Reesie the Purrr-Fect Kitty

This is Reesie....he's a rescue kitty who has my friend, Jami's heart. She's such a sweet soul, and when I'm down and out, one of my favorite blogs is Fleming Family Circus. It's filled with positive Texas energy (and digi scrapping, helooo!). Jami is a professional chef at a foofy country club and still hang out with the likes of me! She sent Alex (my chef) an amazing versatile cake recipe they make at the club, and if you ask, I'm guessing she'd share with you too! So Jami, thank you from the bottom of my heart. God has blessed me abundantly with great friends both in blogland and in real life. I'm glad you are part of that.

And it is my turn to pass out the Your Friendship is Purr-fect Honor. I kinda hate this part, all my friends are equally amazing, but I'm supposed to pick one. So....I'm going to give this to my favorite Hawaiian flight attendant, Kailani. Because Kailani epitomizes a confident blogger and a friend. She comes around when she can (she's got like 5 million friends, so she can't come every day) and if I miss a few days, it's fine. She knows I'll be there and she knows I think the world of her. So Kailani, your friendship is Purr-fect, the cat's meow (had to say it!).

Field Day and a Bit of Trivia!

I was going through the Field Day pics I took of Alex (I love that jump on the right!) and I'm cracking up on the sidelines as I watch him crouch over about to begin the whatever-yard-dash....so serious! Anyway, got to photo of him running with that determined Alex Face (it was very hard not to just to squeeze him and kiss his little face all over, but I stayed my Mommy Distance).

So....back to my thought...I'm a child of the 70's really. I was born in the late 60's, did most of my early childhood in the 70's and graduated in the late 80's. Looking at the Alex running photo here, I was thinking you are definitely a child of the 70's if you know who Joey was and why Joey was running.

My sister Jamee, our neighbor, Jamie, and I would sleepover at each other's houses on Friday nights and re-enact that song over and over again. Jamee and Jamie usually got the hairbrush microphones and I would run in place (ever the resident tomboy), my arms pumping furiously as I dashed for my life. And when the last "Daddy please don't" was sung, all three of us felt her pain, falling to our knees in our I Dream of Jeanne pajamas, arms reaching up, then falling limp as we graciously laid on the ground. Oh, we were that good.