The other night, Quincy was walking around with a bunch of cups and pretending to be a waiter. He kept offering different types of (pretend) juice. After awhile he got wacky and started offering up crazy types of juice followed by a description. Here are a few of my favorites.

Bumble Bee Juice - It’s just honey!

R2-D2 Juice - It will make you go Beep Beep.

Tongue Juice - Oh wait! Why would you want to taste something that can taste you back.

Recently I was going through a box of old stuff and came across a t-shirt that was signed by my 5th grade classmates. On it there were about 15 signatures and 3 of them are classmates that share names with currently famous people. I found that to be quite odd and interesting. Here are the names of those 5th grade classmates (whom are not famous, btw).

Steve Miller (famous version)

John Mathis (famous version)

Mike Myers (famous version)

I wonder what those guys are up to now a days.

This is a post that I have been struggling to write for two weeks. I have had an extremely hard time trying to find the words to explain how special Grandma Betty was to me growing up. I am so beyond lucky to have had her as a part of my life and I miss her dearly. I really could go on and on about how much she meant to me and why, but it still makes me so sad to think about. When I try to write about it (and I have for two weeks now) it all just comes out in a incoherent mess. So, I have decided to keep it simple and say that I will always miss her, but I am glad that she is no longer suffering.

Below is a copy of the obituary that was put out by the funeral home.