Memories...

Aahhh....does this take you back to 1993 or what? You gotta love sequins. Many thanks to Melissa Coates (not pictured, lucky for her) for sending this to me (a not so subtle hint to blog).

Pictured from left to right: Hannah (risque plunging neckline), Jessica(actually not so bad but were those sleeves?) Me (fattest hair ever), Kelli (dancin' disco queen), and Shanna (2nd fattest hair ever).

I can only imagine Kelli is about to pass out from the hair spray fumes standing next to me and Shan.

Love all you girls!

G-Unit turns 1 and other notes for the day...

Well happy birthday to my sweet little niece gracie. Also, congratulations to Shanna and Adam for keeping her alive and well all this time. I'm proud of you two. Please refer to her mother's blog for Gracie's life in pictures up to this point. I'm not that good. Then again, I'm just the aunt so there's less pressure. I mean, I don't think Uncle Ronny Mac is blogging about her birthday so I figure I'm doing alright.

So here I go again with nothing much to blog about. Let's see... It's Wednesday night and I'm waiting for Lost to come on. Yes, I still watch it. I want to quit. It's like a bad relationship you just can't get out of. It's a drug (heroin like) and I can't stop. It's unhealthy and I need help. Will there never be an end to my misery?

Work is very busy but that's okay I suppose. You ever heard of UPC codes? Did you know that someone has to enter that 12 digit number for every bar code in every product in every store? Did you ever think that someone might have to do that manually? Me neither. Until today. A little glimpse into my current nightmare.

This is more fun. Adam is coming to Atlanta for more "business" next Monday. He drives around and looks for damns. Robert is very fond of his new t-shirt from Adam's work. It reads "Make Wetlands, Not War". Really nice to wear out to bars- gets people talking.

And then on Friday of next week Travis (aka Uncle Buck to jada and birdie) and Ronnie (Sheppie's Dad) are coming to visit. If any of you are ever given the chance, hang out with 3 Shepherd men at once. You won't be able to hear yourself think. It's all love fellas. But it is loud.