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Monday, June 09, 2008

This was taken exactly a year ago. My 3 sisters and brother are coming up for the 4th of July. I just have to tell you that I am so so excited. You would think with 5 of us, one of us would live near the other. But we all live in separate states (if you count No. California as a separate state from So. California). Ridiculous, I know.

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The Kraus House said...: Hey, don't know if you know I love to read your blog, Its Kade and Nat. Your family is so cute, and congrats on the new little girl on the way. You and ben must be pretty trustworthy to be sent three little girls:> anyways totally understand the missing your siblings thing. Mine are all in different states as well. Hope you are feeling tolorable. Luv nat; Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Rosie Posie said...: Briar, you are my idol. Poor Aves and her lip:( Can't wait to see you.; Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Betsy Boop said...: Can I pretty please see all of you for just a few minutes when they come?? I love them alllllll!
XXXO Aunt Betsy; Thursday, June 19, 2008

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I’ve always wondered who forces the drivers of Camaros to grow mustaches. Is there some secret law? Or is it just a sad, sad misunderstanding? Same question goes for female cops with French Braids. My favorite word in Spanish is Tortuga. The word "slacks" always makes me smile. I cannot handle it when people say that something really makes a color “POP.” Speaking of which, I can’t handle popped collars either. I love the smell of wet dirt. I am fascinated by what people have in their grocery carts. If it is full of Cheetos, Mac n’ Cheese, Mountain Dew, and Froot Loops, well… that might explain things. I’ve never seen Bambi. The song Loro by Pinback has a sedative effect on my kids. Benadryl does too, but the song is less sticky. I can’t handle people who are flakey. Just call. I’ve always wanted to meet the ever-elusive “THEY.” Those mysterious, seemingly fashionable people my mom always referred to. Because for some reason, she always wanted me to wear “what they are wearing.” If you’ve met them, let me know. Quite frankly, it grosses me out when people get overly excited about food. You know the type. The first song I ever downloaded was Michael Jackson’s Man in the Mirror (only being honest). I’ve cracked my head open and had it stitched up four times. I've been to Space Camp . . . honest. If I had to live off of one thing, it would have to be homemade tortillas, rice, and beans. And Rosa Cavazos would have to make it for me. Yes, I would be fat, but fat and very, very happy. I never let anyone cry alone. It’s a problem. If we ever drive by a stranger’s house with a million cars out front, I always have to express my disappointment that I wasn’t invited. I vividly remember being 10 and thinking it would be SO COOL to be 13. If you know me, you know that I have a true disgust for balloons. I’m surprisingly shy in new situations. My greatest achievement was surviving my toxic pregnancy with Téa. My greatest disappointment was turning 13. Ben has a certain smile that can get me to do anything. I am taller than you. I've been bitten by an octopus, squirrel and snake. . .among other things. I love love love to swim. My favorite perfume is Diesel Plus Plus. That, or L'Aromarine's Oceane perfume from Anthropologie. I can't decide. I’m a stay-at-home mom. And no, I don’t scrapbook. And yes, I am still a good mom.

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