Girl Par-tay

Girl Parties have been around for several years in my family. They usually inclue: myself, my sister, my mom, my grandma, my great-aunt, and my cousin and her daughter. Brock has been to many as well, even though he is not a girl- he is darn cute- so he gets to go.

We have had girl parties at a bed and breakfast, gone to movies, had luau's at home, among various other things. They consist of food, fun, laughter (the kind where you laugh so hard you pee) and outrageously embarassing moments.

For example:

When we arrived at Betty's house on Saturday to load into Kris' SUV for our trip to Fremont, NE- this is what greeted us- my grandma. The poor soul. She has lost her mind. Always -to- be- counted- on- for- a- laugh- Betty. That's what we call her. Well, we don't really call her that, but she is usually one of the first ones to get the party started. This is where some of us laugh (and pee) and some of us roll our eyes and shake our heads at how crazy she is.

Starting our day at Village Inn.

Our arrival in Fremont.

Watch out Fremont, here we come!

A homeless bum on the bench .


Some street walkers on their way to their pole dancing class

Snuggling some schnauzer puppies at a stinky pet store.

a ride in an old elevator

How convienent... we found the probation office.

Here's the Dips. The sign says it all.

Brock and KK playing a little Beyonce- Single Ladies to get the party started! Let me tell you about the heads that turned when the music started!

Brock sitting outside while we were waiting for our food reading his new train book from an antique shop.

Ending our day at Irv's Deli and More... we never did find out what the "more" was.