The countdown is on...

Yes... it's that time again. Dave rushes to finish all summer projects, I stress over the rest.

6 years. Can you believe it? My baby is about to be 6. I have stressed over the weather for 6 years. And you know what? It never once has rained.

But before I get to that, what happened to my baby? When I first posted on this blog she was in diapers. Now she picks out her own (name brand) clothes. She has friends of her own. Boyfriends. She gets her own phone calls. She decides what she wants to eat. She swims without help. She wipes her own ass (thank god). She loves to sing. She loves to dance. She wants to take tennis lessons. She thinks soccer practice is a social hour. She loves My Little Pony, Littlest Pet Shops, Hannah Montana and the Jonas Brothers. She wants her own Disney television show. She thinks she could be the next Hannah Montana. She likes to wear my pink hair extension. She thinks she is famous because her picture is on a game box. She absolutely loves her boyfriends Tyler and Dominic and I really think she wants to marry both of them. At this time in their lives, I think they'd both me cool with it as long as she doesn't kiss them. Her best friend's name is Jessie. They're not going to first grade together and Jocelyn said, "But I'm going to die without Jessie..." I could go on and on... The point is -- my baby is her own person. She's a young lady, not so much a little girl. But the one thing that stayed true throughout all of these 6 years (and will continue for at least the next 10) is that I have always thrown her a kick ass talk of the town birthday party! And there is no way in hell I'm letting mother nature ruin that this year! So Hurricane Bill.... BITE ME. Mother nature -- chillax -- and Uncle Hy -- you know what you gotta do. I have faith you'll come through and make this year THE BEST EVER.

Here's hoping for a rockin' good time.

Cheers,

S.

Cheers,

S.

Well hello there.

Does anyone still read this? Do you wonder if I fell of the face of the earth? In reality, I'm still here. I still read this every now and then - if anything just to remind myself that I need to update this page!

So here we are - my favorite month of the year... August. Getting close to crunch time. A little over 2 weeks or just a bit less than 3 weeks depending on how you look at it --- till "The big day" -- That one day a year that I spend 364 other days planning. The 3-5 (for the lightweights) hours of a day that I need sunshine, warm weather and happy children. (Well it's either that or a whole lotta beer.)

This year's party theme is Hannah Montana - and it's shaping up to be a kick ass party. I really can't wait. We are (well I am) very excited to be unveiling our new 12 x 24 deck off our kitchen, which I've decided is more like a balcony if you look at it from the street. That's because our yard is sloped (thus the reason I wanted the deck, because the area is unusable) and at the front of the house is it's highest peak. It's been a painful summer for poor Dave -- as he's spent all of his free time working on the deck. This will also mark the second summer in a row that (so far) he has yet to make it into the pool.

Jocelyn is having a fantastic time at summer camp - and next week she starts drama camp. She'll be in her first play on 8-14. I can't wait!

That's about all I can come up with for now. Everything else is the same ol' shit.
Let's all hope summer is finally here to stay and that August 22 is indeed a fantastic, hot as hell, beautifully sunny day. Say it with me please. COME ON UNCLE HY!

Cheers,
S.