We are melting!!!!!!!!!!
I know I know. . .I live in Oklahoma in the middle of a wheatfield, but holy smokes it's hot!! And that's not all. We are supposed to reach 100 degrees today which is actually a record. Not for heat, but for the longest time span WITHOUT reaching 100!! :)

The melting started on Monday morning. I got up, dressed and make-up and remember thinking, man, it's rather balmy in here. At our house, the temp is normally 68-70 year round, so imagine my surprise when I checked the thermostat and it gave the house temperature at 74! I check email and there's an email from Chris that reads,"CALL ME!!" I knew that wasn't a good start so I immediately call. Chris says, "Kind of hot there??" Ya think smart butt?? Then he says, laughing, "Air conditioner went out." Me in all my dumbness, "What do you mean went out??" (I knew what he meant I just didn't know what he meant! LOL) So we talk and he shoots me the figure of $3000-$4000!!!! I'm sorry, but I don't carry that kind of cash on me and my personal banker was in the Bahamas with his mistress so my million dollar account in the Caymans was currently unavailable ;)

By the time Cale woke up and we got around, it was merely 10:15am and yet 78 in that house. By 4:00 it was a cozy 83!!! We packed up our stuff and camped out at mom and dad's. Chris got up and went to the house to change thiis morning and it was steady at 83. So we continue to hang at mom's and poor Cale keeps asking to go bye bye. He loves Oma's house, but he has his limits. So. . . at 2:30, with Cale silently down for his nap, I run to the house to get some clothes for working out. It was a scorching 88 in the house and after 5 minutes in that dead heat, I was already sweating!! So here I sit at mom's having done no work, no ebay and barely checking my email (I really hate laptops!!) in the nice cool air while Chris, Ernie and Chris (Ernie and the second Chris are the air conditioning guys) stand out in the 100 degree Oklahoma sun installing a new, effecient and "BIG" air conditioner. Supposedly it will "freeze the. . ." Nevermind ;)

What have we learned from this experience?? 1-Don't let your air conditioner go out without a backup plan. 2-Don't let your air conditioner go out during the hottest week of the year and 3-You can make it longer than 24 hours in the same home with your mom and not kill her. . .at least she's still alive as of this entry ;)

The confession
We did it to ourselves again. You'd think as adults we'd know when to put the forks down, but we're weak!! We ate at Red Rock again. . .remember "THE" dessert?? Yep, we left and ROLLED out of there asking ourselves "WHY????" LOL So we decided we needed to go look at shelf systems to house all the audio equipment once the big screen moves in. We figured that walking it off would be the best option. We hit Ultimate Electronics, Wal-Mart and Target. As we're slooooowly driving down the street we pass the bowling alley. Neither one of us has been there in years, but Chris thought it was funny to say, "Hey babe, let's bowl." I didn't find it quite as comical. Right next door is the skating rink. I grew up skating!! So I say, "I would love to take Cale skating." Chris replies, "It's all you babe." So I break into how much fun I had growing up and skating in Tulsa, but the rink here isn't the same as the one in Tulsa. Why you might think? I thought you'd never ask!!! The Tulsa rink has hardwood floors and that's pretty much unheard of nowadays.
Chris - "Is Cale old enough to skate?"
Me - "OH YEAH!!!! I started skating when I could walk!! I think he'd love it!"
Chris - "I'm Chris, I'm 27 years old and I cannot skate." *insert climactic music here* So for Cale's sake, it's just me babe. (not what you thought it was going to be huh?? LOL)

The street fight. . .yeah. . .that's what it's from
For those that know me very personally, you know how incredibly particular I am regarding Cale's appearance. For those that know me but don't know me like that, take my word, Cale doesn't go out dirty and if he's dirty then it's an act of God that I don't run him home to change.

So why is it that Oma thinks Cale NEEDS to be dirty?? Why is that the way a boy is supposed to be? My dad grew up without getting dirty all time. Granted, he has some issues with camping, mosquitos and properly wiping his hands off after eating ribs (if you haven't heard that one, ASK ME!!!), but he turned out just fine and is not exactly a lesser man. So I see no fault in keeping Cale nice and presentable. But oh, Oma thinks he'll be RUINED. . .RUINED I say!!

Oma allows Cale access to anything and everything therefore allowing him to end up filthy dirty. She also insists on no socks and shoes. This drives me INSANE! Every time he comes home from Oma's, his feet must be washed. I'm sorry, but I live in 2004, not back in 21 BC where feet washing was a common ritual.

Mom also has a "talent" (if you will) of becoming injured in some way, shape or form. When Cale is in her presence he too has a way of becoming injured (click here and look at Jan 4th's pic). In a matter of 2 hours he looks as if he's been abused!!

This happened today and lucky for mom I laughed about the comedy of errors. Mom and dad FINALLY put together their massive entertainment center (actually, Chris & dad put it together, but we're missing the point). Mom has an obsession with furniture moving. Cale decided to help! She moved cabinet after cabinet after armoire around and Cale decided it would be fun to play inside these empty cabinets. He got on the top shelf, bent himself in half and would yell, "OOOOOOOMMMMMMMAAAAAAAA" and then his own version of Boo (which cannot be translated into Calese at this time). During one phase of this peek-a-boo game, he slid off the shelf and WHACK into the floor. Lovely. He proceeds with this game and WHACK he does it again. Oma diverts his attention with his rocking chair. They proceed with Cale standing up, Oma sitting him down, Cale standing up, Oma sitting him down. . .catch the gist of the game?? Oma gets back to her chair in time to see Cale tumble over the side of the rocking chair, taking the pint sized rocker with him. That'll leave a mark.

But the getter of all getters is my mom and her habit of rocking. This used to make my sister motion sick!! Her chair has literally been repaired 5 times in the past 5 years (ask Chris, he's the poor sap that has to run it to the Roach Brothers). She's a rock-aholic. Well, since they moved furniture it now puts mom's rocking in a major pathway to the kitchen. Unfortunately, Cale's face met Oma's rocking path twice today. He gets so mad at her for that and his face is priceless in a I wanna cry snarl mixed with the how dare you glare!! Today when Cale got up from his nap, Chris went to see and exclaimed, "What in the world?!?" at which time I had to explain the bruise and cut across Cale's cheekbone. It seems that Oma and Odie's house is a breeding ground for injuries.

So when you see poor battered Cale walking down the street, you can just think, he's spent some quality time at Oma and Odie's (that gives tough love a whole new meaning). But for now we just tell people that our "giant" child was involved in a heated street fight in which he took victory. Yep. . .that sounds good.

It's a big day at my house!!
To keep you all up to date on my latest saga (when am I not associated with some type of drama!?!?), I had decided that enough was enough. I couldn't stand the torture and the dreams so I ok'd the third party to pass on my name and my email address to my birthmom. I received a response on Sunday afternoon. . .a response that I had wondered and pondered over.

Imagine her surprise when she gets an email that says, I've found your child. . .it's a girl!!! :) Imagine not knowing for 26 years. Needless to say, she's thrilled. She, too, went through the whirlwind of emotions. I'm so glad that I finally jumped. . .it's been so worth it. She's so nice!! (why am I surprised?? I'm nice as all get out!!) LOL And I've learned so much about her and her family and her past.

The eerie twilight zoney thing is how much we are alike!! We keep saying WOW!! The singing and computers and websites and cake decorating and sense of humor and the list continues to grow. I'm amazed at the thoughts that although I grew up hundreds of miles away from her, we are so much alike!! There have been serious emails and funny emails and picture swapping (yes! I've seen her!!!!!) and neither one of us dare go out of computer range!! LOL There's just so much to learn and so much to share (Ya know I love to talk about me!!).

Her family has been very supportive and they are so happy for her!! My family has become very supportive and curious!! I swear if my sister asks one more question I'm gonna smack her to next week!! LOL

So I'm glad I took that leap of faith. I'm not one that enjoys change or looks forward to the fork in the road, but this couldn't have turned out better. She's no serial killer (at least not yet!!) and if she wants money, well, I want some too!! LOL She's a great woman who committed a selfless act 26 years ago. An act that I will be eternally grateful for (as are my parents and sister). I'm so appreciative of this act. I know that it was the hardest thing she ever did, but now this is the reward!! :) I get to know the woman that knew me without knowing me. Here's a poem that I've held onto for awhile now. I found it one day and it so fits this moment.

Once there were two women who never knew each other.
One you do not remember, the other you call Mother.
Two different lives shaped to make you one.
One became your guiding star, the other became your sun.
The first one gave you life and the second taught you to live it.
The first gave you a need for love. The second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality. The other gave you a name.
One gave you a talent. The other gave you aim.
One gave you emotions. The other calmed your fears.
One never saw your beautiful face. The other dried your tears.
One sought for you a home that she could not provide.
The other prayed for a child and her hope was not denied.
And now you ask me through your tears
the age old question unanswered through the years.
Heredity or environment,
which are you a product of?
Neither, my darling. Neither,
just two kinds of love.

OK. . .stop crying now, go ahead and blow your nose, but I'll change the subject for you. Now to the other bit of news. There was pee peeing in the potty today by big boy Cale!! Mr. I Don't Speak said, "Momma, pee pee." I took him in there and he just sat there (as he had in the past) then 2 minutes later WOOO!! It scared him at first but I yelled and said, "NO!! Keep pee peeing!!" And he smiled and continued. Then we clapped our hands and stomped our feet and yelled, "YEAH CALE!!!" over and over. Then we washed our hands and RAAAAAANNNN to call Oma and Odie and Daddy. Cale proudly proclaimed to Odie, "ODIE!! Peepee Odie!" At which point Odie (grateful to be alone in his office) yelled "YEAH CALE!! Such a big boy!!"

Now, the thing with this is, will it continue?? Will that be it?? Cale loves praise so I'm going to silently hang on to the continuation of the interest in the potty. Keep your fingers, legs, toes, eyes and whatever else you can, crossed for luck. I never imagined he'd show an interest this early, but I'm going to take it and RUN!! :)

Can you see why it's been a big day?!?!? SO much changing and evolving and it's so exciting!! I'm just so happy!! :) Now I'll leave you be and go be happy by myself!! ;)

The fate of my future. . . .
I haven't written in awhile, or done much of anything for that matter, because of a deep pressing issue that haunts me in my sleep. I was contacted on Friday by a third party to find out if I was adopted. I told her yes, very vaguely, and gave no information. Bottom line. . .my birthmother is looking for me.

It hit me like a ton of bricks. First thing Friday morning, that's the email I get. I thought it was a hoax at first, but the woman had given the third party information that only she and I would know. I was not at all expecting it and had never even considered the idea that she would come looking for me. I'm still absorbing this information and ALL information I can get my hands on. I want my parents to have time to cope with this new situation also. It's been very hard for them and I'm not rushing.

We'd always talked about my interests in finding her, not vice versa. I'd never expressed an interest. . .I don't know why. Maybe it's for the exact reasons that I'm scared to persue this now. I'd always had a tiny bit of curiosity, but nothing to engage a search. We all thought that those little talks would prepare us for the future. We were wrong, nothing could have prepared us for the emotional rollercoaster that we have been on the last 5 days.

Chris and I talk about it sometimes, so do mom and I and even Carly. We wonder what she looks like, do her kids know about me, why is she looking for me now? We'd like to think that she's wanting to know that I'm alright. The answer to that is yes, I'm so wonderful!! I'd like to tell her thank you, thank you for providing me with a wonderful loving family. Thank you for providing me a life that is filled with opportunity, experiences and unconditional love.

But then the unknowns come into play and I don't want to tell her anything or find out anything. I'm scared of the unknowns and the what ifs. I don't like it. I get that freaky panicky feeling inside until I calm myself down and remind myself that, most likely, she won't hurt me :)

It's so weird to hear a story all of your life, then one day find out that the story is true. The thing that hit me hardest: she has a name. You're probably thinking, of course she has a name. But for 26 years of my life, she didn't have a name. She was always referred to as my biological mother. Now she's a "real" person, with a name, a home, a family, a job. She's the missing link to Cale's gorgeous crystal blue eyes. We'd always told people, "Well, my mother in law has blue eyes and I guess the other half comes from 'Piper's side'." Well, my birth mother to be exact. It's neat to have that little mystery solved.

So, what is the next step you ask?? The next step lies solely in my hands. I either decide to let her know who I am, or decide to leave it be for now. I'm torn. . .will I get the questions answered and face the unknowns or will I torture myself with the what ifs?? My decision has the possibility of a change reaction throughout my family and her family as well. *sigh* I guess that we'll all have to wait and see what turn my life takes now. Stay tuned.

WEEHAW!!!!!
Cyber friends. . .today is the day!! I am so excited I don't know what to do. I was sitting at lunch with Chris and all of a sudden threw my hands in the air saying, "I'm so excited!!!!!!!!" and then tried to calm myself down. It was like I KNEW today was the day!!

I got the email yesterday confirming the order of my computer and confirming that it shipped on Mon. It was coming up I-35 from TX so there was definite possibility that it could arrive. It was quiet nap time and the dogs wanted out. Out they go. . .then I hear the sliding of the UPS truck door. I JUMPED out of the chair and saw her deliver another package to the house across the street. You know that deep sinking feeling?? Yep, I got that and wanted to curse her. . .until. . .wait. . .there's a HUGE box up front too. . .here she comes. . .oh yeah baby, pick up that box!! YES!!!!!!!!! I met the poor woman on the sidewalk as I danced a jig. I signed and then fought to get that stupid 39lb box inside the door. Ooooooh heavy on that right hand!! I wrestled it in, jumped over it, the swimming stuff still in the floor, all of Cale's toys and took off running into the living room. This is when I decided it was time to call THE MAN!:) He did the leg work on my computer and knew how important it was for me. I call him totally out of breath (a lot of good working out is doing me! LOL) and said, YOU HAVE GOT TO COME HOME!!! NOW!!!!!!! He stopped in panic for a second and then I giggled and started chanting "It's here it's here it's here!!" He said, "I'll see you at 4" (4 is when he gets off work. . .that's no fun!!) So he got here and Cale had decided to wake up early so I am now going to finish cleaning up this room and hook up that new puppy to take her for a spin!! Hence the WEEHAW!!!!! :) Bye bye fruity ole' computer, hello new hotness!!!

Watch out eBay!!!
As I sat down at the computer tonight, I thought about how I needed to add another entry to my blog. I contemplated the things that have gone over in my head today: the immense radiating love for Cale, my disbelief in some of the things that Chris said, the old man sitting and eating lunch by himself after church, my mother sadly laying down in a hotel bed in Mobile, AL, my sister's slump, and even Skye and her mysterious illness this week. Then it hits me. . . the clutter at my feet, to my left, to my right, in the closet. . .it's my eBay pile!! *insert the eerie "duh duh DUH" here*

I am an eBay-aholic (among many things). I love to buy on eBay. But that rapidly changed last year when I started selling on ebay. HOLY MOLY!! Now every item I see I scan with my ebay eye ;) Chris and I finally got fed up with the clutter of our 3 closets (yes, we have 2 in our bedroom and one in the office that we confiscated to conceal our abundance of clothing). We took every item out of our walk-in and put it in piles and added to those piles by cleaning out the office closet today: Keep pile, Goodwill pile, Suited for Success pile, eBay pile & "It's burning my eyes!! Throw it out!!" pile.

*SIDENOTE* One of the shirts that was put in the later pile was the most awful piece of clothing I had ever seen. It was one that Chris wore to Tulsa the night he went up to party with his best friend. It was the first night he got really drunk and also the last. He ended up throwing up all over himself and everything else and swears that the shirt still smells of Crown Royal (I couldn't tell ya! I've never been around Crown Royal!!) It was purple and black and blue diamonds. . .NASTY!! I started laughing when he pulled it out of the closet and said, "Let me confirm, you went up there to meet girls right??" He nodded yes. "You thought you were going to get them in THAT shirt?!?!" He responded with, "Initially, but it didn't work real well and that's why I'm with you." (Gotta love him!! LOL)

Back to the cleaning of the closets. So Chris dropped of the 2 HUGE bags of Goodwill clothes, put the Suited for Success clothes in my car, threw out the HOLY MOLY clothes, the keep pile went back into 1 (yes ONE!!!) closet and now I stare at the piles and piles of ebay clothes and "stuff". I am absolutely amazed. Apparently I had nothing better to spend my money on in high school and college than clothing!! I was and still am a GAP-aholic, love their clothing (especially for my Lover!!) and I've got skirts, I've got shorts, I've got a pile of jeans!! I also went through a men's shirt phase. I've got at least 14 Polo and Hilfiger shirts to go on eBay. I did manage to keep 2 that I love dearly and couldn't get rid of, but Chris politely told me he married me, not a dude. LOL

Of course as I went through the clothing, every piece has a story! This was the dress I bought at that boutique on Laguna beach, with this dress and this dress and this sweater. This shirt I bought and LOVED but didn't have a hat to match, so on my way to class one day I stopped at Dillard's and bought the matching green/black hat. This shirt was a shirt that was never picked up at the cleaners. This skirt I bought in 9th grade!!!!! It looks brand new!! This shirt. . .I don't know where I got it but the tags are still on it! LOL Chris got quite the history lesson!!

So now my job is to organize it, put it in lots, and get ready to put it on ebay. They're never going to know what hit them!!! I'm amazed at the piles upon piles. . .it's sad and sickening really :) But someone had to keep GAP stock up, and someone had to make sure that Tommy and Ralph maintained their 1 million square foot homes right?? I was just doing my part to help the economy and fellow man. ;) Who am I kidding?? I love these clothes!!!!!!!!!!

The Hand Saga
Most of you that know me well, know what's been going on with my hand! :) For those that don't, here's a brief overview.

End of December, my fingers start to hurt (right hand. . .my dominate one!!). Within a week it's moved up my hand and into my wrist. I visit my primary and he puts me on anti-inflammatories saying, "You must have pulled a muscle." Three days later I'm in so much pain I refuse to use my hand. Chris gets me an appt with an orthopedic (sp??). He doesn't know what's wrong and puts me in a splint. I go back two weeks later, still in pain. He sends me to physical therapy and sees me two weeks later, still not better. The JERK sends me to an EMG at which point I bawl hysterically and kick the wall in pain, it comes back normal. He finally sends me to a hand specialist who takes the third set of x-rays and sends me for an MRI. March 8, 2004 ~ the results of the MRI show a torn ligament in my wrist along with a wider gap where the bones are moving apart. He puts me in a cast. I go through 8 weeks and 4 different colored casts (neon orange/pink/neon green/red WOOHOO!!)and get it taken off on May 12. I've been in another splint and back to physical therapy to try and regain strength and range of motion.

So the past week I have made some major improvement and I am so happy!! Just think about all the things you do with your dominate hand. . .I couldn't write and learned to with my left, I couldn't eat and learned to with my left, put make up on and I learned to with my left, type YIKES!!, turn the key on in my car, tie my shoes, pick up Cale, personal things. . .it has been quite an interesting 6 months. Chris didn't even realize how much I used that hand. I couldn't vaccum, open a jar, change a diaper! I'd invent ways of doing things, I refused to wear anything that buttoned or zipped. . .that makes dressing quite hard. I refused to go anywhere without help! When I'd open a jar, I would grimace. Now when Cale sees anyone going to "open" something he screws his face up because that's what Momma does! LOL

I have now successfully put make up on with my right hand!! Turned the car on!! YIPPEE!! I ate with my right hand the CORRECT way, not palm down!! These may seem like minor things. . .but for me they are hurdles a long time in the making. I don't have full strength back yet, or full range of motion, but I remember the first night I could get my right hand turned all the way over so I could cup water. I wanted to cry! And the first day I got to hug Cale and feel him with that right hand. . .holy moly I just wanted to hold him there forever!!

So next time you go to the bathroom ;), zip your pants or brush your hair, pay attention to your hands/arms and their movements. It's been a long 7 months but I'm almost there!!!!

And I have to thank Chris. He would often forget my limitations and ask me to do something undoable (pick up the humidifier, carry silverware, the coke bottle, my plate and the butter) but he helped me, most times without complaining ;) He was there to drug me when I was in pain (Thanks Bubba!! LOL) and changed most diapers, clothing, shoes (even my own), cut meat (his, Cale's AND mine) and took on the challenge of sitting with Cale during meals so I could "concentrate" on eating with my left hand. What a man. . .a man that now says, "While you're watching Cale, doing laundry, making lunch and working, "We" need to vaccum and dust and mop etc. I'll get right on that ;)

Also a big thanks to my mom, dad and sis. They would come over and help me clean and take care of Cale when they were available. They would take care of us during the weekend while Chris was working his second job and make sure we ate and rested. I don't know how I would have made it through without them! Mom & dad would even take us grocery shopping because they knew I refused to go :) (see the body wash post! LOL)

So a big thank you to everyone that helped me for the past 7 months! I appreciate the help, the support, the phone calls and the meat cutting! LOL

What to eat?
You'd think that with me weighing 700lbs and Chris proudly standing at 274 1/2lbs (oh, you have to put the half in there! It officially gets him below 275!! LOL) that we wouldn't have a problem deciding on what we will eat. Each and every meal, whether we go out (which we do often) or whether we eat at home, we have the same conversation.

Chris: Whaddya wanna do for breakfast/lunch/dinner? And don't say you don't care.

Me: I don't care. *insert snicker here*

Chris: *insert his annoyed sigh here* Well are you craving something?????

Me: EVERYTHING!! I'm starving!

Chris: So whaddya want?

Me: Pizza!!! *insert second snicker here*

Chris: *insert MAJORLY annoyed sigh here* Seriously. . . whaddya want?

Me: SERIOUSLY! I don't know, what do YOU want? Aren't YOU craving something?

Chris: Meat. (hello duh!! He's on the Atkins diet!!)

Me: *insert my annoyed sigh* Just pick something!

Chris: I just wish you'd tell me what you want!

Me: Every time I tell you what I want, it gets shot down so you might as well just make the decision and do it now!

Chris: ~~~~silence~~~~

Me: Why don't you just call me back when you decide ok????

Quite the loving couple huh?? ;) We used to have the strike out/suggest rule. One person suggests something/a place and if the other doesn't want to eat there/it, they are responsible for the next suggestion. It worked like a charm until 1. Cale was born 2. Chris started his diet! The funny thing is when we're around my parents they do the same thing, but worse. Dad always ends up spitting mad and does that "laugh". . .oooohhhhh I HATE that laugh! It's the, "I'm laughing in order to not rip your head clean off of your body leaving nothing but a blood dripping spine" laugh. Scary really.

So the moral of the story. . .don't ask me what I want to eat. I've spent one year and five months conforming my eating habits to that of my husband in order to to buy him the one and only worldly posession he desires with every fiber of his being - a big screen tv. And just in case anyone is counting (which no one is besides Bubba himself. . .maybe Joe. . .but that's just because Chris has brainwashed him) there are only 44 days until Chris will spend every last penny we have, deprive us of house, food, clothing and entertainment center, to buy the Mitsubishi 623 (or whatever model it is today). But I digress.

For the love of George, just pick something to eat and I'm bound to find something that will fill that void in the pit that I call a stomach.

Happy Birthday to ME!!!
Remember how I saidI love birthdays?? Well it's my birthday and I've tried to keep it VERY low key and not write it on my car LOL I am 26 today and Chris woke me up at midnight to say happy birthday (I think that's what he said, it was really mumbled and slurred) Chris took today off and we got to hang out. My sister not only sent me an email at the butt crack of dawn, but also left me a voicemail on my cell stating that if she had called the house phone I would have "killed" her :) Then my dad called to wish me a happy birthday and Chris' grandma played phone tag with me:) and my Gram called too. Mom called somewhere in there too. Chris and Cale and I then went and ate pizza. Why pizza?? Well, Chris' Atkin's diet doesn't work well with pizza and I don't get it very often. It was AWESOME!!! For dinner we went to the "southern" restaurant. . .where everything is fried!! The steak, chicken, okra, potato and even the corn :) Then remember the dessert I spoke of a couple of weeks ago? We went and picked it up and GORGED ourselves! Even Cale was so full he couldn't get out of the floor. Now that's what I call a great birthday!! :)

Before dinner, it started to rain and Chris screamed to get the video camera. Scared me to death, but I grabbed it and took off out front. There on the driveway stood Chris and Cale. . .in the rain!!! I don't know what happy pills Chris took, but he and Cale were running up and down the driveway just having a blast. Chris told me that it never rains a warm rain with no wind, thunder or lightening. He's right. . .usually we get tornado sirens accompanying the rain!LOL I took a ton of pics and you can see my two rain drenched boys playing in the rain. (I thought they looked like they lived in the projects but Chris just said it's what you do when you don't have a pool! LOL) The neighbors even came out to watch them play along with the roofers that were yelling things in Spanish! ;)

I received some very sweet cards and emails, including a very heartfelt confession from my mom. It's killing her that she's having to work and can't see me today. It's so great to know that she respects me as a daughter, friend, mother, sister and granddaughter. Dad put the same thing in his card. It's those types of warm fuzzies that keep you going when your child is screaming at the top of his lungs while you're trying to check out in a store and EVERYONE and their dog is staring :) I lucked out with parents and family. Chris and Cale rock my world too and what a great time we all had together!!

So I had a very happy birthday today and plan on enjoying it again next year.