" I think they baptized me"

Click on the title and you'll get to see what we were up to last weekend.

HOLI KRISHNA! HOLI KRISHNA! HOLI, HOLI, HOLI . . . holi . . . holi . . . . .holi
That was fun to listen to for four hours straight.

The yellow powder on my cheeks smelled like flowers. This doesn't remind me of Spring though. It reminds me of a horror film. We look scary.

Oh you guys really missed out. So fun. :)

This kind of made my week . . .

Came home last night to find this little bit of graffiti on my driveway. At first I thought, oh that Braden he's so funny. But wait, doesn't my husband of three years know how to spell my name?

To whoever wrote this ( i'm pretty sure I know who did :) ) Thank you! This pretty much made my night!!

{PS}
Thank you for your helpful posts regarding Mr. Photobooth!! I was relieved to hear he wasn't the last of his kind!! Thanks again!

We be bowlin'

Saturday evening:

" i didn't get it in the gutter!"

"Let's see that turkey Brade!"

check out that form! that's why he beat me 113 to 74. he won't let me play with bumpers. it would have been alot closer with bumpers.

why do i look so happy when i stink so bad at bowling? i don't know. probably because it was saturday and i was with my honey. he's really fun to hang out with.

Farewell my friend

I went to Kmart the other day and what I saw was the saddest thing I've ever seen in a long time.

A big, empty spot where my dear friend, Mr. Photobooth, used to be.

I really feel like I've lost a close friend! So many good times we shared together! Gone.

If any of you, out in the blog world, know where he could be or if you've seen him, please let me know. Or if you happen to find his brother or cousin, that would work too.

I just can't believe he's gone. It doesn't seem real. It really makes me think about how short my life is and how I really need to make the most of it.

Farewell my friend. I hope you're in a better place. Maybe a Walgreens or Vegas. Somewhere where, the children run free with never-ending quarters in their pockets. We will never forget you.

* to better days. spring 2007.