2005 THE YEAR IN REVIEW

I am so glad that, this year of 2005 is finally coming to a close. It seems as though, I say that every year. I can't remember when, we've had a productive, uneventful year. I only have one resolve this year. Hopefully, and God willing, I will be able to find a decent job. That is the plan anyway. My husband and I also, have decided to surround ourselves with nothing but positive people. We went through a short period this past summer where; we were around a bunch of, positive energy sucking, drama freaks. Those people couldn't seem to manage their drink intake, marriages, children, finances, and work worries without envolving everyone else.

We also have a dear freind, who was almost fatally killed by a drunk driver this past May. He is still taking physical thereapy twice a week, and is driving now. He is still not back to work yet, but atleast he's still with us. On the upside, he and his fionce' bought a new home, and will close on it next week. Sadly enough, my family lost our beloved Shar Pei Maverick, to kidney failure this past November. He was 9 years and 11 months old, when he passed. It was one of the hardest things that, we as a family ever had to endure. We still miss, and love him so very much.

Unfortunately, we also lost a wonderful woman who was like an Aunt to my son, my husband, and I. Aunt Sue died unexpectedly Thanksgiving. She laid down for a nap that evening, had a heart attack in her sleep, and never woke up. That funeral was very hard to attend. It was also, our 11 year old son's first funeral. My Aunt Ruby, has also suffered physically from numerous illnesses this past year, and had to be put in the Nursing Home until she recovers. She will probably be released in mid January, and be able to go home.

Still remaining on the dark side of this year, my Cousin Kathy also lost her Sister Edna. She too had been sick for a very long time. However, on the lighter side, we managed to reconnect with our long lost Cousin Rusell. We regained contact with his brother Tom last year. Happily enough, our middle son, is in the school band this year, and is leaning to play the trumpet. In July, we also adopted another dog. Our boxer puppy, named Tigger. He is buck wild, and potty training really did stink. Another proud moment was this past summer was, when my parents celebrated their 50th Wedding Anniversary July 2nd. We also managed to, ditch the jerks next door who were renting the house. It is so very quiet now, with the new renters.

On December 22nd, the newest addition to our family was born. She has not come to live with us yet. However, I have already named her Noel. Our Boxer Tigger, his Mother had her second litter of puppys. She will get to come and live with us sometime in February. The beginning of December was quite trying. Both my Mom and I were in the Hospital. She had a mild heart attack, and I had a Hysterectomy. Yes, my Delivery Room is permanently closed now. In the beginning I thought that, having this surgery was one of the most dumbest things that I had ever done. The pain was worse then having my son. Although, I am on the mend, and not regretting my decision.

Lastly, and on the highest point of my year was, when my husband and I celebrated out sixth Wedding Anniversary in November. We're still managing to stay happy and together. Keep it real in 2006 ya'll!

THE NEW BABYS

This pictures was taken Tuesday of our dog's Mother (Lucy), and her new litter of puppys. The puppys are one week old now. Lucy had 10 puppys this time. Unfortunately the last little male born, did not live. However, she does have 9 little new bundles of joy. Our newest addition, a little female, is in the midlle. I have already named her Noel, because they were born on December 22, 2005.

COO COO FOR COCO PUFFS

I seriously mean it when I say that, my former Mother-In-Law has lost her mind. We have been vollying nasty E-Mail back and forth, since before Christmas. She asked if, she could take my 11 year old son to Texas, with she and her husband for Christmas. Keep in mind that, I only recently had a Hysterectomy on the seventh of December. I was barely out of the Hospital, and still on pain medication when my Husband received her E-Mail request. I was so "out of it" that, I never even say the E-mail.

She wanted my son to spend both Christmas Eve and Christmas with them and her husband's family. Meaning, his grown children, and their children.Never mind that, he would miss spending Christmas with me, his Step Dad, Step-Brothers, my parents, my Brother, his Father, Step-Mother, and half Sister. As if we all weren't suppose to matter. Just so that, she could spend some extra time with my son. He already spends the week following Christmas with her son, his Father. What more does she want?

Yesterday, I decided to burry the hatchet, by offering up an aploogy via E-mail. I was once again, trying to be the bigger person. I asked her jokingly if, she was crazy and had been drinking. This was regarding her request for, my son over the Holidays that is. I've known the woman for 16 years. I thought that, she wouldn't have taken my humerous objection so personally. How else should I have put it? Should I have been nasty? How should I have reacted to such an outlandish proposal? Ya'll be the judge?

WILD FIRES

Yesterday afternoon, I ws heading to the corner store to get a pack of smokes. While backing out of the garage, I noticed a huge plume of smoke. It looked like that, it was on the next street over. I asked the 7-11 clerks if they had seen the smoke. She replied, "yes, it's the apartments by the golf course." Suddenly, I Remembered that, my husband has a friend Sammy who lives there with him wife and three children. My husband quickly made a call to Sammy to let him know. His wife, evidentally didn't know anything aboout it, but would step outside to find out.

Being nosey, and without much else to do, I decided to follow the smoke. It turns out that, the fire was quite a bit farther away. If you watched the morning news programs today, you may have seen the coverage. Here in our liitle town in Oklahoma, the fire damage was quite extensive. In our town, it burned over 200 acres, and destroyed 5 homes. I think that, an electrical spark outdoors statred the fire, which quickly spread. Someone said that, it hasn't been this dry since the Dustbowl of 1921. I hadn't heard that yet, but I wouldn't be suprised. However, my thought ans prayers are with those who lost their homes, and everything they own.

DISFUNCTIONAL FAMILY CHRISTMAS

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care, I don't have to lay down with him. Oh well, beggers can't be choosers. It's her preference.

To make an extreamly long story short, he made another advance to me Christmas eve. In my longer version of this story, I explaied it. However, I decided not to this time. My husband has decided, to take the high road on this one. He plans on confronting him, at the next gathering. He explained to me that, he is going to give him two choices. He can either quietly apologize to me, or get his behind beat. I personally would just apologize. Again, if he decided not to, everyone will soon ask why they are fighting. Then an explanation will soon follow. That would be quite embarrassing for both he ans his wife. If anyone has any advice, please, please write me.

HITCHLESS CHRISTMAS EVE

I told you that, I'd be back today to tell you about Christmas Eve. Although, I guess that I better back up, and set the scene first. It all started last July. It was the day after my parents 50th Wedding Anniversary party to be exact. All of my parents friends and family were in attendence. People like, my parent's friends, their grown children and spouses, and their kids. Kind of confusing, but you get the jist, right? I don't plan on putting names to faces in this situation. However, one my Mom's best friends has two grown daughters. Both of which are happen to be married as well. Married in an understatement. One is on marriage number four, the other on marriage number three. I'm not knocking them, I myself am on marriage number two.

Anyway, one of them just recently got married in the last year, after a long courtship/live-in situation. Her new husband, is by all means nothing to look at. Although, beggers can't be choosers, that's her preference. I'm just saying that, well... he's gross. Let me clarify, he's ugly. Not at all anyone that I'd ever be interested in. I've had beer goggles before but... I don't think that there is enough alcohol, in any one bar to make me think that he's attractive. If I found myself with him, I'd kick my own ass. My husband is exactly my type. A High School friend put it this way, "he's pretty." Meaning, he's what I always pictured you being with. So I'm shallow, get over with it. But I digress.

I had seen her new husband on one other occasion, earlier this year at a Mother's day Bar-B-Que at my parents house. I was interested to see who she had picked out this time, but that is all. Remember, I knew both husbands number two and three. It has been a 21 year friendship. I had heard prior that, he was nothing at all to look at, but nice. Well, good for her... I guess? Yep, they were all right, nas...TY. But what do I...

MERRY CHRISTMAS YA'LL

Well, another Christmas is here and gone, just barely. The annual Christmas eve party at my parents, went off almost without a hitch. I'll have to tell you about that tomorrrow. Although, for the most part, it was great. The furry of Christmas paper has setteled. The boys are now busy in their rooms, playing with their new gifts. Our two dogs were even arguing over the new dogs toys. However, if Maverick had lived to see Christmas this year, I'm sure that he would have been laying quietly on his bed. He was much too mellow, to do something like that. He was always a good boy.

Ok... enough of that. It's Christmas for goodness sake, no time to make myself sad today. I'll try again in a while to call my parents. The phone just rang and didn't go to voice mail. The must be on it, talking to either friends or family. My husband did a wonderful job of picking out both mine and the kids presents. Remember, I have been in a semi drug enduced haze for a couple of weeks. Again, I have been recovering from my Hysterectomy. I must say that, both yesterday and today, is the best I've felt ever sice I had the surgery.

Sadly enough, in a few hours or so, our house will be quiet. My former husband, his wife and their daughter will be here to pick up my son. Also, my Husband's former wife, her husband, and their two children will be here to pick up my step-son's. That's just the way it works, when there are divorces and children in the family. It really does stink, but that's the way it has to be. It keeps the fighting from happening that way. However, with the exception of my former Mother-In-Law, no one has been fighting over the kids this year. Man... did she do her best to "show her butt this year."

Needless to say, another Christmas is down in the history books, and almost the year as well. Thank the Lord for that, this year has been a really stinker! I'm ready to start over and try again. We've had broken friendships, deaths, money problems, and illness this year. I'm going to make a postive effort, to make sure most of that will not happen this year. The death thing, I really have no direct control over. We'll just see if we can keep everyone healthy I guess. So... to you and yours, I hope that you had a Merry Christmas. See ya'll!

AWAY IN THE MANGER

Well, not exactly a manger but, some new babes were born yesterday. Our eight month old puppy Tigger, has some new brothers and sisters. His Mother Lucy, with some help from his Father Nikie, has had their second litter. At last check, there were nine new puppys who made it into the world.

My Husband even got to lend her a hand. Her owners, were busy with their Auto Mechanic customers in their shop. Lucy is very familar with my Husband. He has known both Nickie and Lucy, since they themselves were puppys. He was even there shortly, after our beloved Tigger was born. It is always good for the Mail Man to get to know, and become friends with, all dogs on his route. Omar their owner said, "now your wife wants a female right?" My husband reluctently said "yes."

I have been bugging my Husband to tears about getting another puppy since Maverick's death. For Heavens sake no! I am not replacing the best dog that anyone could ever ask for. That could never happen. However, I thought that since, we have has such good luck with Tigger, why not get another good puppy from his Mother. He has repeatedly said, "no, we don't need another dog, two is enough." Well, that's beside the point. What we need, and what I want are two different things. I always get my way. I have even decided what to name her, Noell. Since she was born three days before Christmas. I'm guessing that, she will be ready to come live with us around March or so.

My 36th Birthday just happens to be March 11th. What a wonderful Birthday present. After all, I got Winston our Bulldog for my 34th Birthday. Unless you've already guess, yes there is a direct correlation between wanting more puppys, and just having a Hysterectomy. The need to take care of new babys is still there. Anyway, my Husband is to call Omar today, to get the final count on all of the puppys that were born after he left yesterday. Keep your fingers crossed for me, so that I can get my wish. Se ya'll, stay warm.

ONLY IN MY DREAMS

For those who have just joined us, I would like to once again tell you about my husband. Not so much just about my husband, more about his abilitys. He is best described as an "under developed Psychic Medium." Meaning, that he has never pressed, nor used all of his Psychic potential. I can hear you all right now, saying "what a bunch of bull." Seriously, this ability is more of a family affair. I saying that, nearly everyone in his family has some sort of extra sensitive ability. But I digress.

I'll try and make a long story short. Our beloved and missed Shar Pei Maverick, made his presence brifely known to my husband last night in his dreams. This is a normal occurance for my husband. The dearly departed, speak to my husband in his sleep to relay messages. Since dogs of course can't speak in this world, he just appeared. Although, it was the appearence itself that was most interesting. He was once again healthy, fat, and had a shiney coat. My husband said that, he was only here for a slpit second, but he stopped by. He was only dancing around my husband's feet. Only dancing, well that's important to me.

To me that meant that, he was just checking in. He wanted us to know and see that, he was happy and healthy again. He always did prance around at our feet, when we came home. It meant that, he was so very glad to see us. I am so very happy that he came by. I had been repeatedly asking my husband if, he had paid him a visit yet since his death in November. The first words out of my husband's mouth were, to tell me that "Mavy" came to him. I had mixed emotions to hear the tale. I was glad that he was healthy once again, but I still miss him emencly.

I even cryed a bit after hearing my husband's words. Hopefully, Maverick is having a good time in Heaven. Heaven, that's exactly where such a wonderful soul, should spend eternity. See ya'll.

WRAP IT UP

I spent the majority of yesterday, utilizing what time and energy I had to wrap Christamas presents. Why in God's name do we do this? It takes hours, both purchasing and wrapping presents. However, it only takes just a few minutes to undo, all of our hard work. Well... I'll tell you why we do this. For mostly our children and loved ones. In the blink of an eye, exist a wrapping paper whirl wind in your living room. I love my sons, but I can not wait until they out grow all of this Christmas madness. I know that, I am an infinite Scrooge, but I can't help it.

I believe that, my Ba Humbug behavior is due to a series of unfornutate events. Meaning, childhhod and early adulthhood events. All of which, I won't boar you with. It also has to do with the fact that, the true meaning of Christmas is long gone. Maybe it's the fact that, I finally figured out that Christamas really is for kids. Technically, I have roughly about 10 more Christmases until, the last our our boys turns 18. Then it will be up to both my husband and I, to put up a tree or not. Until then, I'm just waiting it out. Love ya'll!

TO GO WIRELESS OR NOT

Due to a recent series of events and behaviors from my former in-laws, I am contmeplating on buying my son a cell phone. Not just so that, my son can keep up with "the norm" at school. I have a hidden agenda in mind. I can make sure that, my son is where, he is suppose to be. I will be able to see where my son is at all times. In other words, I will be able to find out, just who my son is spending his Christmas break with. Not strangers mind you, I mean step and former in-law family members. I will be able to see if, my ex-mother-in-law, decides to pull a fast one, and take him out of state even after I objected.

To all of those who are fortunate enough, not to have drug you're children through a divorce. Hopefully, you'll support my idea and interest in getting my son a cell phone. While he think that' he's just plain cool, I can keep track of him as well. If someone can offer me an opinion about this, I welcome you're comments. See ya'll.

GET IT DONE

Twelve days after my surgery, Christmas had nearly alluded me, thank God. Anyone who knows me well, knows that, I grow wearier each year of Christmas. Maybe I'll purposly schedule something else, to have surgery on this time next year. The thing is, I still need all of my remaining parts thus far. Maybe something insignificant will fail me. I have enjoyed not worrying about the Holidays. The Codene and morphine derivative pharmacuticles have a tendency to do that.

Having said that; my Mom and I are going to take care of the last minute Christmas shopping today. She will have to do the driving for both of us. Under the Doctors instructions, I still can't do that yet, drive that is. My two weeks in the penalty box, is amost over. They say that, anastesia and driving don't mix, for atleast two weeks. The bottom line is, you're not coverd by your insurance until then. Anyway, I'm goingt to go get rested up for my shopping adventure later. Happy Holidays and Bag Humbug ya'll.

BLESS THIS MESS

All is returning to some sense of normalicy around here. I am still recovering from my Hysterectomy. My Husband returned back to work today. I love him dearly, but it was strange having him home with me, for over a week. I must brag on hit a bit. He cooked, cleaned, and took care of all of us. He finallly admitted that, we're all pigs. I said, "right back at ya big boy." I don't think that, enjoyed being Mister Mom. So... to the best of my abitity, I'm going to try and clean this house back up. I need desperately to return this house back, to the way it usually is. I'd appreciate any prayers that you might have to offer in giving me the pyhsical strength to do so. Merry Christmas ya'll!

LET IT SNOW

I took these pictures of, both my dogs on Monday. They didn't seem to mind. I know... too much free time. Winston (left) and Tigger is one the (right).

UPCOMING SURGERY

I'll be out of the loop for a while. Tomorrow is the date of my Hysterectomy. The surgery is scheduled for 1:00, and I have to be there at 11:00. At the time, 1:00 P.M. sounded better then 6:00 A.M. My Husband pointed out that, I won't be able to have my beloved morning milk and coffee. He's right, that will stink. I probably shouldn't even smoke before then, I'm not sure. However, I'm sure that I will, to calm my nerves. Nerves... that seems to be reoccuring theme around here.

Things normally don't bother my Husband, Brother, and I. Again, yesterday it all came to a head for all three of us. I had a crying fit, my Husband chest pains, and my Brother had no appetite. My Brother made it a point to tell me that, everything "just got to him yesterday." He said that, "the last three weeks or so, have been too much." I agreed with him. Let me recap it all for you. Both my dog and Aunt Sue died. Our Mom was put in the Hospital for a mild heart attact, and I have surgery this week. My Brother's boss suggested that, he go home yesterday to be with our Mom at the Hospital. He replied, "and... what can I do for her, just sitting up there?" He chose to stay at work.

Both my Huband and Brother are, your typical men. Nothing ever seems to bother them. Then when you think that, you've got them figured out. They go and do something miraculous. They let the world know that, they do indeed have hearts. My Brother is total quiet type, and my Husband the former Drill Sargent. By nature, neither of them let you know that, anything is ever upsetting to them. They are sort of the like the Grinch, their hearts appear to be too small. Although, love, fear, and concern seems to have swelled their hearts just a little. But I digress.

Back to the matter at hand, my surgery. I hope that, it all goes well with no glitches. I also hope that, eventually I will be back here, to tell you all about it. Never-the-less, if by some reason I'm not. I'm sure that, you'll figure it out. Say a prayer for me ya'll.

THIS IS ONLY A TEST

Just when you think the Lord is finished with you; he starts preparing you for something else. Again, I'm not the most religious, nor church-going individual. However, God seems to be putting me to the test lately. Myocardial Infarction- Also called a heart attact. My Mom has spent the last three days in the Hospital. In the ICU unit to be exact. My Mom asked me to come over around 10:00 Saturday morning. She wanted me to take her blood pressure. Hurridly, I went over there in my Pajamas. When I got there, her face was beet red, she was sweating, and she was out of breath. After taking her blood pressure twice, I came up with 120/100. However, my blood pressure taking is, more then rusty. I'm a stay-at-home, who doesn't use her skills.

She had also fallen out of bed twice during the night. Those two falls, had caused sever bruising. My Dad had just considered, taking her to the Doctor's office. We knew that, Dr. Spence's office was closed on Saturday, but someone would be covering his patients for the weekend. Again, he very well could be on rotation. Per my request, I told my Dad to just skipp all of that, and take her to the nearby Hospital. He did so, within just a few minutes. The emergency room Doctors and nurses began doing all sorts of test immediately.

They performed a EKG, chest ex-ray, and cat scan. All three of those tests, came back fine. It was the three out of four blood test, that she failed. I was reinformed that, when you have a heart attact that; certain cardiac enzymes are present in your blood stream. Those enzymes were infact present in my Mom's blood stream. They admitted her to a private room that evening, then transferred her back down to the ICU unit, to where they could monitor her more closely.

They think that, she can possibly come home today. They just need to performe, the last of the tests that they need to do. I was under the impression that, those test would be done at, a more well equipped, larger, Hospital. My Dad, told me otherwise this morning. Change of plans, they are taking her out of the ICU unit, and putting her back in a private room. Things could be looking up. I just want the Lord to know that, I'm very tired. See ya'll soon.

HAIRY SOAP

After getting in the shower yesterday morning, I soon realized something. The bath soap that my husband and I share, was once again covered in "man hair." Just once, I'd like to pick the soap up from the dish, and it be clean. Meaning, clear of any kind of hairs. As usual, I spend the first five minutes of my shower picking the hairs off of the soap. This is not an easy task. Sticky, slippery soap, water, and thin hair. It almost requires a surgical procedure, to complete this ordeal.

As I continued showering, I was also thinking. I do both, my best singing and thinking in the shower. I came to a realization while I was in there. I probably hadn't had hair free soap in over 15 years, or more. I've always had a Dad and a brother. It seems as though, I've always had a husband too. Remember, I traded my first one in, for a better one. I now have, three sons to add to my bathing distress. If my two males dogs didn't have their own shampoo, they would probably dirty up my soap too.

The moral of my story is, boys and all that they entail are dirty. I honestly like boys, far more then girls. I've always had a problem with, my fellow X chromosomes. Meaning, I've never had a lot of female friends at one time. It seems as though, I don't keep them around for very long. At this particular point in my life, I have only about three female friends. The first of which I've known for about five years. The second friend, I've known for just over two years. Lastly, the third friend, I've known for not quite a year yet. Boys, love them or leave them. I love all of mine, and will keep them. See ya'll Y chromosome later.

FAKING IT

I just got a call from, my step-son's Mother. Appearently, son # 3. is not wanting to go to school again this week. She said that, "he's still trying to milk it." Something about, another upset stomache. She thought that if, my Husband talked to him that; it would convince him to go to school. Actually, she said, "I thought that if, he talked to The Dad." The Dad... what the hell? I hate it when she refers to my husband like, he's an object. Excuse me honey, but where are your balls? Aren't you supposed to be the parent here? This is the kind of crap that infuriates me. It's like, all of those poor excuses for parents on that show, The Nanny.

Get a grip people, regain some control for God's sake! For example, I have a friend who has a son that is only 14 months old. Who I have personally witnessed her descipline him. This is the way it should be. Instill in them that, you are not going to put up with misbehavior while they are still little. Meaning, young enough to know that, you aren't kidding. Here's my opinion, I think that my step-son needs thereapy. I've always said so, as a matter of fact. Never-the-less, no one wants to hear that from me, they never have.

That household is, the picture of dysfunction. You have a divorced mother of two, who remarrys and then has two more children. What part of that isn't screwed up? Four children in, a blended houshold. No to mention that, the Mother and Step-Father are worthless. I could go on for days about that, but I won't. There isn't enought Blog space to behold. I suppose that, I'll call my Husband in a few minutes to, see how he handeled that. Have a good day ya'll.

FUNERAL FUN AND ENTERTAINMENT

I'm finally back. I'll bet that, you were wondering where I was, all of this time. We made a last minute decision to, go to Aunt Sue's funeral. We arrived home last night, about 6:30 P.M., after a whirl wind trip. We left Monday morning, and again, just got home last night. Two days in the car, and only one day there. That's just the way it had to be, life had to go on. My son had to get back to school, and my husband back to work. Death has a way of being inconvient.

I hadn't been to a funeral since, my Great Uncle Tom died; 1997 I believe. Both my Grandmother Jenny, and Great Aunt Jewel had died since then. Although, for whatever reason, I was unable to go to those funerals. I must say, going to Sue's funeral, was the saddest thing that I have experienced lately. Possibly not, remember my beloved dog Maverick died a week earlier. I'll always be able to remember both of their death dates for that reason, especially Maverick's. He died, the day after our six year anniversary.

Again, Thanksgiving will never be the same. Aunt Sue died on Thanksgiving. That will forever be embeded in my mind. Wow... the month on November has completely sucked, as the kids put it. By the way, I hate the word sucks. However, sucks describes it pretty well. I'm glad that month, and nearly this year are over. It seems as though I, say the same thing every year. I can't remember when, we've had an uneventful, happy, lucky year. I guess that's what adulthood is all about.

My husband and I, knew exactly how my Mom's reactions would unfold at the funeral. She had saved up all of her grief and disbelief until then. We all said that, we had to see her in the coffin, to believe it. Sure, I cried a little when I heard the news. Never-the-less, that was nothing until, I physically saw her for myself. I've always said that, I'm a visual learner.
Then again, seeing everyone else cry, always makes me cry. My Mom Boo Hooed, when she got her greeting hugs from all of the family members.
Especially Uncle Renny, he is now left holding the bag so-to-speak. The family members, are all very close to us. They really tore me up, when they cryed, and said hello in my arms.

I guess that, Uncle Renny was, almost all cryed out. He did very little at the service it seemed. Maybe he was still in disbelief too. However, the service
service was beautiful, and full of loved ones. The family's pastor, who knew Sue, did a great job. It was very uplifting, and not too sad. Only the oldest Grandson, touched our hearts the most. He had written a whole slew of things down, about his Grammy Sue. Afterwards, he said to John, "thanks man, I was fine until you got up there." Then, they both laughed. It's a guy manner of speaking I guess. John is in his mid twentys, and my Husband, almost 40.

In complete disbelief, I saw my husband cry for the first time, ever. We have been together almost seven years, and I've never seen that. We even shared, the same soggy, single cleanex that we had. He reminded me to, tell him what he got from the service after it was over. It was regarding Sue's no fear of dying. He said that, he has always felt the same way too. I took away that, I should really get my butt back to church. She always enjoyed church. Maybe I should find, the same inner peace about it as well.

If I had to make you and Sue laugh, regarding her funeral; I would tell you of the following events. # 1. Her oldest son's ex-wife reappeared after he asked her to leave. #2. Her son's father, which is Sue's first husband showed up. # 3. Three, more then appearent lesbians came. # 4. A four hundred pound fat man, in a black suite showed up. Lastly, but not least #5. While during a prayer, someone farted. Yes.. I said farted. Not a big one, but you knew what you heard. My husband and Mom were on both sides of me, so I knew that it wasn't them. I opened my eyes, and looked down at my son right after it happened. He was looking right back at me, as to say it wasn't me. Appearently, an adult sitting behind us did it. Sue, would have died laughing had she been there. Then again, she was there, and probably did laugh. See you some other day Sue...