Good times had by all. Had a great time up north. The food, as it always is when Mel cooks and Shane runs the grill, perfection. And plenty of it. The girls were, as Willa calls them, Superstars the whole day. Mel brought her new husband Patrick, and her daughter Hopi. A very beautiful young lady she has grown into. I still see the little hopi, so hard to imagine them getting older, along with me. Was great seeing Mel and her family. New hubby seems like an ok guy. I wish her the best in her happiness. The memu: bbq chicken, steaks, and ribs. Mels ribs. no more be said. and howled out WallaWalla sweet onion with a pat of butter and a bouloun cube in the center and set on the back of the grill till done. That is a really cool way to grill onions. Cut up after they are cooked. Salads: green, potato, pasta, that is Willa's area. Mel made her mac and cheese. Brings back childhood for me. And her Cuban rice. To die for. I did dessert. Chocolate with more Chocolate Cake. Zoe was so worried I was going to take the cake home. She kept checking to make sure the cake was staying. By the time we ate, which was about 8:15 it was getting time for the fireworks and we were all ready for a nap. The fireworks were all around us and on our street as well. It was a good show. I was glad I went. And Miley and Bubba did just fine. Hope all of you had as much fun at your celebration as I did.
Writting about ones self can be a humbling experience. What you might think of yourself is totally different then what others think of you. I feel I am a kind hearted person, a good neighbor, a loving mom, aunt friend and daughter. A person who would rather hang out at home with friends, then go out and party. I am someone who really enjoys and likes my job A lover of animals, and nature. I enjoy cooking, which is something that took me 20 years to figure out I really do like. Not much for the arts and craft thing but admire those that have the talent. Enjoy singing as long as I am in the shower with no one around to hear. I am single and don't mind that I am. Even though everyone else I know it seems to bother. When I die I want my ashes to be scattered in the ocean. Not only because I love the ocean, but I figure my fear of it should be over by then. If not, well it will be to late by then. So when someone ask you to write about yourself, stop and think, do you really give a damn what everyone else thinks of you, live your life your way. The only one who really knows all there is to know of you is God. And that should be the only one that matters.
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