Go Bobby! Go Bobby! Go Bobby! Go Bobby! If I remember right. Marcia used to sing that to Bobby when he was a wee babe. Also I think I remember chanting this on our way to Colorado to pick up my wonderful son! Ahhh sweet memories. Love you all very very much:)
OH, the memories of "take me out to the ball game". I miss those days of hot, sweaty, butt hurting on those steal bleachers, cheering til your throat hurts good old days..
Randi, My god are we old enough to have kids that age? Your mom gave me your blog last night and I had to get on today and start going through your archives. I took Maddie to the doctor the other day and she is 4'9" in the first grade! Email me and send me your phone number again. I hear you may be home in 5 months if we are lucky. I can't wait for you to live a little closer anyway, so that maybe we can go out soon. Love you, Mandy
I'm married to a fantastic man who drops by for a visit from time to time (no I'm not kidding). We have 6 amazing kids that keep me busier than any one woman should be. I have an inherent fear of boredom....so I do whatever possible to quell any possiblity of it's rising. That being said, I am also an insomniac...which means at times, even my best efforts are quashed. However, that is not to say that I don't try. I am...for all purpses rendered...a "fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants" kind of girl. Some think this an elaborate excuse to procrastinate, when in fact, it is simply my way of staying sane...and perhaps an occasional excuse to procrasinate. I am insanely loyal to my friends and would drop everything in a moments notice for them. I dig partying with a ton of people. The more the better. I'm told I have an insane gift for making people enjoy themselves. Am studing the possiblility of euphoric gasses released through my salivary glands. It's one of many theories I'm looking into. Along with the off chance that I may just simply exude good times all on my own...curious. I love to sing, and do it as often as possible. Been told I can carry a tune...I do try *eh hem*!
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Go Bobby! Go Bobby! Go Bobby! Go Bobby!
If I remember right. Marcia used to sing that to Bobby when he was a wee babe. Also I think I remember chanting this on our way to Colorado to pick up my wonderful son!
Ahhh sweet memories. Love you all very very much:)
OH, the memories of "take me out to the ball game". I miss those days of hot, sweaty, butt hurting on those steal bleachers, cheering til your throat hurts good old days..
Have fun and hit a homer for me.. Aunt Bo
Randi,
My god are we old enough to have kids that age? Your mom gave me your blog last night and I had to get on today and start going through your archives. I took Maddie to the doctor the other day and she is 4'9" in the first grade! Email me and send me your phone number again. I hear you may be home in 5 months if we are lucky. I can't wait for you to live a little closer anyway, so that maybe we can go out soon. Love you,
Mandy
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