10 long years without him...W.T.M.

I remember the feeling when Red called me to break the news, I was home in Quinton playing with the kids. She told me to sit down...& then that he was gone. I immediately thought of my friend, half of me...who had been gone for so long, for unknown reasons & none of it mattered. I didn't know how to get to her...or where to find her.

I remembered thinking...about who he was to me...more importantly to them. To his face, they were Mr. & Mrs. Moyer. They were the respectable & responsible parents. Not Kath & Bar...the crazy parents who would let you stay up all night as long as you helped with the weekend chores. Not Jody, the one you turned to for a great meal & some good old fashioned "Moming."

They adulted before it was an actual thing. And I remember sobbing...then laughing. It was like Bill, Joan (I always called them that NOT to their faces...because I'm a rebel)& I were meant to be sworn enemies...hahaha. I was everything they wanted Margie not to be...but they never treated me any differently. They accepted my wildness and sarcasm. They laughed at me being a total maniac with sweet little Sammi. They allowed me to trample all over the front lawn turning cartwheels. They let me steal their baby & keep her at my house more often than they probably wanted. They knew she would be returned in one piece...smelling like cigarette smoke & trouble.

What they didn't know, was how much I admired them. How much I told myself one day...I would find a Bill & be his Joan. They weren't mushy or touchy-feely...but you could feel their love. You could see the pride they had in their girls. Their smiles at each other when they talked about how long they had known one another. The peace that was in 413 Griscom Drive was a REAL thing. I wanted my kids to know that stability & comfort. I wanted to find someone to watch cheesy t.v. with me...someone who could get excited about Walker Texas Ranger. Someone who loved WHS sports like this man! Who would rescue his kid  & her jackass friend from New Brunswick when they had lied and said they were up the street...& didn't kick serious ass upon seeing that they were safe. For my entire life, I'll remember how calm he was when he got to us. My dad would have MF'd us into tomorrow...not Bill. He hugged us both, said get in the car & he was good- not a word. In my attempt at breaking the ice, I started to ramble on...he looked at me & said, "Not now, Anne." As calm as could be...that one moment taught me- hold your tongue. It was so astounding to a teenager. Just think before you say something - contemplate the ramifications.

I also thought of the day he met my Brandon- at a WHS football game of course. It was an away game & I saw him across the stands- wearing one of the girls' WHS sports jackets. Always smiling, there cheering on the Herd. We were there to watch Kelly cheer, he was there to be a fan. I didn't think he'd see me, or approach me. When he did, he said he had to...because he saw  "this little person" & he patted him on his head. He was one of the few people to this day who has said..."He looks just like you!" I asked about M & asked him to please give her my love- I wrote my # on a program & asked him to have her call me. He said he would, like he had done every time I called while we were apart. I knew he really had. He was an honest man. A great man.

I remember the day we stood in line to pay our respects, I'd seen her a few times- we were building our friendship back. I remember her seeing me, & me sobbing. (shocking I know) She was strong & firm when she consoled me- he's no longer suffering she said. She hugged me, said I didn't have to come. While I appreciated the fact that she knows what an emotional basket case I am...only M would console people at a moment like this. I remember the following day, when I caught her eye in that sweet church in Skippack. She was shocked...there was no place else I would be. She was still immeasurably strong, a trait I have not picked up in all these years.

I sit here...10 years later- still sad, still a cry baby- but, hoping you see us. You leaving...made me refuse to leave. Those 2 days changed me, I wouldn't let her push me away ever again. She hasn't tried, knock wood. I hope you & my dad hang out on Saturdays in the fall cheering on the Herd. I hope you see that I will protect her, and love her, and be her person for as long as I'm breathing. I thank you for raising such an insanely generous person. I love her.

Thank you for showing us both what is necessary to help your person get through the loss of their Dad. I couldn't have done that without her. Here we are...2 members of a club we hate & want no parts of...but, I feel like we're crushing the damn thing. It doesn't get easier, we just get stronger. But, 10 years...that sucks the air out of a girl. You've gotten a lot of company over this decade, I hope today they hug you- not that one armed, I'm mad at you hug you gave Margie & I on the roadside in New Brunswick- a real, big...WHS just won the championship hug. They're from us! You are missed, Mr. Moyer.

xoxo- The Troublemaker

well...

i haven't done this in years & i'm fairly certain this will go unnoticed...so i love it!!

i am a train wreck, i admit it freely! it's been 94 days since you left & it hurts more every single day. i want you to know i loved you more than i ever said. i respected you more than i ever showed you. i am so proud to be your daughter...you have no idea. & that's what hurts the most...the things i never said. you were fine...you were 56 & taking care of yourself...people don't die at 56, my dad doesn't die at 56. i want you here, i want to hug you, i want to see the blue of your eyes, i want to laugh at you, i want to yell at you...how did you leave? how do i change it? how do i be me again without you??? i love you, daddy...i love you with all that i am...i want a hug!

my first blog as a 34 year old! LOL!!

i completely know it's been ages...i've left you all hanging (not that i think you wait patiently for me to write...but i just haven't) & i have no excuse other than to say...life has been so much fun i haven't found the time to put it out here.

let me start with..the boobies are good...thank you all for thinking about me & my boobs (lol) & for praying. i could honestly & sincerely feel the love! i took a half day the day i got the great news...picked up the biggest bottle of champagne i could find & went to dawn's to celebrate & swim with our champagne flutes...it was an amazing day. i called B crying hysterically & he truly thought something terrible had happened...i was just so insanely relieved i could barely breathe!

heatho had her ultrasound...i'm getting a nephew! i can hardly wait, i LOVE a new baby so very much! and i can't wait to meet the new debunk!

b's grandmother passed away on 7/13...& it made me realize what beautiful friends & family i have. the love & support we got was incredible. i am so grateful...she was the grandmom i never had. i know she is at peace & whole again. for that, i am also thankful.

i had my 34th birthday...lol...it was perfect! although i just realized i'm always going to be exactly 30 years older than tia's little guy, drew. we share a birthday!! his party was a heck of a lot more fun for the kids than mine was! but, i had chocolate cake & the peeps i love with me...it doesn't get any better than that!

we had kev & dawn's bbq blowout already...UNREAL! what a super fun day that was!! i think i might still be stuffed from all the great food...that girl can throw a damn party! i think she should be a party planner!

it's been a summer of fun...i've laughed so hard i've cried more times than i can even remember & nothing makes me happier!

brandon is getting one of his front teeth in...FINALLY...watching that kid try to gnaw the corn off a cob might be one of the greatest things i've witnessed in a while! it's like watching an 80 year old man! he gets it done though...& don't insult him by asking him if he'd like you to cut the corn off the cob...i guess it ruins the fun for him!

kate has taken to "snacking" in the middle of the nite...she was distraught over the fact that she couldn't open an ENORMOUS bag of bbq chips last nite around 10 p.m.- yes, she still goes to bed at 8...she just wanted a snack so she climbed into the pantry on a rocking chair...she's quite the daredevil! today, b moved all of the snacks to an unreachable shelf when he got home...i don't care if she eats at any hour...i'm a psycho over her choking to death on snacks in bed...i know...i'm paranoid! so we had the "if you're hungry, come wake mommy or daddy up" talk tonite...midnite should be fun soon i'm guessing...LOL!!!

it's been business as usual over here at the club...warm weather, bbq marathons, zach coming over with beer to chill, entire saturdays spent with aunt moosh, fridays with the crowdings, bran & pop pop fishing all day, swim days at daycare for kate, b working his ass off all day & coming home to work some more!

we're all really great...really busy...but great! i love you...thanks for stopping by...i'll be a more faithful blogger...i've missed it!

Samantha Moyer...

graduates from West Deptford High School tonight...I remember those days...playing with Margie's sweet nice...who called her M at the time. This little sweet faced baby...who would chase Fudge around the yard & parade around the house in her Disney princess dresses. I remember her love of Walker Texas Ranger. I remember the smell of her sweet baby hair & the love that her Mommy had in her eyes when watching this little angel play. I remember with great vividness...the way Margie would argue with this little girl...who owned the hearts of every Moyer in that house on Griscom Drive.

Back then, you just knew that this little smart girl would become a beautiful & brilliant woman...& she has. Samantha, you are a source of enormous pride to your entire family & all of their friends... it's plain to see why. I am so proud of you & your many accomplishments...I can't believe how quickly you changed from this tiny little girl into this incredible woman. You epitomize all of the greatness I associate with the Moyer Family...hold your head high as you move forward into a future I can't wait to watch! I love you!!!

xoxoxo

so...

today was the first official day of summer vacation for Brandon...& it couldn't have been sweeter! He had breakfast in bed...ok, it consisted of Pop Tarts and Gatorade...but it was his ideal breakfast!!! He was so happy!

It reminded me of those days...which got me thinking about the past 15 years...I found myself compelled to go to the cemetery on Saturday...when we got there...it had been exactly 14 years to the day that Aurelia Kates had passed away. When I tell you from the time I awoke that I HAD to go there...I mean it...Margie...being a sweetie...wanted to go visit Bruce Connell for Father's Day while we were there- so we did...& we found Gregg while we were there too...it was unreal.

I can't believe in a few short days it will really be 15 years since we said goodbye to those lazy summer days, those care-free nights, the comfortable smells & sounds of Woodbury Jr. Sr. High School, and times when the pressures of life were so minimal. What to wear was a big decision back then...now, I'm stressing over knowing that a boy I've known since I was 9 years old & have loved just as long; as one of my family members...is a world away from me...& will be facing danger every day for a year. This is so heavy on my heart...I'm praying for him & ask you all to do the same. Keep him safe & let him feel the love that is in our hearts...let him know he is in our thoughts and that his safety is more important than anything. I told him as I hugged him that last time (JUST UNTIL HE COMES HOME AGAIN IN A YEAR!!!) to remember Jenny's words & don't be afraid to Run, Forrest, Run!

He truly is a gentle soul...he has this tough guy exterior...but he's this very sweet, lovey boy. He has been an incredible friend to me & my family, forever. He is all fighter, SINCERELY. He was the "little boy" when we were kids...the other boys were always bigger...but there were NONE tougher; this, I find great comfort in. I know if there's a man out there that can fight this war (that I can't even believe is still going on) it can be Jimmy & he will do it with all of his heart & soul & a strength that will amaze you. I am so proud of him, I have been so outspoken against this war...now that there is a dear friend of mine going there...I can't do that; because he is a man I believe in & support completely...I can only hope that it ends quickly & peacefully for those we love and their brothers in combat. I support Jimmy in everything he will ever do. I am blessed to know & love you, James Robert Monaghan...come home safely & quickly...with lots of great heroic tales to tell.

The welcome home party will be something that you've never imagined...I can guarantee you all that! I will be counting down the days until you are back in good old Woodbury- you are my hero, you are my children's hero! I know we can sleep safely with you protecting us...I pray that you have that same sense of protection, my dear sweet friend. Sleep well...knowing you are being prayed for completely & daily. You inspire me. I am proud of you & the incredible man my very first friend from Woodbury has become.

The little boy in the underoos, with the million G. I. Joe men, who seemed to be a ninja for Halloween for our entire youth, who was there when my baby sister came home from the hospital...who would spend summer nights with me, my big sister, your little brother & a flashlight- hollering across the alley until all hours of the night...he's a boy I remember quite fondly...but the man he has become...he's better than Superfly Snooka any day! :) I love you, baby!!! See you real soon!!!!

tests...

I'll be blogging before then...but June 4th at 10:00 a.m I'm having my mammogram & ultrasound...I thought I had a few more years before this torture...I'll be sure to share all the gruesome details!

Then it's off to Dr. Pilla...my boob guy!

apparently i've been remiss with where i'm from...

I am from magical cd mixes, reading liner notes & noticing faces on cd's, appreciating musicianship.
I am from being called names and finding a person who knows me.
I am from picking on you & laughing at you because you know I don't mean it.
I am from Spiegelworld, apricot ale, baseball games.
I am from cheesesteak face, Elvis towels, and stealing sheets.
I am from TRAC tickets, Chic-fil-a, and sharing my entire life story.
I am from days at the park with our kids, the pretzel people, and honest laughter.
I am from Cabo.
I am from the place you can go when you need a hand to hold or a shoulder to cry on.
I am a friend for the rest of your life...I am the girl you can count on always, I am blessed to have you.

silence isn't always golden...

so I preface this with an apology to those it makes uncomfortable...I'm trying not to be an alarmist...I've tried to follow my own advice & remain calm until you have a reason to actually freak the hell out...but this is MY blog...so here goes...

Last night I found a lump in my breast. I am sorry it's so blunt but I've been saying it for hours...almost 24 of them to be exact. I had a pain...the kids & I were playing & I think I had a flip flop thrown at me...it hurt. I got in bed later & said out loud..."My boob hurts!" (all class here folks, I know!!) So I went to see if it was bruised...I pulled down my tank top & THERE IT WAS, I felt it with the side of my finger, a lump...A LUMP...I grabbed Barry's hand & said," Feel this...WHAT IS THIS???" & he giggled like the little boy he is...lol...then I watched him get uncomfortable right in front of me...& he just said, "Call a doctor, I'm not a doctor." I kept asking him if it was a lump & he just held me & told me to relax.

When I mentioned it to Heath, she gave me statistics...thanks for always geeking me into laughter! But, I know what can happen...I buried Aurelia Kates 14 years ago...I don't care about the math...I want to see my children get married...!!! Am I a lunatic for freaking out before I know anything?? YES & I'm rational enough to know that...but, I'm still freaking out.


So, I called the idiot doctor & will see them tomorrow...the boys at work can't get over the fact that a man gets paid to grab boobies all day...I tried explaining that it's really not that glamorous of a job...that they're immune at this point...but, they don't buy it!!!!!!!!!

So...I'm not trying to scare you...but please...say a prayer if you read this before then...I could use a little strength & some peace & maybe some sleep...I'm just a chicken right now...& I need a little love...so I'm asking quite nicely...please let me be ok!!!! I can't not be ok...I've got really great boobs...I'd hate to think they're turning on me.

Where I'm from...

I AM FROM

I am from B-10 Hillside Manor Apartments, "Arnie, get me a beer.", a mole, the smell of Old Spice & fuzzy sweaters, green wooden letters on a wall.

I am from a big sister with Sarah Beth, monkey bars, the zipper, worrying about her while she watches E.T. first.

I am from a million addresses, a real Dad, a mom who finally followed years of - "My children come before any man!"

I am from the Little Girls, the attic, whispering on the phone in the closet.

I am from Woodbury & I'm so proud to say so!

I am from the Steeler's field, the back of the bus, winning championships & pizza parties courtesy of Bruce Connell!

I am from pom poms, perfectly polished saddle shoes, half time dances, tryouts, & walking to practices in the summer.

I am from decorating houses, football fields & Delaware Street, drinking wine coolers & creme de minthe in Kristen's bedroom closet.

I am from Fall Parades, yellow skirts & cartwheels in them, megaphones, Homecoming Dances, Proms, & feeling like I ruled the world.

I am from art class with Marge Sebest & Lance Butler, being inspired by lust to read any book assigned senior year because a brilliant man suggested it.

I am from the burning bed, Pepsi & Doritoes, stogin' around the pot, Avalon nights & hitchiking.

I am from Stone Harbor, skyline golf, Brian's breakfasts & suntan oil.

I am from girls who turn pink in the heat of the sun yet remain the Goddess of Summer!

I am from falling in love with my eternity in March of 1993.

I am from a beautiful Italian grandfather who loved me completely, but was faulty in that love to his own daughter.

I am from a family of strong women who have been taught by the matriarch to be the boss of their own lives.

I am from the Colonial Diner, Nippers...Thursday nights & Frank Annunziato, Neena's, underage drinking, the grocery getter, Sam's Club with Kath & Margie.

I am from a bad road trip & being ignored by Mr. Moyer all the way home.

I am from a phone book on the floor, my best girls & a long wait together.

I am from waking up to a woman who understood me & loved me & made me coffee as she told me she loved me no matter what.

I am from Solid Gold, Red Down Below & hearing nothing but bass, parties with his FIANCEE?, feeling ok, because she was by my side.

I am from road trips to follow bands, having a permanent alibi, being the permanent alibi for all cigarette smells.

I am from the Saturn, The Garden House, Tower Tavern, White Trash Wednesday, The Pennant, being too snobby to go to the barn, the best nights of my life.

I am from true friends, sad St. Patty's days, being left with just one of my soul mates.

I am from missing half of me but never stopping life with my other half.

I am from concerts, contests, stalking, the route, and the mind blowing VCI.

I am from "Steve, can I have his number?", I'll never be able to thank you both enough, the best gift I've ever been given.

I am from a surprise that changed my universe, can we name it Elvis, or Presley?, the smell of Burger King as I was starving, PUSH, the first sound from the man who would bless my world in a way I've never known, BATMAN.

I am from champagne & tears over a teddy bear & diamonds.

I am from sleepovers the night before the "I DO's" are said.

I am from becoming friends with the girls that shared my insane parents with me, loving them more completely than I ever thought possible.

I am from the house in the woods, Saturday night dates, hoagies from Remster's.

From the Halloween Parade, warm October birthdays, waiting for the one to ask the question.

I am from a Ford Taurus, a perfectly imperfect proposal, the day I dreamt of as a little girl...only better.

I am from sending an email & holding my breath.

I am from getting my other half back & still loving the half that stayed the course.

I am from a pregnancy test then a car accident in 24 hours, the perfect pink palace, the girl I was meant to love.

I am from hearing the worst news in my life from a man I swore would never hurt me, & knowing he couldn't help it this one time, feeling my heart fall out of my chest, wanting to help a woman I couldn't reach, knowing life would never be the same.

From trusting my heart to heal the wounds that it held, to letting my girls love me through long, hard times.

I am from taking the first step, making people love me, working my magic, getting what I want.

I am from being there to let you know I loved your father too.

I am from the new house, Mickleton again, Club Thompson, being minutes from those I love.

I am from flirting mercilessly; still coming home to the one perfect man, and being loved just the same.

From Tyler & Trevor in their very first hours, Junie May the Third becoming a beautiful, brilliant woman, feeding cats & having cooking lessons while some are in class.

I am from painting a house, birthdays on the living room floor, making a house a home.

I am from knowing children are my meaning of life & loving the knowledge that I picked my perfect mate in creating them.

I am from SUPER BOWL CHAMPIONS!!!, finding the meaning of life on my way to a Phillies game, knowing that the things I take for granted are some girls hopes & dreams.

I am from wanting to grow older with the girls I cherish, fearing the loss of our parents, hoping for a few more weddings.

From anticipating my sister's reaction to the greatest gift in the world, from the joy I feel in all birthdays, from looking forward to more reasons to celebrate just being.

I am from LOVE.

the cable guy

was here...smelled yummy....hooked my laptop up & dropped the digits while he was here...lol! back to nightly blogs & myspacing at all hours!!!!! did ya miss me???????

M is home from vacation, we had a perfect Thursday nite dinner & I think B & I are going to Bottos tomorrow nite! Looks like it's gonna be a great weekend my loves!!!!!!

my sister Heather...she wrote hers...I'll be doing mine later!

I absolutely loved this...it's so her life...in a NUT shell...LOL!!!!!!! 9/10ths of this is me too...so she sent it to me & I cried...this was our youth!!!

I Am From

(An exercise in identity crisis)

I am From

I am from the gas stove, from reading with a flashlight under the covers and early mornings.

I am from the Big Girls and the Little Girls, big old cars, and a cat named for Elvis.

From the old blue house, the smell of cookies baking, and the sound of pages turning.

I am from long summer days, the fireworks, nights on a blanket in the side yard under the stars.

I am from the roller skates with metal wheels, the summer breeze and swatting green head flies.

I am from soda bread and chubby cheeks, from long fingers, big feet, and Irish ancestry.

I am from the passionately liberal and the tender-hearted,

From the because I am your mother, that’s why

I am from the big round table, the Mummers Parade, and Christmas with family.

I am from small neighborhoods, field hockey practice, and friends who are sisters.

I am from the West End, games of car tag, and sneaking a beer on the tracks or in the middle of the field.

From love picnics, and pie crust that Deb made, from long conversations and the statute of limitations.

I am from the crunching leaves, the fall parade, and long nights decorating Delaware Street before a playoff game.

I am from the BOE room and pasting the White and Gold together using a ruler and a glue stick.

From band competitions and funny faces made from the across the choir room.

I am from lazy Sunday mornings, the Villanova Flu, and the all women's school.

I'm from JFK in the elevator and the girls who can buy their own drink.

From the East Coast, Boat House Row, and frat party loafers.

I am from Sr. Catherine Cunningham, cheater church, campus tours, and frozen drinks blended in the bathroom.

I am from Bell Lake, a hazy cloud, and orange vests.

I am from The Firm, and panzarotti while the acrobat on the motorcycle flies over head.

I am from Neena's the night before Thanksgiving, drinks at Nipper's and from breakfast at the Colonial.

Post Script: More recently…

I am from showering friends with gifts as they grow in new directions.

I am from new spouses that become Old Friends

From birthday parties with babies, then toddlers, and now kids that can read!!!

I am from the cat lady, then wedding plans and spread sheets, and finally carving pumpkins and freaking out about clear shoes.

I am from the NEW Old House, the porch swing, and the back 40.

From the doctor's office, cycle monitoring, injections and visits galore!

Dawnie...

has a new blog...check it out!!! Aunt Kelly has a new dog...meet Daphne...the kids ADORED her!!!

Happy Mother's Day...

to all of my favorite Mommies...& a very special Happy Mother's Day to my big sister...in 6 beautiful months I'll have either a niece or a nephew who is lucky enough to have her & Kurt as parents! I am so very excited for you both...it's the most incredible thing you'll ever do!!!

CONGRATULATIONS...we love you so much & can't wait to meet Debunk!!!

i keep

meaning to blog...but then I get caught up in life!!!

So much has been going on...Moosh & I attended our first Phillies game together...(with Brent & Kristen), I FOUND OUT AN INCREDIBLE SECRET THAT I CAN'T WAIT TO SHARE WITH YOU ALL!!!! (just a little while longer & i can share) ,we had a great party nite at Crowding's house for Josh's birthday! The following nite at the Swedes for Zach's 25th birthday celebration, Dezi asked me if I'd be a bridesmaid in her wedding...what an honor...even though I swore she was just asking me because she was feeling VERY GOOD! She wasn't & in fact, I'm feeling quite lucky to stand up for 2 people we love so much!

Brandon is just getting over PNEUMONIA...don't get me started on those doctors...we took him in 3 times before they finally figured out what was wrong with my poor sweet baby!!!

This past week- I had a stress reducing Friday nite over at Tia & Kevin's house...what a way to end a completely treacherous week!!! Sunday we went to a baby shower for Stevie & JoAnn Rodgers...what a great time & I can't wait to meet little Ava!

Miss Kate is getting so big & she's really turning into quite the social butterfly...she amazes me to no end. She's such a little ham!! She wants another girls day- I took her for her first manicure...she LOVED IT!!!

Brandon is looking forward to June...LOL...7 & already anticipating the beauty of SUMMER VACATION! I can't believe he's going into 2nd grade!!

Speaking of vacation...Barry leaves for Vegas on Thursday...FOR WORK...I'm hoping he hits it big while he's there...I'm going to miss him so much! Let's see how well I do on my own...Brandon is looking forward to pancakes for dinner! He knows me so well! :)

It's been a long & bumpy kinda month...one I'm actually glad to see end- I never really got a moment to myself it feels like...warm weather will bring lots of time for me, M & the kids to spend our Saturday afternoons in the park...we did manage to do that once this month...& we went to the Funplex on a rainy Saturday (of course now they're hoping for rain every Saturday...LOL!)

I'm so looking forward to summer...& to fun stories I can share with you all!!! Hope you're doing well...we love you all!!

Oh...how about I've got a hot date on Sunday...meeting Deneen for brunch...I'm VERY, VERY excited! I'll tell you all about it...I'm really looking forward to it...it's been almost 15 years- I LOVE CATCHING UP!

xoxoxo- nesta

toothless...

that last one KILLS me...it's so stinking funny...that was taken on Sunday...the 2 before it are from Monday, when his other front tooth fell out! Now he's got no front teeth!

He couldn't eat a Cadbury egg last nite which had him all bummed...he just couldn't bite into it...has no front teeth & couldn't jam it far enough into the side of his mouth to get a good bite out of it...it was one of the funniest things I've seen in ages. This little man trying to jam a big old Cadbury egg into his mouth to get some!

Now we've got Katie running around trying to convince us her teeth are loose too so the tooth fairy can come visit her! Kids sure are something!

Grandmom & Grandpop Thompson are BOTH HOME from the hospital!! It's been a pretty great week for the Thompson family! Tonight is our weekly dinner date w/ Aunt Mooshie & tomorrow is Crowding nite...Saturday, breakfast w/ Aunt Mooshie, nails for the 2 of us & then breakfast for me & Red on Sunday...I'm stuffed at the thought of all this yummy food already!

I hope you're all having a great week!

Kel, we love you! You'll see...the single life at your age isn't really a bad thing! You deserve only the very best, ALWAYS! Be strong & believe in yourself as much as we always have!! & remember...Coco Chanel said it best..."A girl should be two things: classy & fabulous!"