Lance and I are going to see the Old 97’s!!! I can’t explain how excited I am. I love this band, but have yet to see them perform live. I have attempted to see them three times. The first time, I was celebrating my birthday with two friends at La Strada and was supposed to meet Lance later to go out. I have no recollection of what happened that day except my friend Mark shouting at me to wake up. La Strada will do that to you. The next time I was set to go was on my birthday again. A week and a half after Goose was born. For some reason, Lance didn’t think going to a concert that soon after his birth would be smart. Who thinks I sulked about that decision? The last time the Old 97’s were in town, I was pregnant with Kobra and huge, but that wasn’t going to stop me. So we went to the venue, and the show was sold out. I almost died. I was begging Lance to do something, anything to get me in the show. I have a thing about getting concert tickets ahead of time, as in I never get tickets in advance. Usually, it’s a pain, but I manage to get into shows by either sneaking in or paying somebody to let me in.

Tonight there won’t be any problems at all. My wonderful husband has already purchased our tickets. I feel like dirt due to allergies, but I don’t care. I will be there tonight!

Little did I know how true my last entry would be…After soccer and t-ball were cancelled, we went to Starbucks to grab a coffee. BH saw a dead bird and immediately picked it up. I ran for the camera, but Lance wouldn’t let him pick it up again. Germs, I guess. I can guarantee this one is going to be the end of me.

Yesterday, the Baby Hulk told Lance that he loved him “today”. He made it clear that he didn’t love him the day before though.

Goose tells me he loves me a “little lot, it would be a lot, but you yell at me.”

My allergies this year have been horrible. My nose is runny, my eyes are swollen, and I’m just miserable. The pollen is everywhere. I’ve taken anything over the counter that I can find and nothing has helped me so far. Now I’m going natural and using raw honey. I’ve had three people swear by this. So far nothing has happened except that Lance has asked me if I think I’m allergic to raw honey. My face is more swollen than ever.

I am not the type of person that has tons of friends. I have several really close friends and two very different “best friends.”

Marivi is the best friend that I would have sent notes to in school and sign BFF had we known each other in middle school. Had we know each other as young girls, we would have planned to marry best friends and live next door to each other so that our kids would grow up and be best friends or even one day get married. As it is, I didn’t become friends with Marivi until college. I knew who she was in high school, but didn’t know her until we had an Economics class together my Sophomore year. We’ve been friends ever since.

We have partied like rock stars together, done Spring Break together, gone through boyfriends and broken engagements together, found the perfect guy, gotten married and had kids. All Together.

I am so thankful for this friend who used to send letters years ago when it actually cost money to place a long distance call. If you don’t stay in touch with Marivi, it is entirely your fault. Both her husband and I have benefited from her persistence in staying in touch.

Happy Birthday, my dear friend. I love our morning phone calls, our play dates with the kids and the ability to complain about things without being judged. Thank you for being my best friend and a great listener, especially these days! I hope this year is wonderful for you!

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