The longest place name still in use is:
Taumatawhakatangihangaoauauotameteaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu - a hill in New Zealand.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Friday Night Happenings. Take 2.
Alright folks. We're going to try this again.
This Friday a group of people from work are going to gather for drinks, maybe dinner, and conversation. It'll basically be the same group from last Friday, minus one who will be traveling to Wisconsin. And, once again, Jacob said he'd be there. So, unless some work thing comes up again, he'll be there.
And if he's not I'm going to march out to his office on Monday and kick his butt. Then I'm going to get his number so I can bug him all the time about how bad I kicked his butt. Then maybe he'll be totally intimidated by me and agree to hang out.
So, hopefully he just shows up, has a drink or two, and loosens up. He's a shy guy, shy guys need liquid loosener upper serum. Then hopefully he'll fall madly in love with me and whisk me away and we'll live happily ever after. The End.
Then I won't have to kick his butt. I don't want him to be intimidated by me. It's just not in my nature to be an intimidater.
This Friday a group of people from work are going to gather for drinks, maybe dinner, and conversation. It'll basically be the same group from last Friday, minus one who will be traveling to Wisconsin. And, once again, Jacob said he'd be there. So, unless some work thing comes up again, he'll be there.
And if he's not I'm going to march out to his office on Monday and kick his butt. Then I'm going to get his number so I can bug him all the time about how bad I kicked his butt. Then maybe he'll be totally intimidated by me and agree to hang out.
So, hopefully he just shows up, has a drink or two, and loosens up. He's a shy guy, shy guys need liquid loosener upper serum. Then hopefully he'll fall madly in love with me and whisk me away and we'll live happily ever after. The End.
Then I won't have to kick his butt. I don't want him to be intimidated by me. It's just not in my nature to be an intimidater.
MO-NT-AG-UE
I had (key word, had) an aunt. She was very artsy, crafty and made just about every gift she ever gave. At least that I can remember. These sweatshirts, well, as I'm sure you've guessed, they were a set of gifts. Clever, eh?Paige and I, our letters made sense...somewhat. I was MO. That could be someone's nickname. Paige as AG, again, not bad. Chris and Kaitlin thought, what does NT or UE mean? How would you even pronounce them?
Well, you're not, you see, when you put them all together they spell MONTAGUE. Perfect how that worked out. Eight letters divided by 4 children equals 2 letters each. Yes, I did pass math in college, just too me 2 tries... Not kidding either...
I believe we were on the beach when this picture was taken. Probably Sunset Beach. One of our favorite places to camp. I think this picture even turned into a Christmas card.
We're we a bunch of cuties!
Wonder what happened to us...
Footsie Wootsie
Pay no attention to the people in this picture. They are old co-workers. People that I used to work with at my fresh out of college job, at the Merced County Fair.
The fair which occured last week, that I attended last Wednesday to go to a concert (more on that and my future husband later). You know what's great about working at fairs, you know people. You know people that are excited to see you and give you a corn dog and water (Thanks Tracee!)
The most wonderful part of working at the fair during the fair were those machine. Those things they call "Footsie Wootsie". Or as I like to call them "25 Cents of Heaven." They were wonderful. I think throughout the 6 day fair I spend $10 on them.
What happens is you drop your coin in the slot, and then this "feet mold" where your...feet are... starts to shake and vibrate and hum. Oh...it's wonderful. Wow, writing that out it actually sounds kinda dirty. But honest to pete it's for your feet. (I'm a poet and didn't even know it.)
And last week, I spend 25 cents of someone else's money for my own pure enjoyment.
And honestly, I've googled those machines. And I can't find them anywhere. And if I could, you know what, I'd buy one! And I'd have it in my living room for my guests to enjoy. Cause what good is having something if you can't share it. And maybe, if my guests are lucky, I'll have a dish of quarters for them to use on the machine.
Or maybe I'll just charge them. I haven't decided yet.
But you know what, the Stanislaus County Fair starts this Friday and they get those machines too. And boy howdy, I'm showin' up prepared to have my feet massaged.
The fair which occured last week, that I attended last Wednesday to go to a concert (more on that and my future husband later). You know what's great about working at fairs, you know people. You know people that are excited to see you and give you a corn dog and water (Thanks Tracee!)The most wonderful part of working at the fair during the fair were those machine. Those things they call "Footsie Wootsie". Or as I like to call them "25 Cents of Heaven." They were wonderful. I think throughout the 6 day fair I spend $10 on them.
What happens is you drop your coin in the slot, and then this "feet mold" where your...feet are... starts to shake and vibrate and hum. Oh...it's wonderful. Wow, writing that out it actually sounds kinda dirty. But honest to pete it's for your feet. (I'm a poet and didn't even know it.)
And last week, I spend 25 cents of someone else's money for my own pure enjoyment.
And honestly, I've googled those machines. And I can't find them anywhere. And if I could, you know what, I'd buy one! And I'd have it in my living room for my guests to enjoy. Cause what good is having something if you can't share it. And maybe, if my guests are lucky, I'll have a dish of quarters for them to use on the machine.
Or maybe I'll just charge them. I haven't decided yet.
But you know what, the Stanislaus County Fair starts this Friday and they get those machines too. And boy howdy, I'm showin' up prepared to have my feet massaged.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Quote of the Day
Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies. 
— Mother Teresa
The Original King of the World
Bet you didn't know that I was the one that originated the "I'm the king of the world" pose from Titanic. Well, as you can see below. I am...was...I did. Whatever.
And you know what. In January, I'll be doing that from the bow of the boat. That's right, I know boat terms.
At the end of January I will on a Carnival boat headed to Cabo San Lucas with 3 other lovely ladies celebrating the birthday of one said Stacey. I won't disclose what her age will be, but it's a new decade of years before you turn 40 after you turn 20.
And you know what. In January, I'll be doing that from the bow of the boat. That's right, I know boat terms.
At the end of January I will on a Carnival boat headed to Cabo San Lucas with 3 other lovely ladies celebrating the birthday of one said Stacey. I won't disclose what her age will be, but it's a new decade of years before you turn 40 after you turn 20.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch
20 years ago, Kaitlin went to camp.
But during this trip she road on my mom's shoulders while I unpacked and settled in for the week.
So, you've seen it here folks. The first time Kaitlin went to Frontier Ranch at Mission Springs.
Frontier Ranch that is...
And yesterday Kaitlin went back to camp. "Huh?", you say. Yea, you heard me right. Kaitlin tried to pull a fast one on me and come home and let everyone know but me. To surprise me. I figured it out though, I just didn't let on to my mom that I had. Love you mom!
None the less, I was uber thrilled that she came home. Even if it was because she needed to get her car smogged and fill out paperwork for APU. We still made cookies for her to take back, and maybe share with others. And we watched Camp Rock that I had TIVOed when it came out. Ok, I lied. Mom and Kaitlin watched Camp Rock while I fell asleep on the couch.
A note to Kaitlin:
Don't wreck mom's car. And they found out about the dent that someone put on your bumper. Hope those cookies are lasting. If not, you know how to make them, or where to find the recipe. I love you! Thanks for the "surprise". It was great seeing you. And I'll try to get over there before the next 5 weeks are done. MUAH!
But during this trip she road on my mom's shoulders while I unpacked and settled in for the week.So, you've seen it here folks. The first time Kaitlin went to Frontier Ranch at Mission Springs.
Frontier Ranch that is...
And yesterday Kaitlin went back to camp. "Huh?", you say. Yea, you heard me right. Kaitlin tried to pull a fast one on me and come home and let everyone know but me. To surprise me. I figured it out though, I just didn't let on to my mom that I had. Love you mom!
None the less, I was uber thrilled that she came home. Even if it was because she needed to get her car smogged and fill out paperwork for APU. We still made cookies for her to take back, and maybe share with others. And we watched Camp Rock that I had TIVOed when it came out. Ok, I lied. Mom and Kaitlin watched Camp Rock while I fell asleep on the couch.
A note to Kaitlin:
Don't wreck mom's car. And they found out about the dent that someone put on your bumper. Hope those cookies are lasting. If not, you know how to make them, or where to find the recipe. I love you! Thanks for the "surprise". It was great seeing you. And I'll try to get over there before the next 5 weeks are done. MUAH!
I am a runner.
Believe it or not, I've run a in a couple event. The first being the Pumpkin something something run in Atwater. I was 4.
Can't you tell from the picture that I'm a natural runner? Yea, I know, the pictures isn't of me actually running, but can't you just tell.
Ever since then, I just known that I was destined to run.
And I did, in high school I was on the Cross Country team my sophomore year. I hated it. Maybe it because we ran along a canal bank, past a dairy and corn fields. And in the fall there are a lot of mosquitoes and bugs. Yea, that's why I hated it.
Even though I'm destined to be a great runner, do I run? Um, no. Takes too much time. Get too sweaty. My legs jiggle too much (ha, maybe from the lack of running). But everyday I think to myself, "Self, today you're going to go running after work." Then after work comes, and I think to myself, "Self, it's 179 degrees outside. You can't run, you'll over heat and die." So I haven't run.
Then I have friends that go off and run in a marathon. And I think to myself, "Self, you could never run in a marathon. Your legs are too short. But you could run a 5k or 7k." But I have yet to sign up for one. I must condition first, right.
And I think to myself that I could be that skinny hot thing running with her dogs all effortlessly like it's a piece of cake to run for miles and miles looking fantastic with 2 great dogs. Then I remember that my dogs would be running me, not me running them. I'd the the one out there with her arm being pulled off because her dogs run so hard.
And then. And then I look at this picture.
And I remember that my mom carried me through most of the race.
Guess I really need to start running. Or attempting to run. Or thinking more about running.
How about I just start jogging?
Does jogging with the Wii Fit count?
Can't you tell from the picture that I'm a natural runner? Yea, I know, the pictures isn't of me actually running, but can't you just tell.
Ever since then, I just known that I was destined to run. And I did, in high school I was on the Cross Country team my sophomore year. I hated it. Maybe it because we ran along a canal bank, past a dairy and corn fields. And in the fall there are a lot of mosquitoes and bugs. Yea, that's why I hated it.
Even though I'm destined to be a great runner, do I run? Um, no. Takes too much time. Get too sweaty. My legs jiggle too much (ha, maybe from the lack of running). But everyday I think to myself, "Self, today you're going to go running after work." Then after work comes, and I think to myself, "Self, it's 179 degrees outside. You can't run, you'll over heat and die." So I haven't run.
Then I have friends that go off and run in a marathon. And I think to myself, "Self, you could never run in a marathon. Your legs are too short. But you could run a 5k or 7k." But I have yet to sign up for one. I must condition first, right.
And I think to myself that I could be that skinny hot thing running with her dogs all effortlessly like it's a piece of cake to run for miles and miles looking fantastic with 2 great dogs. Then I remember that my dogs would be running me, not me running them. I'd the the one out there with her arm being pulled off because her dogs run so hard.
And then. And then I look at this picture.
And I remember that my mom carried me through most of the race.Guess I really need to start running. Or attempting to run. Or thinking more about running.
How about I just start jogging?
Does jogging with the Wii Fit count?
30 Fun Things to do While Driving
- Vary your vehicle's speed inversely with the speed limit.
- Roll down your windows and blast talk radio. Attempt to headbang.
- At stop lights, eye the person in the next car suspiciously. With a look of fear, lock your doors.
- Two words: Chicken suit.
- Write the words "Help me" on your back window in red paint. The more it looks like blood, the better.
- Have conversation, looking periodically at the passenger seat, when driving alone.
- Laugh a lot. A whole lot.
- Stop at the green lights.
- Go on the red ones.
- Occasionally wave a stuffed animal/troll doll/Barbie out your window or sunroof. Feel free to make it dance.
- Eat food that requires silverware.
- Pass cars, then drive very slowly.
- Sing without having the radio on.
- Honk frequently without motivation.
- Wave at people often. If they wave back, offer and angry look and an obscene gesture.
- Ask people for Grey Poupon.
- Let pedestrians know who's boss.
- Look behind you frequently, with a very paranoid look.
- Restart your car at every stop light.
- Hang numerous car-freshers on the rear-view mirror. Talk to them, stroking them lovingly.
- Lob burning things in the windows of smokers who throw their butts out the window.
- While stopped at a light, spit out the window/sunroof onto other cars.
- Paint your car with occult symbols.
- Keep at least five cats in the car.
- Have some passengers in the back who are having wild, noisy sex.
- Root (cheer, not snuffle in the mud) for fire trucks.
- Stop and collect roadkill.
- Stop and pray to roadkill.
- Throw Spam.
- Get in the fast lane and gradually...slow...down...to a stop. Then get out and watch the cars. Throw Spam at them.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
I Love Rock 'n Roll
This is me. Sitting between the driver seat and the passenger seat of our old motorhome. It's actually not our motorhome anymore. In fact, it's probably not anyone's motorhome anymore, it's very old.
Like the gigantic headphones? Looks like I should be a DJ at some ritzy fancy club, huh?
What do you think I was rockin' out to? Let's see, I'm guessing that it was 1984/85ish.
I'll tell you something that was rockin'. When that motorhome would over heat or have problems, that middle part that I was sitting on had to come off to make the repairs to the engine. That was never fun. The whole inside of the motorhome would warm up real quick.
We took many a trips in that big house on wheels. Mainly they involved a sail boat and a lake or the Monterey Bay. This may even be the motorhome that lost it's brakes on the way down a hill from Yosemite. Or maybe it was Huntington Lake. Fact of the matter is/was, we were speeding down a mountain without brake power. I'm not even kidding, we were rubbing against the side of the hill trying to slow down.
Why were we going down hill without breaks you ask? Because Paige, bless her little accident prone heart, at 9/10 months old was walking and followed my mom out the motorhome while she was delivering lunch to my dad. Well, Paige's poor forehead came in contact with a piece of metal and needed stitches, badly. Hospital A was 45 minutes away, Hospital B was 10 minutes downhill away. Guess which way Dad chose.
So Mom, Dad, Chris, Paige, 2 babysitters, and myself were on our knees (not Mom and Paige, Mom was putting pressure on the boo-boo), we were on our knees praying
But I had fun. At least what I remember of that era of my life I had fun.
Like the gigantic headphones? Looks like I should be a DJ at some ritzy fancy club, huh?
What do you think I was rockin' out to? Let's see, I'm guessing that it was 1984/85ish.
I'll tell you something that was rockin'. When that motorhome would over heat or have problems, that middle part that I was sitting on had to come off to make the repairs to the engine. That was never fun. The whole inside of the motorhome would warm up real quick.
We took many a trips in that big house on wheels. Mainly they involved a sail boat and a lake or the Monterey Bay. This may even be the motorhome that lost it's brakes on the way down a hill from Yosemite. Or maybe it was Huntington Lake. Fact of the matter is/was, we were speeding down a mountain without brake power. I'm not even kidding, we were rubbing against the side of the hill trying to slow down.
Why were we going down hill without breaks you ask? Because Paige, bless her little accident prone heart, at 9/10 months old was walking and followed my mom out the motorhome while she was delivering lunch to my dad. Well, Paige's poor forehead came in contact with a piece of metal and needed stitches, badly. Hospital A was 45 minutes away, Hospital B was 10 minutes downhill away. Guess which way Dad chose.
So Mom, Dad, Chris, Paige, 2 babysitters, and myself were on our knees (not Mom and Paige, Mom was putting pressure on the boo-boo), we were on our knees praying
But I had fun. At least what I remember of that era of my life I had fun.
GodSpeaks Devotional
Want to talk?
-God
I will answer him because I am merciful.
-Exodus 22:27
Many people see God as a stern judge, just waiting to pounce on those who break His laws. Others see Him as the supreme power of the universe, distant and remote, uninvolved in their lives. But there are also those who enjoy a loving, open relationship with their heavenly Father.
How we perceive God has a direct impact on how we pray. If we see God as a stern judge, we may not be brave enough to speak to Him at all. If we see Him as distant and remote, we may dismiss Him from our lives completely. However, if we see God as our loving, generous, heavenly Father, we are likely to talk to Him about everything.
How do you see God? The Bible says that He is filled with compassion toward us and is ready to hear us when we call out to Him for help. Yes, one day He will be the great judge of all the earth. But you have been invited to know Him first as Father and friend.
God has made an eternal commitment to love and nuture you. At great personal cost, He has opened the lines of communication so that you can speak to Him without fear. He has promised to hear every word. What are you waiting for?
(Copyright (c) GodSpeaks, (TM) Inc. 1999
All Rights Reserved)
-God
I will answer him because I am merciful.
-Exodus 22:27
Many people see God as a stern judge, just waiting to pounce on those who break His laws. Others see Him as the supreme power of the universe, distant and remote, uninvolved in their lives. But there are also those who enjoy a loving, open relationship with their heavenly Father.
How we perceive God has a direct impact on how we pray. If we see God as a stern judge, we may not be brave enough to speak to Him at all. If we see Him as distant and remote, we may dismiss Him from our lives completely. However, if we see God as our loving, generous, heavenly Father, we are likely to talk to Him about everything.
How do you see God? The Bible says that He is filled with compassion toward us and is ready to hear us when we call out to Him for help. Yes, one day He will be the great judge of all the earth. But you have been invited to know Him first as Father and friend.
God has made an eternal commitment to love and nuture you. At great personal cost, He has opened the lines of communication so that you can speak to Him without fear. He has promised to hear every word. What are you waiting for?
(Copyright (c) GodSpeaks, (TM) Inc. 1999
All Rights Reserved)
Friday Night Happened
And not a Jacob to be found.
He was a no show. I guess he's super, uber shy. Thing is, he's not from around these parts of the country and doesn't have many friends or a social life.
It's not like I didn't have fun. I had a great time!
I'll find out more Monday from Bernard. Bernard is buddies with Jacob and was the one that told him to join us last night.
In the meantime I need advice: How do you get a shy guy to do things with (or without) a group of people? I've gotta step my (lack of) boldness up a notch or two and try to make small talk when I see him at work.
Mercy pray for me that I may step out of my comfort zone.
He was a no show. I guess he's super, uber shy. Thing is, he's not from around these parts of the country and doesn't have many friends or a social life.
It's not like I didn't have fun. I had a great time!
I'll find out more Monday from Bernard. Bernard is buddies with Jacob and was the one that told him to join us last night.
In the meantime I need advice: How do you get a shy guy to do things with (or without) a group of people? I've gotta step my (lack of) boldness up a notch or two and try to make small talk when I see him at work.
Mercy pray for me that I may step out of my comfort zone.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Just Another Day at the Beach
Mom, Chris and I at a beach in Monterey.
This was probably during one of the sailing regatta that my parents participated in in Monterey Bay. We went to the tide pools. Mom was showing us so sea creature.
Chris looks thrilled doesn't he?
This was probably during one of the sailing regatta that my parents participated in in Monterey Bay. We went to the tide pools. Mom was showing us so sea creature.
Chris looks thrilled doesn't he?
I'm a Little Butterfly
This is Vienna. (Get it, vienna like the sausage!)
We "inherited" Vienna. One of my high school classmates happened upon her from a church member that was dying and just wanted to find homes for her dog. They already had 2 or 3 dogs, so we took her. Her original name was something stupid, like "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" or something gay like that. So we renamed her. Vienna.
And she was a little sausage. Around the time that we got her the movie "A Bug's Life" came out. And oh my, did Vienna remind us of Heimlich the caterpillar. We would quote, "I'm a little butterfly" all the time.
One Halloween I found a plastic green dog outfit. I went to the local Michael's and got some fake butterfly wings, and I hot glued them to the outfit. Vienna was Heimlich.
Her life wasn't very long with us, just a couple years. See, due to her obesity, she started having back problems, which then caused her to lose the ability to use her back legs. After a couple weeks of living in that state she left us. I would say, "She went to be with the Lord" but I don't think that dogs go to heaven (despite the movie). So, "She went to be with the Dog God."
She was a fun little weiner dog. A blessing to have.
And everytime I see or think about that movie I think of Vienna.
We "inherited" Vienna. One of my high school classmates happened upon her from a church member that was dying and just wanted to find homes for her dog. They already had 2 or 3 dogs, so we took her. Her original name was something stupid, like "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" or something gay like that. So we renamed her. Vienna.
And she was a little sausage. Around the time that we got her the movie "A Bug's Life" came out. And oh my, did Vienna remind us of Heimlich the caterpillar. We would quote, "I'm a little butterfly" all the time.
One Halloween I found a plastic green dog outfit. I went to the local Michael's and got some fake butterfly wings, and I hot glued them to the outfit. Vienna was Heimlich.
Her life wasn't very long with us, just a couple years. See, due to her obesity, she started having back problems, which then caused her to lose the ability to use her back legs. After a couple weeks of living in that state she left us. I would say, "She went to be with the Lord" but I don't think that dogs go to heaven (despite the movie). So, "She went to be with the Dog God."
She was a fun little weiner dog. A blessing to have.
And everytime I see or think about that movie I think of Vienna.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Tonight, I Break the Ice.
Tonight, scratch that.
This afternoon, a group of folks from work are getting together at our local Applebee's for adult beverages. And to just hang out really.
Well, after much, um, plotting, scheming, planning, the mystery guy from work that everyone wants to set me up with will be there. At least he told someone that he would go, and he apparently sounded excited about it.
So, I'll report back tomorrow or Sunday about how it goes. If there is any spark. Any potential. Plans made for a future date.
Maybe I'll even try to snap a picture...
Wish me luck!
(PS: I cancelled eharmony.com. It was a crock of poop!)
This afternoon, a group of folks from work are getting together at our local Applebee's for adult beverages. And to just hang out really.
Well, after much, um, plotting, scheming, planning, the mystery guy from work that everyone wants to set me up with will be there. At least he told someone that he would go, and he apparently sounded excited about it.
So, I'll report back tomorrow or Sunday about how it goes. If there is any spark. Any potential. Plans made for a future date.
Maybe I'll even try to snap a picture...
Wish me luck!
(PS: I cancelled eharmony.com. It was a crock of poop!)
Make the Best of a Bad Hair Day
Talk about a frizz-ball!
Look at me. Yes, I have frizzy hair and I have a problem. I think this picture was taken the morning after I attended a wedding. My hair was done up in a bunch of little twists or braids or something. I apparently thought it would be fun to take it all down... and then brush it all out. Bad idea!
But look, I was smiling. Or hamming it up for the camera.
Note: never ever, ever brush your hair after it has been in little braids or twisties.
Lesson learned.
Look at me. Yes, I have frizzy hair and I have a problem. I think this picture was taken the morning after I attended a wedding. My hair was done up in a bunch of little twists or braids or something. I apparently thought it would be fun to take it all down... and then brush it all out. Bad idea! But look, I was smiling. Or hamming it up for the camera.
Note: never ever, ever brush your hair after it has been in little braids or twisties.
Lesson learned.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
10 Years and Goin' Strong
3 weeks ago was my High School 10 Year Reunion. I admit, I wasn't really looking all that forward to it. Yeah, let's see people that I never hung out with in high school. Woo hoo! I was curious who looked like what though. And the curiosity got the best of me, so I attended.
Here I am ready to go!
One of my high school buddies was SUPER excited about going. Until it came time for me to pick her up. "Are you sure you're on your way over?" "It's ok if you take the long way to get there." Nope, we're going in with confidence and poise. Proud of who we are 10 years later and the accomplishments we've made. At least I was going in with that attitude.
Do I look like I went in with confidence and poise? That's Treva with me (and my glass of wine). Treva and I grew up together from Middle School on, with church activities, Bible Study, etc.
My buddy James. He's living in Arizona with his wife and their little girl. I see James maybe once every couple years.
Treva, Janell, Danae, and myself. We're just missing Alisha (who was in Holland during the reunion) and we would have had our HS group.
Time for our first round of shots! Toscana's has Tuaca! I was SO excited about that. So a round Tuaca Bombs on me!
Sarah and I. We were the safari queens... Me in zebra... Sarah in giraffe... Get it...?
Nate (my HS crush) and his wife, Mirla. They seem very happy together. She took shots with us... So, she's cool in my book. FYI, Nate wasn't hairy like that in high school. And he has a kid. And he's not the kind of guy I would have wanted to end up with. Phew, that could have ended badly.
Op! Time for round 2! This time, Mirla treated. See, I told you she was cool! So good. I love Tuaca Bombs! I highly recommend them. I'll treat sometime! Hold me to it!
That was the end of the decent pictures. I know, it's a lot of the same people in all the pictures, like me. But no one else was worth photographing.
All in all, with enough alcohol..., it was a much better time that I had expected. Catching up with people from "back in the day".
Here I am ready to go!
One of my high school buddies was SUPER excited about going. Until it came time for me to pick her up. "Are you sure you're on your way over?" "It's ok if you take the long way to get there." Nope, we're going in with confidence and poise. Proud of who we are 10 years later and the accomplishments we've made. At least I was going in with that attitude.
Do I look like I went in with confidence and poise? That's Treva with me (and my glass of wine). Treva and I grew up together from Middle School on, with church activities, Bible Study, etc.
My buddy James. He's living in Arizona with his wife and their little girl. I see James maybe once every couple years.
Treva, Janell, Danae, and myself. We're just missing Alisha (who was in Holland during the reunion) and we would have had our HS group.
Time for our first round of shots! Toscana's has Tuaca! I was SO excited about that. So a round Tuaca Bombs on me!
Sarah and I. We were the safari queens... Me in zebra... Sarah in giraffe... Get it...?
Nate (my HS crush) and his wife, Mirla. They seem very happy together. She took shots with us... So, she's cool in my book. FYI, Nate wasn't hairy like that in high school. And he has a kid. And he's not the kind of guy I would have wanted to end up with. Phew, that could have ended badly.
Op! Time for round 2! This time, Mirla treated. See, I told you she was cool! So good. I love Tuaca Bombs! I highly recommend them. I'll treat sometime! Hold me to it!
That was the end of the decent pictures. I know, it's a lot of the same people in all the pictures, like me. But no one else was worth photographing.
All in all, with enough alcohol..., it was a much better time that I had expected. Catching up with people from "back in the day".
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