The ending

In the seventh grade Mrs. Stone made us do book reports. I never had a problem with this because of course I loved to read.  For one of the book reports I chose to read the first Harry Potter book (I think that since then they have banned them from school libraries,which I don't agree with).  I instantly fell in love with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.  The first book that I owned of the series was one that my bubby bought me.  After that, I made a point to own every single one of them.  There is a slight chance that I have read each book ten times, maybe more.  I cried when I read the last book, because I could not come to turnes with the series ending.  So yesterday as I sat in theater waiting for the last preview to end, I assumed I would cry.

But I forgot that Josh was sitting right beside me.  He had a million quesions, one being "does he die?" He asked me if Harry dies since the first time we watched a Harry Potter movie together.  I always answer, "Just watch." He finally got his answer, and no I am not saying what happens just in case someone has not seen it yet.  But it is still bittersweet that our favorite series has come to end. BUT we are going to Harry Potter World next year and I am freakin pumped!!!

On another note, yesterday I went swimming with Lindsey and her two beautiful children.  I am pretty sure that it is impossible not to fall in love with Greenleigh and Skyler, but there was one person who completely surprised me when he said that he thought they were pretty cool: Josh. Which in Josh terms it means that he loves them. After he saw them yesterday, he turned and looked at me "Hey did you see those kids? They are pretty awesome! We need kids like that."
Ummmm, did Josh just get baby fever?

Come together right now over me

Last night, as a stayed up late things to my freaking jaw hurting, I watched The Great Debt Debate. And I have a few things to say about that.  No I am not about to tell you to side with one party or another nor am I going to tell you to call your representative. 

Frankly I am annoyed.  I am sorry but do you (plural) mind getting of your high horses for all of ten minutes and make a COMPROMISE!  At this point I don’t care who is right or who is wrong, but someone (at this point anyone will do) needs to become a leader and get things done.  In six days, if someone does not agree then guess what? Yea our government shuts down.  That means millions of people will go without getting paid.  BUT the people who are refusing to compromise, they people WE elected, still get paid.  Does that seem fair? No I don’t think so.

Do you know what this reminds me of: divorced parents. When I was planning my senior trip to Mexico, my parents got into a huge argument over it.  My mom said it was fine for me to go with just my friend.  Daddy said that we needed supervision.  It took them weeks to finally agree. But before they agreed I was stuck in limbo.  I feel like both sides sitting on the Hill are refusing to make compromises, and at this point the American people are stuck in limbo.

Sigh.  I just needed to vent on this for a few minutes.  It really annoys that we are suppose to be the greatest county on Earth and yet we seem unable to agree on anything.  At this point all I believe that we can do is to pray to God for help and answers.


I will try my hardest to make this my last politcal blog.

Wedding planning!!!

Dress-check
Church-check
Save the Dates-Check
Honeymoon-an almost check

This past week was full of getting things done..THANK GOD! Monday Josh, Lisa, and I went to First Methodist Church to check things out.  We agreed that it was the best church us. 
Wednesday I planned on going to Prado's in Chattanooga to get the dress that I thought I was in love with...however, they were closed.  My mom was convinced this was a "sign" and her and my aunt Amy dragged me to Kennesaw.  Once there, they dragged me into David's Bridal.  I had a bad experience at the one in Chattanooga, so I was dreading this trip.  As soon as I walked, I ran to a dress on display, and told the saleswoman that I HAD to try it on.  Of course that is the one that I bought. 
Yesterday Amy, Ashley, and Jordan helped me assemble my Save the Dates.  I have no idea what I would do without them.  I learned that I am less bridezilla when I am with them.  They make me laugh when things go wrong.
I plan on booking the honeymoon tomorrow.  I finally found a hotel that we like and is at a reasonable price. Of all the wedding planning, this is my favorite.  I cannot wait to get of Murray County for a couple of days.  To bad that I have to wait another year.

Guess what?

Yep yep! I bought my dress! It is nothing like anything I pictured, but I feel so small in it! I always think my shoulders look huge, but this dress made me feel so confident. I cannot wait for y'all to see it! We also booked the church, First Methodist of Chatsworth.

I feel like everything is finally falling into place and I could not be any happier!

Exciting things

An approximately an hour and half I will be heading to First Methodist of Chatsworth to attempt to book the Church for the wedding.  I really, REALLY hope that we like because at this point I don't even care.
Also, today at five I receive my GACE scores.  I am kinda happy that I don't get to see them till after we see the church, because if I failed both of them it would put in an awful mood.  I have a million and one emotions running through my body, so please be with me and pray I do not lose my temper at any point today, especially at the church, because they would probably ban me from there.

I would give the world for this next year to FLY by!

HELP!

I am a planner.  I take the time to look into things before I make in purchase and I plan that purchase down to every little detail.

Now I had found a really nice hotel room in Orlando for our honeymoon.  If I booked it in a year in advance they would only charge me $87 a night.  It was right across from Sea World and Discovery Cove.  Today I check on it to make sure it is still that price.  Guess what? Apparently they are no longer doing that deal.  It is now $207 a night. That is a HUGE difference. 

So if any of you have been to Orlando and know of a place to stay that is not $207 a night please let me know.

The Adventures of Josh and Sherika -Take 2

So the other night my wonderful baseball player and I were watching a movie, Crush On You.  It is kinda like You Got Mail.  But anyways, in the movie a guy and a girl (who the movie is focused on) ask a serious of questions to each other, like what is your favoirte movie, food, and music.  Now I know a lot about Josh, but not everything. So I turned and said:
"Hey what is your favorite movie?"
"I don't have one."
"Everyone has one"
"Not me."
"Okay if you were dying and had one last movie to watch what would it be?"
"Well I'm not dying.  Oh my God are you planning on killing me?"
"Yes Josh.  Dang you caught me. I just don't know it."
"Well I know yours."
"Really, what is it?"
"The Notebook."
"That is not even in my top 5."
"Well what is it?"
"Sleeping Beauty."
Sounding alarmed"Since when!"
"Um since I was three."

Apparently we don't know everything about each other, but I plan on spending the rest of my life learning everything I can about him.

The world revolves around me!

Okay no it doesn't but it got your attention..right?  Anyways...Drama Drama Drama.  I hate when it happens and it seems to be happening a lot lately.  I think this one might slightly be my fault, so if it is or if I have offended anyone sorry.  I was upset earlier and had a really good status to follow it.  My cousin wrote back to me: "Sherika I am not sure what is going on - but I have found to not sweat the little things. People that act this way take up energy so stay away from them and take whatever they say with a grain of salt. What is most important is that the people that count in your life know the truth."  This really goes with the saying at the top of my page.  But apparently I have not been listening to my own advice...sad how that works sometimes.  I wear my heart on my sleeves and it is pretty pathetic at times.  When I was in middle school I had my emotions really well, but one day learned that all it was doing as hurting me.  So I opened my heart to a lot of people, the first person was Josh.  To this day he is one of the few people that I can completely open up to.  This is one of the reasons why I fell in love with him.

But even though it is healthy to share your emotions, I still need to learn to not swear the small stuff, BUT when enough is enough I need to learn to stand up for myself.  Sigh.  There is a good chance I may never do that, but who knows, people can change...right?

I was brought up in a small town in North Georgia

So my cousin Eli made me a copy of his Brantley Gilbert CD...guess who is my new favorite cousin?  So I thought I would give you a list of my favorite Brantley Gilbert songs, ones that Jason Aldean has not touched..yet.

1. Best of Me-became my theme song a couple of years ago.
2. Dirt Road Anthem-Yes Jason Aldean did one version, but Brantley Gilbert has a version where he raps the the last verse..which hits home to me.  You should really look it up.
3. G.R.I.T.S.-um yea if you are a southern girl you can't help but dance to this.
4. Saving Amy- I can't help but shed a tear for the girl in this song. I literally get cold chills every time I hear it. I don't know if it is my fear of losing Josh or what, but I can almost feel her pain.
5. My Kind of Crazy-already included the reasoning behind this on a previous blog
6. Them Boys-yep this is how we are all going to be when we grow old and watch our kids make every mistake we did. 

If you walk me down the middle of my momma's churhc

After Lindsey introduced me to "Walk Me Down the Middle" by The Band Perry, I have searched and SEARCHED for their CD.  I usulally don't buy CDs unless I am really in love with a group or song.  But once I heard "Walk Me Down the Middle,"  I knew that this band would become my favorite.  First, I love their sound.  It reminds me more of Blue Grass or older Trisha Yearwood and Faith Hill songs, which I love.  Second, they have those songs that speak right to your heart. What girl doesn't love a song that can speak for her? Isn't this why we love T. Swift so much?  So now I am going to give you my top 5 favorite songs on their CD (there is only 11 songs on the CD)

1. Why yes it is "Walk Me Down the Middle."  I think this one can speak for itself.
2. "If I Die Young."  It gives you something to think about.  Plus her voice is beautiful in this song.
3. "Independence"  If any of you have counted down the days till you were leaving this sleepy little town, this song is for you.
4. "All Your Life" Isn't that what we all want? I guy to just love us his ENTIRE life?
5.  "Lasso" whirlwind romance your thing? Or that guy that you really want to change but can't...yep here you go.
Okay I have a number 6.  "Postcard from Paris" I can't put my finger on why I like this one.  It may be all of the similes and metaphors but I really like it.

If you haven't heard these songs, I highly advise you to do so.  It might just change your life (yep a little over dramatic).

Whoa, where half way there, whoa, living on a prayer

Josh and I have officially reached the half way mark.  We have been engaged for a year and on July 14th 2012 we will finally say "I do!"

I thought that I would dedicate this blog to telling my blog friends about the proposal.  It is an interesting story to say the least.

On Friday June 25th I received a phone call from my daddy.  Now my daddy and I have this relationship where we do not keep secrets from one another.
Me: Hey Daddy
Daddy: Hey Sissy! I just got of the phone with Josh.  Why are y'all coming up here?
Me: Daddy what are you talking about? We are cooking out at his house tonight.
Daddy: He just called and said he was coming to see...
Both: OH!!!
Daddy: I need to let you go, I have to prepare for this.

My dad had just let it slip to me that Josh was about to have that talk with him.  I was completely confused because I was convinced he was going to propose to me on Christmas.

So on July 8th we headed to the beach with my mom, bubby, Blake, Andrea, Bailey, and Nanny Shirley. 
The next night, Friday July 9th, Josh and I went to Margaritaville.  He had ribs, I had crab cakes.  After we ate I got really sick, so we had to go back to the room while I sipped on some Ginger Ale (I don't drink Sprite).

He finally convinced me to go to the beach to watch the sun set.  Now although I love the ocean, I HATE the sand.  It really annoys me, so I was confused on why he was forcing me to sit in the sand.  On our way out I tried to secretly pat him down to see if I could feel a ring box. I didn't.  As we sat on the beach, I say him start rubbing his hands and realized he was sweating.  He then got up on one knee....what happened next, neither one of us expected.

Josh: Will you..
Me: WAIT! Are you sure you want to do this? You know what lets just go back to the room. I mean we have like two years? What happened to Christmas? Oh MY GOD are people watching us?
Josh: I am trying to ask you to marry me (at this point he pulls the ring out)
Me: Oh no you drained your banking account! What were you thinking?
Then I did the worst thing possible I fell back in the sand laughing.  I just couldn't help myself.  I wasn't laughing at him, but I was laughing at me. Wasn't I suppose to cry?
Josh: Do I need to take a taxi back to Chatsworth?
Me: No baby! Of course I will marry you!

What made me decide that I wanted to marry him.  Well as soon as we got back together we KNEW we were getting married.  It was just a matter of time.  Then one night I was laying in me bed when I thought of something that  I wanted to tell Josh.  I reached across my bed as if I was going to wake him up, and of course realized he was at home in his bed.  I picked up the phone and called. I told him I wanted to marry him because when I woke up in the middle of the night I wanted to know that he was right beside me. Kind of corny isn't it?

So now I am letting y'all in on a secret.  I have been secretly writing our story. Several factors inspired me. One, in case you didn't know Coach Wildes' dad died.  His mom, Brenda Wildes, comes into the store to get her hair done.  She was telling me about her husband and she started crying.  She said that she had never told her children that specific story.  She then looked at me and told me to make sure I tell my children all about their parents' relationship. I couldn't figure out how to do this, until I seen Brandi's and Lindsey's blog.  So I secretly started writing.  Only Jordan has read it, but now I am sharing it with you:
God Bless the Broken Road

Now the first couple of years are hard for me to remember so they won't be as detailed.  I purposely attempted to block out those memories  Also I am no writer so DO NOT judge. If so just don't read it, lol, but seriously. 

Imitation is the BEST form of flattery

An hour and nine minutes. That is how long it takes to relive two years of my life.  Actually I only relived part of it. 

A girl from North Georgia got engaged, so I quickly grabbed my phone and called up one of my best friend and MOH, Ashley.  I must have caught her at an awkward time because she was kinda confused on what was going on.  We quickly talked about the girl's engagment (she lived next to us at North Georgia).  The then started reliving the good ole days of Donovan B300s.  Although I will soon move in with Josh, Ashley will always be the best roommate.  I can remember they day that I met her like it was yesterday.  I arrived at our dorm first, because I am early to everything.  When Ashley and her family walked in I stuck out my hand and said, "Hey, I am Sherika England, your roommate for the next year." Instead of shaking my hand she hugged me.  Now I am a touch-me-not, so it was kinda awkward.  But we quickly moved everything in and arranged our room.

I want to tell you the funniest story of our friendship.  Two months after we moved into our dorm room, I had to be rushed to the emergency room.  I told my parents that it was no big deal and not to come, but I was scared to death.  Ashley quickly put me in her car and rushed me to the hospital (which is the suckiest hospital ever!). So there we were, two girls that barely knew each other sitting in the hospital room one of us only half dressed, yep that was me.  To make matters worse the doctor pretty much over dosed me on medicine.  As the nurse, whose name was Rocky and I spent much the night debating on if he was gay or not because acted like it but he kept rubbing my leg, brought me another dosage of medicine, Ashley looked at him and said, "What is that? You don't understand children's Benadryl knocks her out!!!"  After I took the medicine I started dancing and singing to "Get Low." If you have never seen me on pain medicine then you are missing out! It is a sight or at least so I have been told.  After four hours the doctor finally told me that I had a cyst that ruptured.  Ashley took me back to our dorm and took care of me for the next week.

That is when she became my best friend. Next year when I get married Ash will be standing beside as my MOH, and she will be an amazing MOH.

Also if you are wondering about the title, no it is not about her.  But while on the phone we discussed a certain girl who seems to be copying my every move.  Ashley lives in Gainesville so if she notices it then isn't it kind of obvious?

Memory lane up in the headlights, got reminiscing on the good times.

This afternoon my fifteen year old cousin, Eli, asked if I could drive him to a party.  His mom and dad are still in Atlanta due to her back surgery, so I am his lifeline.  Of course I said yes. He then asked if we could take his truck so he can practice driving.  Once again I said yes.  So as I climbed into his truck, I made fun of him for having Browning and Mossy Oak stickers in his window, he just laughed.
Then a familiar voice belted through speakers...Colt Ford. I squealed like a little girl and asked if he had Brantley Gilbert. He through the CD in and turned to Dirt Road Anthem, the one where Brantley Gilbert raps the last verse.  Bless Him!

As the first notes of that all too familiar song play, my eyes instantly closed and I am taken back to the high school days. A smile crosses my face as remember my younger life.  For a moment I can almost smell the inside of that stuffy gym.  I can almost feel the heat of the summer sun at a baseball game.  I can almost see myself fighting my way down the science hall. I can remember the time I got food poisoning from the chicken, not my best memory.  But needless to say, that song takes me back to the good ole days.  My heart skips a beat as I remember meeting Josh.  My head turns as I remember all things that my parents would kill me for. 

Eli looked over at me, "Why do you love this song so much?"
"Dude you are going to a party, you just wait, this song will take you back to this moment."
"You do know that I am going to a swimming party at my pastor's house?"
Ah crap I just became a bad influence on my 15 year old cousin..hand to forehead.

As I drove his HUGE truck back home I thought about my home town.  I, like Lindsey, have a love/hate relationship with this town (actually is there anyone who doesn't?)  I remember my senior year when I was once again threatening to leave town and never come back. My dad said the following to me: "Honey you can run but you can't hide.  Your heart and soul are embedded in that red clay mud and you are country whether you want to admit it or not. That muddy water  runs through your viens." To me, that was laughable. 

Of course, when I pulled back into the driveway I realized that Eli was laughing because my vehichle, of course, had a hot pink browning sticker and a hot pink mossy oak sitcker. Sigh. What my daddy said was true.  At some point I became the one thing I said never would, the one thing my momma feared.  I became a country girl.  What can I do but my shrug my shoulders and go along with it?


Also my new favorite Brantley Gilbert song is "Them Boys" if you haven't heard it you should!

Cowboy Up

My mind has been full of so many thoughts here lately that I feel like my thoughts have decided to start yelling inside of my brain.  Once again, I find myself sitting in my bed attempting to do homework, but I can't because of everything on my mind.  So I thought that I would share it with my blog friends. 

Just in case you didn't know, shitty parents is a touchy subject for me.  I have not always had the best relationship with my dad, but we managed to work it out, and I am extremely thankful for that.  However, in my eyes, shitty parents or people who pretend they do not have kids are, in my eyes, the lowest people on this Earth.  Okay so people who kill their children are a little bit lower on the ladder, but they are clearly shitty parents.  But anyways...

I am come to realize how many people in this world are CHOOSING not to be good parents, which irritates me.  I HATE when people attempt to be parents to other people's children before they raise their own.  Seriously?  Why don't you focus on the kids who you helped bring into this world before attempting to become a parent to your new spouse's children.  Your children will one day resent you for this. Cowboy up and raise your own first.  It also annoys me when people try to be your parent when you ALREADY have two amazing parents.  I have experinced this personally and it annoyed me beyond belief, it also didn't help that I hated this person.
Also men/women who pretend as if they do not have children.  I don't  care if you provided the sperm or the egg, you BOTH helped to make that child and it is your responsibility to be a parent! I don't care if you were sixteen when the child was born, it is time for you to cowboy up and take ownership.  What really ticks me off is when a spouse knows that his/her wife/husband has a child and helps to cover it up.  Apparently you need to grow a set too.
My dad was a senior in high school when he found out he had a got a girl pregnant. He cowboyed up and took care of my sister and her mom.  Even when her mom moved her to the other side of the country, he made sure to always get her and my other sister Christmas and birthday presents.  When my parents got married, my mom made sure to treat all of us equally, but she never pretended to be their mom. My sisters decided when they were teenagers to stop having contact with my dad and I.  It broke his heart but once he again, since he thought it was what they wanted and needed he allowed it.  When he realized that our relationship was strained, he apologized to me and everything is better.  When my daddy married Rhonda, the first thing that she told him was "I have two kids and you have two kids.  You need to put your kids first and I will put my kids first." That is EXACTLY how a step-parent should respond!

So men and women cowboy up!
Okay Okay, I have one friend who is mom, and she is doing an amazing job so this is not directed towards her, nor the rest of yall because one, Tabitha your baby girl isn't here yet and I know you and Ed will be great parents, two, the rest of you don't have kids lol

This made me feel just a bit better.

This one is for you...

Today I sat in bed waiting for that infamous verdict to arrive.  In my mind, she was guilty, and if the jury was coming back that fast then of course they knew it too.  But apparently I, along with the rest of the United States, was wrong.  As I sit her in my bed attempting to study, the thoughts of that poor baby girl weighs on my mind, and I knew that I would never get any sleep until I spoke how I felt.  This is not a blog written from a mom's point of view, because clearly I am not a mom. However, I did lose one of cousins the first time their parents left me alone with them.  I had made Matt Matt and he thought he would run and hide from me.  Of course when I found him I was on the verge of beating him to death, but instead I grabbed him and cried..isn't this the response your are suppse to have?

Two things that many of you don't know about me: One, my original major was Political Science with a minor in Criminal Justice, ambitious I know.  What I wanted to do with my life was become a child advocate.  I knew that I would make little to no money, but the rewards were worth it.  I truly believed that I could be the voice of innocent children.  Two, while I was at North Georgia I worked for a domestic violence shelter.  While there, I helped sobbing mothers walk to the stand to tell how their husbands had abused her and children.  Mothers would do this knowing that when the went home, and their husbands learned of their wrong doings, they would pay the price.  But in their eyes it was worth it. If their children could get out of the horrible situation they would gladly lay down their OWN life.  I also talked with children about their home life, and would go home crying for what they had to experience.

So after these experiences, I am outraged at what the American Justice system decided today.  Clearly I don't know Ms. Anthony personally, but if the above mentioned mothers would do anything to get their children out of abusive situations, even if it meant they would die in the act, then how is that Ms. Anthony can sit there and pretend that she had nothing to do with her daughter's disappearance. Even if she did not kill her daughter, then why could she not have called and told the police that her daughter was missing!!! This is clearly what makes her look guilty.  This is what made the entire world deem her as a horrible mother. 

Being someone with a small legel background (okay almost non-existent, but while doing it I did it with my whole hear) it seems that one thing was forgotten...Caylee.  Apparently Casey forgot to be Caylee's mother.  Apparently her defense lawyers forgot to find out who really hurt Caylee.  Apparently the jury forgot that someone had to kill Caylee, and apparently they forgot that the only one person benefited from her being dead!

All I ask each and everyone of you...one don't forget little Caylee.  Remember when you see your kids or when you have kids.  Two don't give up on the justice system.  One day one of you will probably have to be a member of the jury, so if you do...fight for the victim.  Especially if for one moment, for one second you think the defendant is guilty.  That is the only way that the justice system can work.

And for those of you who wonder why I changed my major, well I couldn't leave the work at the office.  Each time I left those children I went home and thought about them.  I knew that it was not best for me at that time to attempt to defend them when I could not seperate my personal feelings from my work.   However, after this episode, I feel that maybe innocent children DO need someone who will defend them to the end.  Don't get me wrong, the Sate did an excellent job, they just picked the wrong jury.  So maybe one day, when I get everything settled I might find a way to help innocent children. 

It is the little things that matter most

Last night Josh and I had one of our moments, you know those moments as a couple when one of you does something beyond stupid and the other laughs their rear end off the rest of the night.  Of course Josh was the one who had the ridiculously stupid moment and I proceeded to laugh for the next thirty minutes. 

After I was over it, I sat and thought about how lucky I am.  I am often a complainer and I realized that I have few things to complain about.  I really do live a blessed life.  And it made me think about people who are miserable. 

There is this guy in my history classes who is probably the most miserable person in the entire world.  He is convinced that our government is communist and he does not believe in God.  Now I am an extremely open minded person and I let people believe what they want and I believe what I want to.  I never try to force my beliefs on people, we in live in America so to each his own.  I believe that there is only person who can judge you.  Also, I know that I am not a saint, nor will I ever pretend to be one. Back to this guy in my class, I feel so sorry for him.  He has consumed his life with negative feelings and spends his life trying to convince everyone that God isn't real.  He also thinks that teachers and nurses are the people destroying our country (really? I thought that nurses saved people and teachers taught the future leaders of America).  I finally looked at him, after him making a nasty comment to me about meantioning God in class, and said "Do you have anything in your life to live for? I mean is there anything that can make you happy?" And of course he had no answers.  It just goes to show that if you consume your life with negative thoughts and feelings you will life a miserable life....and I feel sorry for him.

After thinking about all of this, I realized that yes I do have an amazing life.  No it is not perfect. Josh and I fight, we eat left overs, we don't get to go party or out to eat every weekend, I would give anything for a bigger house or a new car, and I don't get to see Taylor Swift this weekend....but I do have something to live for.

If there is ever a time you find yourself feeling down, find a baby or toddler.  Sit with them and look at the world through their eyes.  Watch as baby looks at his/her mother as if she is most amazing person in the world, and you will see what love at first sight is.  Watch a little boy playing in a puddle of mud and you will discover that making messes can be a blast.  Listen to a little girl sing and you will discover that everyone can carry a tune.  Life is absolutely amazing through theirs eyes. 

I am pretty sure that if I don't get a teaching job I want to work with babies and toddlers.  I haven't figured what that will be, but I love kids (bet y'all didn't know that one) and would enjoy spending the day with them.  So maybe I will open my own daycare or work in the medical field with them.  I am sure I can figure something out.


And of course that guy in my class hates kids! No wonder he is so miserable!

Barefoot Blue Jean Night

After a crazy week (for a moment I thought the conspiracy theory was coming true), this weekend was much deserved.  Now my favorite time of the year is Summer! I love cook outs, ice cream, and good times with great friends! And that is exactly what this weekend was made of .   The Dovers threw their first cook out, and it made me wish we had a bigger house so we could have more friends over.  Me wanting to make sure our friends were entertained decided to buy this game set that consisted of washers, ladder ball, and bean bag toss.  I probably should have made sure it was easy to set-up because Jordan and I spent thirty minutes trying to put the games together, and yes there were parts left over, but it makes life a little more interesting. 

Jordan and Corey!

I kinda, sorta, maybe just a little love him!

After Corey and Josh whooped the girls at bean bag toss and laderball we decided it was time to meet up with the Bryans and the McEntires to watch the Chatsworth's fireworks.  Is it sad that I was more entertained in watching Skyler and Greenleigh than the fireworks?  If you haven't seen them then you are missing out.  They are two of the most beautiful children I have ever met and they are hilarious! (Lindsey you and Tyler have done an amazing jobs!) Even Josh thinks they are pretty amazing, and he is not known for being a baby person. 

After the fireworks were over, we went back to our house to have some ice cream (or at least I did) and play with sparklers (yea I am still a child at heart)!

Best Friends!

I would love to know why I look as if something has just blew my mind.

And of coure I had to have a picture with my baby girl!

So this weekend was pretty amazing, but I do have my war wounds. My entire body is covered in bug bites. In case you didn't know, I am allergic to mosiquitos.  Also as I was playing with Sophie she went to bite her toy, missed and ripped my thumb open.  Then as I was folding the table up, it pinched my arm so now I have nasty bruise.  I have got to be the most accident prone person in the world!