PARTY PARTY PARTY!

Saturday night was so awesome. My best friend and two of my other close friends went out to celebrate my birthday and had a blast! When we made it to our destination we just sat back and got a feel for the crowd. Observation time was over before I knew it because my best friend had me out on the dance floor before I could even finish my first drink. After that my night was filled with jello shooters, straight shots of Jack Daniels, and some fruity drinks that I can't remember the name of. I do however remember one of the ladies that worked at the club was so smashed that she show my friends and I her behind right on the dance floor. That definitely took me by surprise. Anywho by time we made it home I was feeling good but that didn't stop me from taking a shot of Jamacian Rum before my head hit the pillow (at 3am). I seemed to be the only one of my friends that woke up without a hangover, which is funny because I'm the youngest. Go figure! Well that was my Saturday night. I'm pretty sure I left some things out but that might be best. LOL

My Best Friend and I

The Big 2 1

I celebrated my 21st birthday on Tuesday. Whoop dee doo I'm grown now! Legally anyway. I spent my day with my son. We went out to eat and did some visiting. As hard as I tried to avoid the happy couples it was of course impossible. An upside though was that my husband sent me a new ring. He did gooooood! Just wish he could have given it to me himself instead of mailing it. After a lengthy conversation with him everything panned out to be alright. I went to the ABC store and purchased my "first" bottle of Grey Goose and after my son went to sleep I indulged....A lot...The things you think about when you drink alone. Man oh man my mind is a terrible place to be! I'm having a girls' night out on Saturday to really celebrate, I can only imagine the trouble I'll get into! Fun fun!

Bittersweet

Well I got back in town Monday morning from Louisiana. My great grandmother passed away last week and her funeral was Saturday. It seems that there is always something going on. I guess what people say is true, when it rains it pours. Sometimes I just want to give up and let everything go. However, I know that I can't. I look at my son and he is my strength. I can't sit here and say the whole trip was sad and depressing because it wasn't. It became a celebration. My great grandmother lived a full life of 87 years and she wouldn't want everyone to be sad, so we weren't. We celebrated her life and enjoyed being around our family. This was my son's first trip to Louisiana and he got to meet a big part of his family. He got to see his father and big sister for the first time in 5 months. It felt awesome to have my little family together again, as well as my big family. We were able to support each other and not dwell on the reason for the trip. When Sunday evening came around it took everything in me to hold it together. I didn't want to leave. My family means so much to me it hurt to leave. The only thing that made it easier was the fact that my son and I will be returning after the semester is over. YAY! I'm so ready to go back home again!

                                   My son and stepdaughter. These two make life worth living!

My Little Family