A little part of the Big story.....fka "My Year to Thrive"

My favorite word in highschool was Lagniappe thanks to Dr. Sims. Lagniappe is 'a little something extra.' I just like the word and the french origin. Hope you enjoy a little something extra today!

Monday, November 28, 2005

Catie's 24th

She's a youngin but yep, Catie G just celebrated the big (or for me not so big) 2-4. We all went to Houston's lastnight to celebrate and had a blast. Catie G is amazing and has the sweetest heart of any one. I just love her and just love that God put us together a few years ago. She is an artist. You should be jealous. She is cute and she is an artist.
HAPPY BIRTHDY CATIE!

A few things to note....
I love that Houstons doesnt put ice in their water but I wouldnt love it if other places did it.

I love Houstons period. And I do not like chain restaraunts normally.

I have the greatest group of friends in America and we have only all been friends since last January.

I love too that Houstons gives you big chunk lemon wedges. Good for squeezing. One of my friends, no names, Aaron, does not like lemons or condiments at all for that matter. I know lemon isnt a condiment but I have met no other folks who do not like lemon in their beverages. I mean, some people dont use it but they dont detest it either. In college I used to carry around a squeezable lemon bottle in my purse so all of my waters could be sprinkled with love.

Okay more...
I could eat the same thing at Houston's (grilled chix salad and spinach dip) every night for the rest of my life.

I don't like that they don't do reservations.
I love to celebrate birthdays.

I think everyone's birthday should be made a big deal. There are so few opportunities to make a big deal and go out of your way for other people.

My 25th is in less than 45 days. Yikes.

I like to plan things and love to plan parties.

The greatest birthday gift I ever got and gave myself (yes all at the same time) was my pink coat.
I will work at Houstons if I quit my job. They value customer service and I dig that.

All of my clothes smell like fire from the fire that was nearly 3 days ago.
I miss my family. I do, I miss living at home with Matt, Carter and ML.
I don't want to stop typing because then I have to face reality that writing is not my job but mortgages are and I am not doing a good job at my job.



Nothing profound. Just good times and great oldies (Fox 97. Did anyone catch on to that?)
Pictures to follow.

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