find a better place for it than I had before.  Or I could just start cleaning the dungeon, and get rid of all the crap that my family's been hoarding for the past, oh, forever, then I wouldn't have to feel like I should take a yoga class to to be limber enough to conquer the obstacle course that is, our life history.


Ugh, all this talk of work, makes me sleepy, well that and the 4 hours of sleep I got last night.  Soooo, I'm gonna nap while y'all go link up.

Wooooooohooooo to a New Year!

Happy Happy New Year to all you crazy, wonderful people out there.  I can't wait to get this year started and put the last year to bed, somewhere in the back of my head.  Yes, plenty of awesome things happened last year, but I'm all about the present and future.


It seems that Tuesday's seem to be my 'go to' day for blogging, mostly because of my mad love for Miss Impulse and Miss Shawn and their wonderful, rebelicious no rules blog hop.  Go check em out.  They're totally rad.


But first, let's chat, shall we?  
I spent my NYE with my best girls, Jen and Kate and their munchkins, oh and Kate's husband, blah blah blah, was there too.  We had a variety of spirits, and I think I tried them all.  Fireball, wine, vodka and a teensy bit of champagne made for a whopping headache the next day, lemme tell ya, but I did manage to stay mostly sober and totally manageable all night.  We were supposed to go into the hot tub, but somehow when the kids got out of it, they turned off the heat, so when we went to jump in, after midnight, in out bathing suits, the water was a cool 80*.  Fine, if it was 105* outside, but not so fine when it was 40*, so we just drank more instead.


Ohhh, and I made a cake for it.  It was purdy.

Happy New Years!

I had fun with this cake.

Then  two days later, two weeks after my oldest's birthday, I finally made her cake.  
Wanna see it?

A pink cake for a pink kinda kid.

See a pattern here?

I made no resolutions this year, just gonna try and keep going towards that five year plan I've been working on.  And maybe have some more fun. And enjoy the fact that I will have not one, but two kids graduating this year.  The older will graduate in August from college where she is studying to become a medical biller, and my younger, who will be, sniff sniff, graduating, sob sob, high school, bawl bawl.  It's going to be a seriously emotional summer this year.


Ugh, I just looked at the clock and realized it's almost work time.  For some reason, all of a sudden 12 days off just doesn't seem like it was enough.


I won't be back tomorrow.  I have a self written, honey-do list that starts early, and goes until work time.  But Thursday, that's MY day.