The Poop One

Warning-this is going to be a poop story which I figure you should know because of the title. But just in case.....

Today is Sunday bloody Sunday (and the battles just begun).  That one was for Richelle.  Our Sunday afternoons consist of really not much.  A lot of channel surfing and surprisingly enough, golf is on.  I am use to watching golf on Sunday because of my dad but I never figured my husband would get that into it.  It puts me right to sleep even though I do enjoy the game.  It is something about those announcers with their all hushed talk tones and mild manners that just makes me feel as though I am in the womb again.  

There we are today on our separate couches watching the blockbuster thriller Twister on TNT.  I hadn't seen this movie since I last watched it on our VHS that my parents had.  All I remembered was when this movie came out it was a crazy high tech, visual, nerdery mater piece.  I love that the bad guys in the movie are storm chasers with corporate sponsors.  'They were in it for the money, not the science'-quoted by Bill Paxton in Twister.  I was about half way into the movie when Jaitz decided he wanted to go outside.

This was actually a welcomed thing because I was getting antsy and it really was bugging me that the tornadoes were growling.....seriously growling.  So I get Jaitz and his leash and of course my trusted poop bag and proceed down the stairs.  Today was a really nice day-not too hot outside-so I figure I will take the wee pup on a longer jaunt than normal.  We get to our usual poop spot and he does exactly as he should.  I've taught him everything I know.  So he does his business and I proceed to pick up the poo.  In the meantime, Jaitz did a preemptive cut off and the result was he had a dingle berry attached.  When this happens he spins in circles, lays down, spins in more circles and then puts his ears WAY back.  The only way to restore order is to get the dingle berry.  Since I had a bag full of poop I decided the best option was to put the dingle berry in with the rest of the poop.  I grab the inside of the poo bag to get the dingle berry when I accidently step weird and plunge the top of my hand into the poop bag.  Right when it hit I began to get the cold sweats....or as Heather calls them the meat sweats.  I pull my hand out hoping my mind was wrong about the warm substance it just touched, and the result is negative.....meaning I had dog poo all over the top of my hand.   I immediately dry heave and then laugh because dry heaving is SERIOUSLY one of the funniest things to me.

This is when everything happens at once.  Remember Diamondes from the last blog posting??  The Greek?  Well guess who is lounging by the pool in his B is for Banana hammock.  Him.  He is.  He sees me from across the pool and tennis courts and yells "ELLO KREEESTEN!" (roll the R).  I of course have poop on my hand, he is about 50 yards away from me and wants to chat, and I feel like I might puke (it didn't help that I made apple sauce (devil) cookies and ate probably 9-11 no joke).  Luckily I had my cell phone in my hand and I called the first person on my mind which happened to be Michelle.  FEW.  I get out of the long distance chat with Diamondes but now I still have poo on my hand and my phone and Jaitz are in the other plus I still have to back track to the garbage can to throw the poo away.  I begin by telling Michelle what had exactly happened and she is busting up like I thought she would.  I get to the trash can and I get a whiff.  I am already laughing because I think a gag is coming.  Just a little one came.

So I throw the poo away and start rushing back to my place to go and wash.  Meanwhile Michelle is still on the phone and I beg her to get my mind off of it because the meat sweats are still very present.  So I say "you gotta help me get this off my mind or I might puke!"  If someone would say this to you what would you say in response?  I do not fault Michelle for telling me what she was doing at that moment, but that is what she did.  and I quote "I am eating Craisins right now."  Ahhhh Crasins.  The deliciously naturally sweet dried cranberry that can whisk you away to some ocean side bungalow.  Well you see, I have issues with Crasins.

As a sophomore in high school our english teacher made us read Alive.  If you don't know what Alive is or about-in a nut shell it is about a soccer team that crashes in a plane in the Andes mountains and have to eat the dead people in order to survive.  It is a very interesting book but also very graphic.  When I was reading this book I was OBSESSED with eating Craisins at the same time.  So now whenever I eat a Craisin I think about eating human brains.  Sick I know but it is what it is.  I still like Craisins but seriously can't help but think they are bits of human flesh now. Hello Clarice.

So Michelle busts out with "I'm eating Craisins," right at the wrong time.  She didn't know my issue so it is okay.  You know what my mind thought of -eating human brains- and at that same moment my hair fell in my face.  My natural reaction is to take my right hand and wipe the hair from out of my eyes because I don't want to do the emo head tick swish, when I realize "I have poo on that hand!!" Well it got close enough to my face for another whiff and with the compilation of the Craisins I dry heaved and then laughed and laughed.  Michelle was still talking but I had dropped the phone to my side and focused on my toe nail polish.  I made it to the stairs and bid a farewell and praise because I did not vomit.  I ran inside to the bathroom while telling Zac I got poop on my hands and I scrubbed and scrubbed.  He made me wash my hands two more times and then told me that I had to wash them every ten minutes for the rest of the night and bathe in tomato juice...like Jaitz is a skunk now....you know-he might be now that I think about it.

On a side note-yesterday Jaitz pooed 5 times.  He usually is only a two-er.  That is the poop one.  And thank heavens I didn't have a picture for this post eh?

I am a Mutt

I have always wanted to be from some type of nationality.  Let me explain--When I tell people what my last name is and they don't know me, they begin to ask me all these questions about my heritage and what not.  I of course am not Serbian.  I am a compilation of just about every boring nation there is.  I am mostly English mixed with a bit of every other neutral nation you can imagine.  The mutt of all mutts.  I have always envisioned myself as lets say Italian.  You see I LOVE Italian food-eating and cooking it-I can be a bit boisterous, I love naps in the middle of the day, and I am on my way to having a grandma stache if it weren't for the wax.  Plus I have that dark hair light skin complexion that a lot of Italians have.  I enjoy mob movies and I am always wanting to burst out with a Mama Mia!  although I hold back constantly-because of course I am no where close to Italian.

I have thought about this for quite sometime.  Well not really....mostly when I am at an Italian restaurant.  Don't get me wrong....I love my heritage and what not, I've always just wanted to feel like I belonged to some exclusive club that really doesn't exist. Being married into a Serbian family I have gotten a taste of what this club is like but how many Serbian restaurants do you see?  That's right NONE.  Plus if I rattled off some Serbian phrase you might just kick me in the neck.  In fact, I might kick me in the neck because I don't know how to speak Serbian.  Now if I yelled 'Mama Mia!' you would get it but if I rattled off "Gooby Sucka Chutdapa??"  See what I mean (really that phrase means 'face like a sock')  Plus I am not really Serbian...remember from the above paragraph?

Have you ever had a Gyro (pronounced Yeeroo)?  I have had my fair share of this wonderful food-from fairs to upscale Greek restaurants, no gyro is safe from me.  It is the mother flippin.  Take a spicy lamb/beef mixture meat, put it on a warm pita, smother it in tomatoes, feta, and tzastiki sauce (a cucumber yogurt mixture), and stuff your face until you can't breath.  The gyro does come with onions but I say no to the veggie that can make you cry. 

I have a new neighbor who's name is Diamondes and that is right folks, he is a Greek.  I was out in the pool one day trying to see if I could swim with my healing busted leg/foot when this gem showed up.  He doesn't speaky the english too well so he decided to practice on me.  I think he understood that I didn't understand him when I didn't answer his questions.  The thing about this Greek is that he is A) Euro and you know what that means.  B) Banana hammock.  SICK.  Constant speedo action.  He lives right by the pool which happens to be by my morning Jaitz walk so EVERY morning I get to witness Diamondes in his full glory watering his roses.  He doesn't even have to be swimming/sun bathing to warrant the speedo.  No one is safe.  That is besides the point.  The point is I've been getting all these Greek vibes lately.  The gyro is taunting me from inside out, the new Greek neighbor, and My Big Fat Greek Wedding was on ABCFamily for a week straight.  I think I might be turning Greek instead of my original Italian.

So upon finding my new Greek adopted heritage I have been on a mission to find the best tasting gyro in town.  Now I had found the BEST one I have ever had in Boise--all you back in B-town, save up your allowance and head to Casba on 8th and Idaho.  It is a bit pricy but I have never had a gyro like that in my life.  If you don't have an allowance go to Mazzeh on 18th and State. A bit cheaper but still  SO GOOD!  I did find one of the best and beefiest gyros here in the AZ at a place called Codel.  I decided that all I wanted was one of these delicious morsels so Zac and I headed over to get one.  TRAGIC NEWS!!! The dang place closed!  SONOFAB.  As you can tell I have been on a mission.  I tried to talk to Diamondes to see if he had any suggestions and I couldn't understand him and he started talking about the weather so I slowly backed away from him with my hands out in case he charged.

I decided it was time to go out and try places and figure this out....I mean my heritage was counting on me and all.  Since I am Greek now.  I have been to a couple places and they have been okay but nothing to write home about.  On Friday, Zac had 'drinks' with his work which consists of him pounding ice water and eating sliders.  I decided it was a good night to try and find a divine gyro.  I looked up a bunch of places on the internet and I seriously researched them.  For real.  I found what I thought was the best and also the closest to me (remember I live in a city that is 100 miles across) and I headed out with Jaitz by my side.  As I pull up I am already slamming my fist on the steering wheel; the dang place has all the lights off and chairs on the table.  Written on a piece of lined paper and taped the door says "Closed Memorial Day Weekend."  Who closes a place of business for 3 days??  I am livid...all I want is a freaking gyro please!!  I remember a few places up north that I researched and I decided to go and play discovering Arizona: Gyro Style.  I headed to where I thought a place would be and was let down.  I keep driving around aimlessly until I remember that I heard about a place real far north from one of my buddies and I said "screw it....lets do this!"  So I popped it into D, pushed my pretend nitro button, forgot Jaitz was in the car and sent him flying across the back seat, and peeled out to my next destination.  I wanted the Greek gods to know I was pissed.  And they knew it.  I proceed to drive WAY to far for any food (other than Chicago Connection pizza....I would walk 500 miles for that) and finally made it to Daphne's Greek Restaurant.  I knew the second I walked in this was going to be a mediocre place (sorry Gina).  It was pretty pricy for a weak sized gyro.  Don't get me wrong the thing was delicious but not the type of gyro that explodes because they've packed it so tight the only direction the meat can go is up--the kind that defies gravity.  So I ate my dinner at an empty parking lot with my pooch, drank my frosty beverage and headed home to finish the night with a lame red box movie (Doubt totally sucks just to let the three of you who are reading this know).

I still did not get my gyro fix.  I can't stop the maddness!!!  On Saturday, Zac and I decided to hit up a matinee. I knew there was a gyro place by the theaters so I made the suggestion that we should eat there for lunch.  We stopped at Walgreens to return the stupe movie and so I could buy some reduced priced treats for the movie, and headed down to Tempe.  I definitely had more faith in this Greek stop.  Upon entering the gyro shop I felt as if I were home.  The walls were painted in that blue Greek paint that screams smurf turf.  It was not the decor that made me feel as though I were home but the spiket of lamb meat the size of Andre the Giant's thigh that stared me in the face as I was prepared to order.  Plus I could tell the chef was one of my long lost relatives....adopted of course.  We order our gyros and wait with anticipation. Now I have found that the gyro can sometimes be made or broken with one ingredient.  The tzastiki sauce.  We proceed to get our gyros that are so big and so meaty that it looks like I have a large popcorn but instead of popcorn I have meat, and instead of a popcorn container, I have a pita somewhere under all that meat.  It is so freaking big that I can't fold my pita so I proceed to eat it like a watermelon or corn on the cob.  The most brilliant thing about this gyro was that the tzastiski sauce came out in it's own container like some sort of condiment.  This means I get to put as much as I want on this thing.  I could just drink this stuff so I am PUMPED.  I proceed to douse my gyro with this little bottle of heaven and then I ate as fast as I could.  I did this for two reasons. One, we were in a hurry to make the movie, and two I have to trick my mind into thinking I'm not full.  The faster I eat the less time my stomach has to respond.  Let's just say I was paining for the REST of the afternoon.  But man it hurt so good.

The bad thing-during the movie I was constantly burping and not realizing it.  Zac was getting SO angry at me because I guess they stunk to high heck.  He was so riled up that he even compared these uncontrollable burps to Jaitz farts.  A little below the belt.  Besides they couldn't have been as bad as Kristie's broccoli burps.  Oh I wanted to punch her every time she ate broccoli.  I felt sick after that one but man I will do it again....just not for a while.  I have enjoyed being Greek and I have learned a lot.  About gyros, not much else.  I think I am going to go back to just being an adopted Serbian even though I can't stand Sarma.  Why is it always about food with me?

Good Days

This picture made me laugh so hard after it was taken that I had no words.  At least at the time.  Since then words have come to me.  When Zac's mom and brother were here in Arizona we decided to try a Cornish Pasty (pronounced Pahstee as much as I would like to say Paistey--like John Stockton is the Pasty Gangsta)  Anyhoo, if you have not had the pleasure to eat a Cornish Pasty it is as follows:  Take a hot pocket and inject steroids into it.  One fellow describes them as a Sunday dinner hot pocket.  It is a plethora of goodness shoved into a pocket of dough and then baked to perfection.  Legend has it that these pasty's were made for iron miners.  Since they would be in a mine all day the miner wives would make these pasty's with meat and such on one side and a dessert on the other side and then they would label the sides so no accidental dessert got eaten first.  Since they didn't have the luxury of utensils besides pick axes, they used their mitts to eat them.  So there you go. AHHHH PEACHES!!

My life has been real good lately.  I am off the blasted boot and I have begun to swim again so I don't just stay indoors and make pictures out of the wall texture anymore.  I start up coaching the summer session in a few weeks and I am real excited for that!  We are going to Ohio in a couple weeks to see Baba (Zac's grandma) and we are pumped to play bingo and check out the senior center.  Today I hung out with Michelle and her kids pretty much all day and it was a BLAST.  They came over in the morning with a friend and we went swimming in our pool.  We played monster, hold your breath underwater, and a quick game of tag.  Then we polished off a handful of grilled cheese sandwiches and juice.  Then Michelle and I raced to see who could get ready the fastest (I gave her a 20 minute head start because she had to drop a kid off and then get ready herself....plus she has three kids).  I don't know HOW but she totally beat me so then I went and picked her up and we went to Costco.  Man, going places with friends is so much more fun even when you are an "adult".  So we weaved around Costco, had some Saturday Samples, biffed it into a rug, and solved some of the worlds problems to boot.  We then went to her pad and made homemade spins which ROCKED my face off. (a spin is ice cream and pop--I like coke/pepsi--and you mix it up and then drink it.  I use to get them all the time at RoAnns in Emmett)  After the spin we played some football with her son and I watched as she painted her daughters toe nails...all the while giggling like we were 16 again.  It was a definite summer's day that turned out to be so wonderful--especially because yesterday, today looked to be pretty bleak.  Not so.

What the Roller Derby?

Before I begin this epic post it is known that credit must be given.  I enjoy following the Club Trillion blog you see on the right side of my page.  It is awesome and worth the read if you are bored at work, like to giggle, or have ever rode the pine in any sport you have played.  So credit goes to Mark 'the Shark' Titus for getting me, Zac, Zac's brother Jake, and Zac's mom to a roller derby bout.  He blogged about his experience about a roller derby bout in Tuscon, AZ and I loved it so much that A- It got me and the above mentioned to go to a bout in Phoenix and B-I must blog my roller derby experience. (If you want to read 'the Sharks' experience, go to his blog and look for the post entitled High Rollers.....you will not be disappointed.)

After reading the Sharks post I had an image of what roller derby was and what to expect.  We do things a little different here in Phoenix so it was a very different experience than the Sharks....still wonderful though.  As we were driving to the bout-I always think of Quiddich for some reason when I hear the word bout...that or some sort of disease-we rolled up to the fair grounds in Phoenix.  First thoughts "awesome, and why didn't I wear my WWE smack down shirt."  We got there right about the start time and there was a HUGE line waiting to get in.  We proceeded to wait in line for 15-20 minutes and I immediatley think "this is definitely the place to be".  The bout was located in the Colosseum which use to be home to the Phoenix Suns so yeah, pretty big arena.  Upon entry into the arena, I flashbacked to my childhood.

Remember skate world?  That is what I first thought of when seeing a bunch of women roller skating in a circle to music.  I flashed back to the wonderful venue that was skate world.  What is better than skating in a circle to such hits as Bell Biv Devoe's Poison or my favorite C+C Music Factory's Everybody Dance Now? Not much I tell you.  And then when that slow song busted out and you had to have a partner, and being a girl would either book it for the snack bar, or in my case, I would skate with Jake Williams because we were friends and we didn't want to look stupid....we would never hold hands though...never.  Then it would get real crazy and they would switch directions on us and we'd have to skate the other direction!  Slow down now!  The hardest transition was switching from roller skates to roller blades. That is a whole different discussion/blog post so I will save it.  Just know that when you have been roller blading and go back to roller skating, the stopper in the front is a BEAST and you will fall!

So there we go into the venue and pick out some sweet seats.  I am pondering on skate world as I watch these skaters and what I thought was a bunch of portly women skating in a circle to some nice jams, lethally and quite suddenly turned into a bunch of portly and angry women locker checking each other to the ground.  AWESOME!  It took a little while to figure out what the crap was going on and if there was any order to what we were watching.  The answer is yes, there is order, rules, and intense competition.  Quite possibly one of the most entertaining sporting events I have ever been to.

Let me paint you a visual with my words.  There were four teams bouting which are namely Runnaway Brides vs. Bombshells and Coffin Draggers vs Schoolyard Scrappers.  I now know why Hot Topic stays in business....and I now know what the workers at Hot Topic do in their spare time besides going to the Warped Tour.  Especially team members on the Coffin Draggers.  I don't think I have seen that much fish net stocking in my life.

The point of roller derby is as follows:  Each team has a 'jammer' that has to skate around everybody else without getting destroyed and if you make it around everybody else 'the blockers' your team gets a point.  Most points win.  I was pumped because there was a PA with music playing and I was sure we were going to get a huge dose of 80's butt rock.  I knew we were at least going to get Guns and Roses-Welcome to the Jungle judging by everyones attire in the grand stands.  Sad to say some sort of band like the Killer's were playing upon entry.  Nothing against the Killers and Mr. Bright Eyes, but during a sport where women get ear holed??  Nah.  Give me Thunderstruck!!!  As the bout went on the music slowly progressed, then digressed, then was mediocre, then sucked, then was good again because we were in my car.  Definite highlights were Flogging Molly and sad to say The Darkness 'I Believe in a Thing called Love' (mostly because I can just see me and Holly singing that ridiculous song at the top of our lungs).

I was rooting for the Coffin Draggers while Zac and Jake preferred the Schoolyard Scrappers.  It was a close bout until the very end when the SS basically took over and punished the CD.  Zac and Jake's favorite was  Mizz Nashty.  Zac had binoculars and could see her face up close and said she meant business and did not take any crap from anyone.  During the last jam, Mizz Nashty was put in the 'penalty box' (which was a folding chair in the middle of the circle) and she took off her helmet and chucked it and then proceeded to leave the box and hunt down one of the opposing team members.  Now these girls do fight.  A few fights I saw consisted of girl fists doing the mash potato on another's helmet (not real effective if I may say so).  There were two however (Mizz Nashty from SS) and I think it was Katie Kills from CD, that punched like men.....UFC men for that matter.  Katie Kills was ALWAYS in the penalty area because she would punch anyone any chance she could.  After sacrificing her body and hurling it at their ankles (sometime canckles), she would reign down fist of fury on their face and neck.  The refs were real good about breaking up fights so she had to punch real fast before they ripped her off.  She got so mad that she body checked the folding chair when she was put in the penalty area.  

I don't understand why at events like this they have DJ's or whatever they are called talking during the whole thing over the blaring music.  There were two dudes and one chick that had the most horrific accent (we couldn't quite place it but I would say it was a combo of someone who can't say their R's with a Long Island/Aussie accent.)  Really annoying.  Another interesting thing I noticed were the numbers of these players.  I am a sports fan and I do enjoy playing sports.  Now I think a normal sports number would be 4 or 33 (soccer and basketball).  These girls had numbers like 856-41 and 251.  I came to the conclusion that they decided to use their prison numbers because they were accustomed to that.

At the end of the night we strolled leisurely back to the car with a "I can't believe we just did that" look on our faces and a think bubble that would say "RAD" above all of our heads.  Zac said he thought I would be a good roller derby player but I think he is crazy.  I don't like getting punched in the face for one thing, and if I did knock someone down I would feel bad and go help them up.  If I were a roller derbyer my name would be Canckles Beware and my signature move would be to open field tackle you and then bite your canckles.  Yes I have thought about it.  So thus begs my question....if you were a roller derbyer what would your name and signature move be??  

I hope you have enjoyed this as much as me.

Gives you an idea of the awesomeness.  And yes they get rocked on hard smooth concrete-none of that composite crap.

Beauty!

Just take a good look at this beauty.  This is my Sophie and I couldn't resist posting this picture because c'mon....look at her!!!!  She is my niece and we had a good time reconnecting while I was in B-town.  She is obsessed with Jaitz (although she calls him Juke) and screeches with delight when I bring him to Idaho.  She has learned how to say Arizona (kind of) and she is constantly asking Stephanie where Inee (eyeknee) went and responds just as quick with Arrzona.  I am Inee.  Not sure how Kristen turned into Inee.  She also calls me Idee (Eyedee) Chi Chi and Jew.  I personally liked Jew.  

Steph and I were out and about running some errands and Sophie started getting wound up!  Now when this happens we have only limited time before she crashes hard.  We were probably 2 minutes from home when I looked in the back seat and she was cross eyed and her head was bobbing up and down.  My job was to scream at her and keep her awake until we got her home or she would NEVER take her nap.  I was full on high pitched screeching at her as she drunkedly smiled and then shut her eyes.  I was seriously yelling at her but no dice. She was OUT!  Of course when I went to carry her to her room she popped awake.  Just like her mom--she doesn't want to miss out on any fun!

My boys...well really girls.

For some reason me and my best friends call each other boy friends but pronounced boyfrens.  I think it is because we act more like the male species than the female when we are around each other.  Every month we have our ling ling night (which consists of us getting together and eating a lot of food).  Since I have moved away, ling ling night has still gone on but obviously not been as fun, wholesome, or...I'll stick with wholesome.  So on Thursday we had our ling ling night which holds me over until I see my boys all together again.  Somehow I weaseled my way into this group of friends and I am not quite sure how I did but I thank the heavens I didn't get voted out.  The 5 of them-excluding me-were all real good friends in high school and I came into the picture in college (even though we all went to the same high school....I was just in the lame 01' class).  

So with a six pack of Dr. Pepper and two large Chicago Connection pizza's with tomatoes on the side, we ventured to Holly's house to ling.  The highlights of the night include but are not limited to: Bagock, Heather gagging twice (once with the rotten strawberry, second after biting my hair), Barbara Walters impressions, dibble dups...they always make an appearance and I am not sure why, looking at the pictures we just took....Heather's priceless face

(I am sorry Hep, it was too bloody good) We were in silent giggles for a good 5 seconds on this picture.  Also, slow claps and breaking, facebook stalking, southern accents with lisps, Holly dancing, and much more.  The most fun part is just being together as a bunch of friends that just get each other.  I love you guys more than Heather hates Martha Stewart.  And that is saying something.  The one bummer of the night was not having our Kristie with us.  She is also an outcast like me and lives in Colorado.  I sure do love that chester.

I love pictures by the hearth.

Beautiful Bentlee and her mom-and also a self portrait gone wrong.  We couldn't stop laughing about my creepy eye.

Tender cheek touch.

I know Lester that I am copying you but you're just gonna have to deal.  This is Kristen.  I think it is appropriate because we kinda look alike and I have heard act alike.  People get us confused and sometimes think that Zac and I got divorced because they see this Kristen with her boyfriend (her true boyfriend, not us boyfrens) at the store.  We have recently (I would say in the past two years) become I would consider really good friends and I am so glad because she is one of my favorites.  She can make me laugh at the drop of a dime.

Oh sweet Chelsea how I love you so.  Chelsea is a super role model for me and I admire her so much.  She has the sweetest little family and the love for them is written all over her.  I say a lot that I hope I am a mom like Chelsea.  Plus she is a babe.  I am so glad we have become closer over the years Chep.

Heather is one of the most genuine friends I have eEEEever had.  We have had a crap load of fun over the years.  Heather is one of the wittiest (I almost put whitest on accident) people in the world and I always laugh when we talk or even text for that matter.  I love how you luge.

Holly is the one that just plain gets me.  She is more dear to me than deer jerky thats for sure.  We have done some of the most fun/crazy/best stuff ever!  I miss Holly a lot and I am trying to get her over her fear of flying so she will come visit me and we can joust, and play tennis in skirts, and then drink 6 amps.  When this is all over I think we should get an apartment together. 

And how could I ever leave out my Kristie-even though she wasn't at this last ling.  Kristie is the reason I am friends with the above mentioned five beauties.  She is the one that reached out to me when I was in such dire need of good friends.  I love this picture because it defines us.  Getting ready to go boating, camera, back pack of food, extra towels, I am sure rubberbands for her braces, and that look in our eyes that tells you we probably got 3 hours of sleep the night before.  I love Kristie and her hippie ways.  

Thus ends my blog about my best friends.  I love them so much and I miss them dearly.  I am glad we all blog (minus Kristie....I think she just barley got a cell phone right?) and I love that we leave such idiotic comments for each other.  Makes my day!