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Why yes, I love karaoke....

Again, time flies when you're having fun. This week was the forest festival, so I had all my favorites: fresh cut fries with lots of vinegar and an elephant ear at the fair, spent $1 on a toy for Booger at the flee market, oogled the art and got some "ideas" for projects as well as had a big ole bag of kettle corn at the art fair, Karaoke with Jessica and Megan, went kayaking with Dad, Sherry, and Megan... taking the dogs to the beach so Booger could develop a love for the water, and Manistee fireworks for the fourth, and a really awesome sunset. AKA, biggest run-on sentence EVER. Too many favorites for proper grammar. =)

Mom and I walked the carnival, flee market, and previewed the art fair. We love all the food and the doggie toys were a plus as she's got some doggies and I am loving being an auntie to Booger, he's such a sweet boy. The trip to the beach was amazing. All the dogs had a blast, Booger was a little hesitant, but he did it and he'll go some more before the summer is over so I'm sure he'll be an expert soon. He's so CUTE!



The fireworks were really good this year, especially for Manistee! We went with Jess & Jeremy, and Michael, and his cousin's and Jess's dad. Plus me mom and Megan. All I can say is very excited little kids and I did a little oooooooh and aaaaaaahing myself. They're excited so you're excited!

Kayaking was a big snafu! We tried to go Wednesday and after 2 hours of farting around dad said no. We tried to go on Sunday and after 3 hours of farting around at the art fair with Megan and Sherry, dad said no and turned around. Monday, we get up early and 3 hours of farting around, get in the water by 11:30am. Are in the water for 15-20 minutes, and feeling good, when dad asks me where my car keys are, and I respond "In the truck!" oblivious to what an issue this is. He has a little "freak-out" moment, and then we figure it will be ok. Just to clarify, we had dropped my car at the "end point" so we could drive it back to the truck to get the truck and load the kayaks after our river trip. We arrived at the end point with no ride in midday sun. Luckily, we ran into people Sherry knew who were dropping off their spare car, and they gave her a ride to the truck to retrieve my keys and the truck with trailer. Poor dad, he said that he lets go of the small stuff, but even on the third swing, we struck out at kayaking STILL. He said it's because me and Sherry are blond. I disagree, I think it's because I didn't want my car keys all wet. =)

 Megan was up for another visit, and we finished the fourth with some great pictures from a sunset out on first street beach. Karaoke was a GREAT time. I got Megs and Jess all "schlickered" up and the bar was pretty empty, so I sang A LOT, and I got us girls to do a really "great" rendition of "bitch", I also convinced the DJ to let us sing backup for him and Brad Paisley's "alcohol." Ooooh always a good time.

Jessica and Megan

Today dad and I had authentic mexican food, and tonight is my first night of the next round of maintenance chemo. My platets are still low, but better, and I've got LOTS of anti-nausea medicine, so all systems should be GO! =)

The trip is not over yet, and of what is... lots is captured on film. (aside from the pics I lost because some kid stole my sd card out of my phone). Anyway, STILL more time in Michigan, one less thing to worry about.




July 4th, 2011 1st St Beach  Manistee, MI

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