...And They Lived Happily Ever After!

 

The following is the reason, Fairy tales end, at the Prince and Princess, riding off into the sunset, all bat shit crazy in love. You dont see what happens when SHIT gets REALZ!

I despise couples who are all, I married  my bestfriend, we are so in love. Tell it how it is, so REAL people, can realize what love is really like! It's bloody, it's crazy, it's pure insanity....with bits and pieces of passion, and romance. People can lower their expectations and see, TRUE LOVE ISN'T PERFECT!

Tomorrow is "Our" anniversary. 26 years! Ive been married longer, then I haven't. God, he is such an asshole, but i love him. oh my God....why does he push my buttons so?

 Love is no Fairy Tale, so all of you who are in this pretend notion, that marriage is wonderful and you don't have what i have...imagine loving someone so intently,  two seconds later, you're wanting to smash their face in. Then you want to leave so bad, but you don't want to be without that person, for a minute!

 Marriage takes work, sometimes sports get in the way, or kids, or careers, or my shiny droid that beckons me, with grown up chitter...chatter, by people who give me their full attention. People who i don't have to screw with and say, " Today I was raped by martians, who have stolen all our young, even the dog and I want that dog back! Get me the dog back, baby!!" Then he says, "Thats nice, im glad you had a great day! ** Eye Roll

We have been through some pretty, ugly shit! We lost loved ones, very, very tragically. We lost a child. Buildings burnt, wrong choices made, kids didn't turn out as perfect as we planned. They fight, they break everything we own, and they're messy!!

We grew into adults, that had a whole set of dreams, different then what we had as young adults. His dreams came true,and mine have been held back, because he got his. I have had my dream career dangled in front of me, more then once. At the moment it is happening...NOW!! If I take it, I have to relocate and leave him here, and some of my children. Which means I leave True Stinking Love and my babies. Life is sometimes a BITCH!! While he gets to go to work, and feel all Donald Trump, in his new cushy office, and not include me in his business life. I sit at home like a pampered little pink poodle. Trying to behave myself, as im told what to do, and how to do it.

Resentments grew and this year has sucked! We made it!! We mother flipping made it! He has always stood behind me, I like to think it was because he believed in me, but maybe he just did, because if I don't get my way, I'm a whiny bitch! Ive been a whiny, bitch most of the year. Which pretty much says, he hasn't been giving in, a lot this year. He has barely budged on anything.

 Marriage wasn't what i thought it would be, there is not happiness every minute. He rarely says romantic things... but I'm not a romantic type of chic. What I like is when he leans in and whispers something totally, retarded and off the wall to me! Now that is HOT! If the man didn't have, a stupid, funny sense of humor, he wouldn't of won the heart of this chic.

We aren't perfect, but we are perfect together. We are stupid, we love coffee houses, and love to relax in them, but we hate coffee, with a passion! We constantly play jokes on each other, my jokes are better, but that's how it is. When the day is over, and the world is quiet, besides dogs shaking their heads at 3am, and thumping the ground, with cats howling like they are in heat, hauling all the dirty clothes up the stairs, outside our bedroom door, and his obsessive snoring... I am glad he is the one I am cuddling next too! We dont have the perfect life, but I sure the hell LOVE it...when im not whiny and bitchy!

When She Was a Green Bean With No Eyes!

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Tonight was a great night to chillax in the hot tub. I tried to be quiet about it, so no one would take away " me time". There was a slight breeze and the stars were out. I had a cold drink on the side and the water felt amazing. Ahhh.... the life.

 It kind of went a little different then that. Why? You ask. Because that's how life goes. Savannah caught me sneaking out, she wanted to get in with me. The time she took to get her swimsuit on... i cherished.

 I decided to try to relax even though she was in with me. First of all... she talks too much! That is and understatement. She gets in and i tell her she cant talk, or she will have to get out. She agrees to the terms.

So i am chilaxing on the bench seat, it has jets on your neck, back and legs. It is amazing. Ahhh, the life.

All of a sudden i here a big splash and my child is coming out of the water like Jason in the movie Friday the 13th, but she has goggles on. Jason didn't. I dont think. She lets out this shrill scream. I ask her, " Kid, what is wrong with you?"

She goes on to explain she had to wear goggles that aren't hers and water got in them. Waaaa!

I call her a whiny baby and explain to her she spent 9 months under water and she survived.

 She asked when that was. I said when you were in my tummy. You liked the water in your eyes so much, i didnt think you were ever coming out.

She said that part of the time she spent in my belly, she didnt have eyes and she looked like a green bean. So, of course the water didn't bother her then.

This is the whole reason i had children. The entertainment value.

Summer Vacation Day One!

Today started the beginning of summer vacation. It cant get much worse then today, can it? I planned on sleeping in, but around 8:01 I heard a scream from Savannah's room, " Get out of my room!" Then it begins. I couldn't even get a bath this morning, without the cat staring at me. The curtain of reality falls. Since I haven't blogged since February, I'm going to start off slow. I will do a quick recap, on the highlight of my painful reality.

Zach, 15: I took him driving, which is scary in itself. We were having a conversation, while he was driving, that went a bit like this. Me: So how long have you and your girlfriend been seeing each other? Zach: 5 months. Me: That's serious, huh? Zach: SEX!!! Me: What??? Zach: When you see a yellow car, you are suppose to scream sex. Me: *heart skips a few beats* Thank God! Then we get home, i see one of my tall, blue spa candles sitting on the table. They weren't cheap and they smell great. They were mainly for decoration. Me: Zach what is this doing down here? Zach: I cant lie, i used it to wax my "something" on my skateboard. I pick the candle up, the whole side of it is scraped off. Zach: That adds to the candle, i like it better this way. Me: I sigh, i have no fight left. (00)

Savannah,8: I would like to make you a picture. Me: That's sweet of you. Savannah: Would you like it to be a pink, orange, purple, or a blue flower. Savannah: Pick two. Me: How about Pink and Orange? Savannah: My pink and orange markers are dried up, how about blue and purple. Me: Sigh... "/

Molly,12: Lets just say, we went to the mall, beside us was a thirty year oldish man, in an orange car. Molly smiled, waved and flirted. The guy kept looking at us laughing. Long story short, we met up with the man in Target. It was kind of embarrassing. Conversation of the day, that was ignorant. Me: If you don't fight with anyone for a week, i will let you get your hair highlighted. Molly: Who will do it? Me: How about the chick, that Zach likes so much? Molly: I don't like her son, he is a jerk! Me: Geeze!! Do you think he will be there, while she works? Molly: .... There was more conversation, but I've blocked it out. Defense mechanism.

Noah: He was quiet today. Which was a good break.

Boobs on Fire !!!

This blog is set to the song by journey, because that is what i was singing when part of the incident played out. go ahead to the bottom of the page and click the play arrow and  start to read the sad story. OK, the story...

My boobs are on fire. Why? I will tell you why, because i am a moron! I took a hot tub, i was wet and freezing cold, so i grabbed a hoodie and let my swimsuit top drop to the ground. I zip the hoodie up real fast, so no one would see. The zipper goes up with a errt and then.... OHMIGAWD, a dead, ripping, pain... sears (did i spell it right, is it like the store? Oh who gives a damn!) through my left boob! Yes, i have done what so many guys out there has done, but with my chesticle. So it not only looks ugly, it is on fire, but now it is a worse fire. Shall i explain? I go to lay down in bed, i am alone tonight..don't get any crazy notion, because i can protect myself well. I am trained to kick your ass... I am a mother flippin' Black and Blue belt. Piss with me and i will beat you black and blue!OK, so i am lying here trying to fall asleep. There is no man snoring. The dog wont lay by me. I start to go through the regular...ohmigawds i cant believe this shit.. I spent four years in college to wipe peoples asses, wait on them hand and foot, taxi them around. I don't get paid. Bastardz! Then i remember how i used to be. I start singing, Any way you want it!""She loves to laugh, she loves to sings, she does everything"" then i realize OK, my boobsicle hurts. I stand up start dancing up and down in the dark, ""She loves to move, she loves to grove"" BOOM!!! I trip over the high heel flip flops, i was wearing earlier....and then I lie there and silently cry for a minute and then i continue ""she loves the loving things!"" I sniffle and head to the bathroom on my hands and freaking knees. I am so tired at this point, i reach into the medicine cabinet and then grab the antibiotic cream. OK this is where it gets sexy. <insert sexy voice> I squirt some cream into my right hand, it is so cool and moist. I proceed to rub it on my breasticle...Oh yea...Ahhh! I walk back to the bed. I lie down close my eyes, start to sing. ""All night, All night"" Oh Holy F*ck!! My boobs start burning, i smell mint, eucalyptus and old people. I think what the hell?? I lift it to my nose and smell my hands. The creamy hand touches my lips! UCKY! Wait it smells like Kodiak, rough cut mint..i love the little nip it gives you...holy hell boobs!!! Fire!!! I jump up, rip my shirt off and get in front of the fan, jumping up and down like a weirdo...screaming all kind of obscenities. I jump into the shower and scrub the stuff off with my husbands ball cleaner, does he use this thing? Are my breasticals going to smell like testicles? Oh hell i don't care..MAKE THE PAIN STOP! It ceases, i go back to bed i lie down and then...i start to itch! I go back to the bathroom and this time turn the damn light on. Grab some triple antibiotic cream and then i squirt it allover, my left boob. Then i start doing this itching dance, jumping up and down in my underwear and no t-shirt. Screaming Make it Stop! Make it Stop. Make the itch STOP!! I decide i need benadryl. My bathroom is out of it. I grab a big towel, go down 18 flipping stairs, miss the bottom step and THUD! Oh sweet baby Jesus..is enough, enough yet? I go to the downstairs medicine cabinet and grab the benadryl. It falls to the floor twice! I grab two, place them on the counter, set the bottle back on the shelf..it falls. I pick it up, sit it on the shelf again... it freaking falls. Seriously? I pick the mother flippin" bottle up and throw it as hard as i can. It hits the cabinet door and smacks me in the forehead. I rub it and Begin to sniffle... Holy mother flipping hell. I touched my eyes, does this shit not wipe off... BURN!! My eyes are on Fire. I begin to do the fire dance. I pick the bottle up one more time and blindly aim for the cabinet. She throws..SHE  SCORES! SUCESS.... WINNING! I get to my room and go to pop the pink pills in my mouth, i turn the light on just to make sure i got the right pills! I hope i can get my child to school in the morning! **sigh**

Walk A Day In These Shoes

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	Edit		A few people have wondered if I make my blog material up. The answer is...No! If you would like to bring cameras in, schedule a visit, or you just wanna walk in these shoes..let me know. Cuz this shit is real! I haven't been able to blog as much as i like, because I am a slave to my family and Christmas. Plus my marriage is under attack. We are going through a hard time, Rick is snoring... the bad kind!The kind where you are so tired, you want to punch him in the back with a knife. Maybe a plastic one, but still... I want to inflict great pain! He has blamed it on the dog, me, thunder. So I recorded his escapades.. he says it is not him. He wont admit it, so every time he tries to concentrate on an email, or he is watching TV, I hit the play button. Then he can enjoy his own symphony, the one I hear nightly. I have started to wear earplugs it is so bad. Rick is a bad influence, because the pup is now doing it too! Charlie Wilkinpup has not been sleeping through the night. He has been leaving his bed and squirming his way in between us, under the covers. Which winds up waking us up. The other night there was horrible snoring, it woke both Wilkindad and me up. It was Wilkinpup. He was laying on his back in between us, he had his mouth half open and snoring noises were coming out of his nose. Rick got testy and said " Well why dont you get your little recorder out and tape him?" I said " Serious, he is a dog. What am I going to do.. play it to annoy him, while he naps during the day?" Rick was tired and serious. I said "Deal with it, like I do every night, this chick has earplugs...sleep tight baby. Last night I thought, maybe he is cold at night, so I put dog jammies on Charlie. I thought maybe he got cold at night and that's why he leaves his bed. He slept all night! Yes! Wilkindad got out of the shower this morning and looked at the dog, did a double take and said. "Does Chuck have striped pajamas on?" Yes, he does and he slept all night! I am a genius! Savannah and I were watching her fish eating this morning. I thought how cool the frogs in her tank jump up, and snatch the big pieces of food! That is neat as hell! Then i said to Savannah. " Where did your 5 neon fish go?" She said " They have been hiding real good lately." I look at the frogs bellies and say" yea, I think I know where. Look at how fat your frogs tummies are, they are either visiting a Chinese buffet, when we go to sleep, or they have eaten your fish!" she says. " Mommy, the pet shop wouldn't be stupid to sell a kid, fish eating frogs! When will they poop my fish back out, then we can take the frogs out, so they dont eat the fish again!" (Oo) We are waiting on the arrival of frog, poo fish! My mom came over to help put the kids tree up, the children have been complaining, that it doesn't feel like Christmas. Last year they wanted it so bad, I said they had to help. The little turds hung a trillion ornaments on one branch, I complained that it looks like crap. What the heck! Then they layed on their backs looking at me doing all the work. Pointing out their thoughts and the bald spots. I banished them from the room. I was left to do the whole tree. All the little Wilkintards want, is presents under the tree, so they can shake them and fondle them. I have tried many things in the past, because we have peekers. Brittney the oldest was the worst! I tried putting opposite names on the boxes, Eric wound up getting barbies.Which at one point he didn't care. So we had to wrestle Little Mermaid Barbie out of his grips, because we had a crying sister. We tried color coding, then I forgot who's color was who's and I couldnt find the note I wrote...so I had to unwrap the bottom of the boxes. Which messes Christmas morning up! This year I am going with the genius idea of name tags. I give up!I am kind of concerned we arent going to get snow. Last Christmas Eve the oldest kids, took the twins sledding. They got home at 3am. I was hoping to join in this year with the little girls. So soon I will be doing my Ancient Snow Dance, but not naked.. like your typical rain dance. I am having one hell of a time typing, because my nails are too long. I just got them done Friday night. After I seen what they did to my eyebrows. I was afraid to let them alter any other part of me. My eyebrows are so thin, I look like I am a surprised Asian Hooker! If my husband asks how much longer, it is going to take for them to grow back, or if he moves my hair to cover my eyebrows... I am going to take a razor to his caterpillars... I SWEAR! The UPS man came to retrieve the ball protector. We could only send one back to amazon. We got to talking and I told him, the story about Zachass trying on the one athletic supporter on and punching himself in the junk, in my kitchen and how he fell to the ground moaning. I also told him how he threw it at my head in the morning, when i was sleeping and Wilkinpup chewed it up! The man told me his son also tried this once. I had the man in tears of laughter, so I did my duty of making someones day!Plus it made me feel less dysfunctional. Go Me! Yesterday I got to see one of the twins wrestle for the first time. I have to admit, I thought it was creepy! There is no other thought for it! Speaking of creepy... Zachass came out of Wrestling practice the other night, walking to the car with one shoe on. We still haven't found the left shoe, who would take one shoe? Why does this stuff happen to Zach. He has also lost boxers at school once. He came home commando! I don't wanna know! I am not working now, no one has been hiding. I am still part of the rescue team, but just hanging there by a small life preserver. Not doing much with it. I was thinking since, i am a housewife right now, maybe I should be the best one... I can be. Maybe I should excel and make cookies and shit. I decided against it five minutes later. I think i was someone real fancy in my last life time, and this little less pampered girl..cant deal with that. I feel like cleaning crud..is beyond me. I wanna be a princess, or find a cleaning lady that can live up to my expectations. One that doesn't charge, like she has a PHD. I'm getting desperate. While cleaning the cat box, with my expensive manicure I thought. "Wow if everything that stunk around here left... it would just be me! Of course, I wouldn't have a refrigerator, or a dishwasher, but if i am alone who needs them? Oh, i found out yesterday, you can add bleach to your dishwasher without killing anyone. Well so far...How cool is that?

The Good, The Bad...The Panther!

I have been stressed to the point of a rope frayed, on both ends... Only it isn't frayed.. it is totally unwound! Yes life has it's fun moments, like my child trying on his new athletic supporter, and then beating his fist into his junk,..to see if it hurts. He wound up, on the kitchen floor. He did give me the chance of giving him a punch. I did think about it for a second, just being honest! Then the next day he throws it at my head at 6:00am, and then the dog chews it up, when i went back to sleep. The end of the day he comes home with Pink eye and demands to know who farted in his pillow. He wants to do DNA testing. No more T.V. here, geeze! I do have a kit in the basement, i should hook him up! ( You all know what boy im talking about, no need to name. ;l) I have been so busy with kids lately. The boys are wresteling and the smaller twin, who has muscles like the hulk, is to skinny and he cant gain weight. Both the boys are skinny, but muscular with 6 pack abs.Little assholes, they got those bodies, and they killed mine...ummm, no fair! One is skinnier. So, he is in a weight class that some girls are in. Our school doesnt allow girls to participate, they get Vollyball, boys are not allowed to play that. As a free spirit, if my daughter wanted to wrestle..i would say no. Boy hands dont need a free for all. Maybe that makes me sound piggish. As a mother of a son, my kid is terrified to slam a girl around. If a boy wins a match against a girl..he is called a woman beater, if he loses...can you imagine? My life lately has been very busy with the kids sports, i feel like i just need that Christmas vacation... to get things done! HA! Right? We have three trees standing in stands, sitting waiting to be set up. Hold on.. I got to weap. OK, back..sorry it took so long... it was a total breakdown! My husband wants to head to Indiana for the weekend, to go to a hottie tottie Christmas party. I dont wanna get dressed up, can i wear my Hello Kitty jammies? I have had three broken nails, for days... SOS! On top of this we have girl drama. Savannahs (boy) friend. said. " Savannah I am moving on, we cant be friends anymore!" I think she has a crush, she says he is a friend. He is moving to Texas. She said, "Mom he said that last year, he never left." Why am i having discussions about what she should do...when she is 8? I dont have the answers to men! I dont understand the bastardz!! Rick and I had a disagreement about something..I was right, he was wrong. The discussion never got finished, because Mollytard brought home a whole world of pain for me. Her and a group of kids were playing basketball, and what im told from some kids there was a boy, who wanted to join the game and they said he had to wait. Until they finished, they were almost done. The boy claims he was bullied. I dont know if it was true, or what. Being the upstanding parent i am.. I called the mom.To make things right. The mom said she was standing there and seen what happend and went home. Wait woman, if my child was being bullied.. those kids would be on the floor frying from my glares of fire, and smoking from my sharp tongue. She told me on the phone, she hated my kid. She didnt like how she looked, or her attitude. What kind of person tells a mom that? Thats something you keep in your head, and think to yourself. I was thrown! I know my child is over confident, i am that way too! It took years to get there. Maybe this is my fault. My mom always was calling me stupid, and ugly. So i always told my children how beautiful they were, and how smart they were.People, I was besides myself.. did i create a monster. Was my child the spawn of the devil. I was so upset, no kidding. I know my child is hyper and has an attitude. The hyperness makes a cheerleader! These 12 year olds, are making their own language and they are annoying as hell, but is she evil? I called the cheer coach. She said she is kind, and always is respectful. I was told the cheer team has been harrassed all year, being called fat, ugly and untalented. Molly doesnt tell me anything, she has been asking to quit for a month now. I dont let the kids quit, you can only quit something...If you quit the Family. ( that qoute is always said, with an Italian Maffia voice.) I read comments, from teachers on her good job report card, respectful, kind.. talks to much. She get's that from her dad..no seriously! I called teachers, Molly is respectful and to others, she thinks of others. I remember the principal calling me, a few months back saying, Molly threatened someone who was bullying a underprivlaged child. Although the threat was bad, they were going to overlook it with a warning, because she did what was right, she stood up. When people talk bad about my child it hurts me, even if a friend does it. If your child isnt doing drugs, drinking alcohol, or doing something dangerous..i bud out! Every child goes through an attitude issue, that is for the parent to work out. I struggle harder then most, because I DONT BELIEVE IN THE BELT, OR PHYSICAL PUNISHMENT!! My child cant turn your child into an asshole! Your child has a mind of her own! If she can be influenced by, my child then build up her confidence. Your child also does things wrong, you just wont except...it came from her own doing, or she is to afraid of physical punishemnt, sometimes she blames others, for her behavior. No one can be totally influenced by others!  I am not taking this shit anymore! Long story short. The family accusing Molly of bullying, and threatening to get her knocked off the Pather Cheer team, turned out to be the schools Drama Family. They didnt come out and say it that way, well some teachers did..in a professional way.. The person in charge of discipline said..what is the last name? After the name came out, i heard Oh My! So i knew. At 10:00 pm, last night.. i got phone calls from the family. I didnt answer. Molly said she was sorry to the boy. He called her a bitch and walked away. The sister, who used to be a friend of Molly's sent me a text to say she was sorry she said she was going to kick Mollys &*%$@# A$$!  (she didnt say those words to me, but i did read them on facebook.) I said, it's over move on and have a Merry Christmas! Today is young.. I am holding my breath. Now i have three stops to make, because my evil children are forgetful! *sigh* 

Merry Christmas and a Happy Kwanzaa !

Parenthood, Batteries and Pain!

Last night i woke up to a feeling of pressure, on my tummy. I tried hard to open my eyes, i was exhausted. I seen a little fuzzy black figure, with two, pointed, black ears. It was Tallulah, the cat. I couldn't imagine what the hell she was doing, sleeping on me. In my psychotic, sleep deprived, rationalisation, i decided she was either there to kill me, or she was protecting my last two, sour eggs, from ever being fertilized. I use to have seven kids at home, now i have five. I guess we cant really consider the man child, a child. So we have four.Things are harder, then ever now. The twins are fifteen and they eat, like a 300 lb man at a buffet. Plus they are always trying to kick my ass. I used to consider wrestling, as playing with them, Now i consider it punishment. Punishment for me! I know self defense, i know it well enough to take a grown man, to his knees. (0 o) focus Stephanie. OK, back on track. These little shits, get me in holds and all i can do is tap out, be defeated, or inflict major pain. They don't give up either. Tonight was their first wrestling match, i was not invited. They wanted to do it, without me first. Next time i get to go! So, when i picked the meanies up, i gave them a dose of meanness. Zach said. " Mom i won, my match!" I said, " Ya, so and so's mom told me, she said you were up against a little girl, you be the man!" He said. " No way! It was this big guy, i almost pissed myself!" I said. "Yep, I was told about the waterworks too!" Zach said. "OK, OK, whatever little woman!" Noah gets in the car. He hates me to talk about him, so i might start doing blogs, solely on him! Back to the story, i have Christmas burnout and I am  all over the place. Noah calls, fifteen minutes before the meet is up and he asks me to go buy him a bottom mouth protector, so he can be in the meet. Wait, there is fifteen minutes left kid, are you serious? So he said fine, never mind. So,back to Noah getting in the car. Noah is always lagging behind and he is always complaining. He says. " Mom, they want me to shave my moustache off, or i cant compete and i like my moustache. I say, " Kid, how can those four hairs, be in the way? Are they making you heavier? I just don't get it!" Noah says. "Whatever Woman!" Molly is doing cheer leading, and her coach is satanic. She wants the girls there at 6:15am. The rest of my waking moments consist of Molly, swinging her arms around and doing back flips in my house. Making stupid sounds and acting like a tard. Savannah talks, i mean to everyone, including herself. She can take a half an hour bath and talk to herself. I love my youngest, just like i love all the little assholes! She is my last chance of normal...it is not looking well. If i take her shopping, i pretty much prepare for a migraine. Blah, Blah, Blah. I hear about everyone in her class, i hear about their families, which makes me feel more functional. There is some messed up stuff going on, with the kids from the second grade!I seriously need a mommy break, i have had the kids home 5 days. They go back, get a half a day yesterday, and now today I had three of them home sick. I don't remember this many days off when i was a kid. Did we get as much, as they do now? I don't think so. Being a mom is a tough job, it is never about you. I need more about me times! I am not the perfect mom. I spoil a lot, i lose my temper, and sometimes i just except things, that others wouldn't. Like spills on the ceilings, lights left on, and the fact no one picks up after themselves. I try to have a friends approach, unless they really mess up. Sometimes i am childish and I say things i shouldn't. Last week Zach was in a hurry to go to his friends house, I was in the store with him and only needed a few things. I had no list, i had to think. I really needed this stuff for Thanksgiving dinner. The kid kept griping, whining and acting like a man. I sad to him much to loud. " Listen you little, baby, back bitch...if i don't get batteries...we are all going to suffer! Let me make it clear, we needed batteries for the deep frier. Seriously! After it came out of my mouth, this very, classy, older woman passed us. I was completely... mortified! He said. " I'm so sorry mommy, please don't beat me! I will be more patient while you get your batteries!" "I promise mommy! just don't do that thing to me again!" As he said this, all i could do is bust out in laughter, till the tears came down. I squatted by the battery isle, soaking up the tears with my hoodie. Every time i looked at Zach i kept laughing harder. Since this moment, we have ran into the same woman three times, in just a week. Funny how we never seen her before. This is a Thanksgiving memory, him and i will share forever... **sigh**