Right before I was going to head out to Texas I was finalizing all the paperwork on my new apartment YAY can't wait to get out of my current place. I was also surprised to learn that my little brother ran off to San Antonio to get married. I'm very happy for them I just wish I was there to see it.
Made it to Texas w
ith a clam and uneventful drive by Thursday. Its sad that I was originally supposed to be in New Mexico but it allowed me to come home a few days earlier than originally expected. Since I was home earlier than originally expected I was able to make it to Amy's baby shower on Sunday. She is such a cute and glowing pregnant woman. I'm really happy that they liked the quilt. I am so happy for Rich and Amy.On Monday I jumped up and headed out to Tulsa, OK to see Becky and the fam. She had about 4 extra kids hanging out with us. That was ok we still made some fun for ourselves talking about ed
ucation, memories of jumping from my dresser to my bed as kids, what we want in the future and how best to make a GIANT sugar cookie. Notice we needed lots of chocolate to make it perfect. Got a windshield replaced and had s a relaxing time but sadly had to go home earlier than I want. If only we had more time to see family.Thursday was a down day since Friday I was leaving for Florida. All day Thursday I acted like as if I had lost my head and kept forgetting things I needed to pack and make ready for my trip. Luckily my mom was there to help me out. So at 5:30 am I headed out to Florida. My day started off going in a weird direction. First I was headed West on I-20 instead of East so I was already starting behind. Then on top of that I turn down the wrong 49. Oh well I made it
to Florida in GREAT time and Uncle David was able to grill up some yummy chicken. Aunt Pat and Martha and I played a rousing game of Mexican train til I was just so exhausted I was ready to just put my head on the pillow and sleep. Nothing like a good sleep after a 12 hour drive earlier that day. Now time to enjoy Florida.
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