Celebrations
1 Comment Kris and Mark’s Big Day
Live as it happens – pics will be updated periodically. Just click on the picture to go to the gallery.
Celebrations
1 Comment Live as it happens – pics will be updated periodically. Just click on the picture to go to the gallery.
Celebrations
2 Comments I really need to get moving here this morning, but I have an overdue post. The bachelorette party. I think it’s fair to say that everyone had a really, really, good time. It was definitely a very late night for this old mom. I haven’t partied like that in at least 10 years. It sure was a lot of fun. The pictures were even more fun, too bad most of them didn’t seem appropriate for posting on the internet! Oh, and let me just apologize now for the quality of the pictures. It’s really hard to take good photos, in the dark, when you have had just a few too many drinks!
Well Kris, only 10 days left!! Are you ready?
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3 Comments Ok, so I’m a huge wimp when it comes to pain. I’ll admit it. Everyone who knows me, already knows this. Never in a million years did I think I would have the guts to go through with something like this.

I think Jeff STILL thinks it is some elaborate hoax. He’s waiting for it to wash off.

I would have never, ever, ever done it – if my MOM hadn’t gone first. She was all smiles. Told me it didn’t hurt. Said it just kind of burned, and that a paper cut was worse. And I BELIEVED her!



Then Janice went. She said it wasn’t bad either. She’s a big liar too.


She got two.

So then, the moment of truth. And I thought, if my MOM can do it, so can I right? Seriously, what was I thinking!! It hurt bad. BAD.





But, I do really love it. I can’t stop looking at it. I’m so proud of myself that I actually did it. I told Mike that he better make it spectacular, because this was my first and last tattoo. Did I mention that it hurt?!?
Then it was Kris’s turn. She told me if I got one, she’d get the stars she wanted. She decided to go with on the top of her foot. I think hers hurt worse than mine. I didn’t feel sorry for her. Is that mean?



I wish April were there. We would have chipped in for yours April!
I guess the lesson learned is, never trust your mother. Or your sister. They don’t tell the truth. Or, I’m just a bigger wimp than them.