The weather today makes me miss the midwest. I don't know why, but it just does that too me. Its just like when you smell a familar scent from the past and it brings back a flood of memories. 
As much as I hate to admit it, Mikey may be a teensy weensy bit better at driving then me.
He has a great voice. He's the only one out all of our friend brave enough to sing at Karaoke night. He does a mean version of the Cheers theme song.
Kids love Mikey!
He shares the same love that I have the classic Boys II Men. Haha, for reals, this was the best concert. Oh and by the way he has great taste in music which especially helpful for someone like me who is musically challenged.
He bleeds blue.
Mike is not shy... He is actually really crazy... 
He dresses good too!
Mike is addicted to snorting colored cocain... He obviously got a little out of control. Rehab is next! HAHA.
Mike was originally slated for this statue, but was cut out. So this is what it should have looked like.
Right after this I tipped the canoe...
This is right after Mike left the skin heads... He now has long hair... the transformation was beautiful... like a caterpillar to a butterfly. Its a good thing he changed cause I being with a gang member is out of the question.
This is us hiking at the Oregon Coast.
This is me with Stephanie and my dear old dad.
I tag Allison (for getting me addited to blogging) and Meagan (just because) and Lindsey.
Things that remind me of Tressa: 
3) Donuts - I recently found out my health conscious sister has an obsession with them. Who would've thunk.
There are so many more things remind me of her but there are far too many to go into. Can't wait to see you next week, Tress.
Am I not the luckiest aunt in the world? I mean, come on. She's a Doll! I giggle everytime I see this picture. I hope it has the same effect on you. 
This is my beautiful little sister. She is full of spunk and humor. Despite our six year difference in age, we make pretty good friends. We play together now, just as well as we did when we were little girls. When we were little we used to dress up in my mom's old dresses from the 80's. Me in the blue paisley one, Steph in the zebra patterned one. Oh how I wish I had a picture. We were hot. We would get out our nerf tennis raquets and use them as our guitars. We would put on concerts singing the "josie and the pussycats" theme song. We didn't know the words so we would sing, "josie and the pussycats, they are extremely fat."(It doesn't work unless you sing it with the tune.) Who knows where we got that one. The coffee table was our stage. Steph would run out to introduce our band and then yell out, "Ladies and Gentleman, now presenting my sister." She would throw out her arms with all the presence and showmanship in the world. Now I feel like it is my turn to take a minute and present my sister.
