Driving home from Boyles today my brother says to me "You have puffy cheeks, you will make a great grandmother. I can see you cooking chocolate chip cookies for the neighborhood children and you'd be the type to go to all the local little league ball games and when you got too old to drive to the ballpark the neighborhood kids would walk with you helping you along."

Now lets think about this statement. First of all does it make any sense? No. Second of all I don't even have puffy cheeks. I honestly don't understand 90% of the things that come out of my brother's mouth. I guess its nice of him to say that I will make a wonderful grandmother its just his logic that confuses me. Lets pretend for a moment that I do have puffy cheeks...does that mean I will automatically be a kind old, cookie-making, ballpark-going grandmother? And considering I don't have puffy cheeks does that mean I am doomed to become an anti-social, baseball-hating old hag with no cookies? The facts that my brother is not seeing here is that I ; 1) can not bake; 2) Hate baseball; and 3) Don't have puffy cheeks.

Brittany gave Julie and I some good advice tonight. She told us if we ever wanted to go shopping at a thrift store that we should go to Dallas, Texas because they have "GREAT" thrift stores. She commenced to name all of the cheap items she bought including jeans for $6.50 and four belts for a buck each. Thanks for the advice dude. I can see it now: "Mom I'm going shopping. I'll be back in a week...I know Dallas is far but they sell belts for only a dollar each!" Yeah right, like that would work. I just know my mom will say: "Sure honey, have fun, get me some boots while you're down there."