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Got my belly button pierced. Didn't hurt much, just felt like I was being pinched with a hint of sting, can't say the same for my mom. She went right after me, I told her it didn't hurt that bad....she didn't agree. She did it for my dad, he's been after her for about 8 months to do it. So now she's thinking about bugging him to get a tattoo. My parents have gone crazy.
Winterfest is in 2 days. *yay!*
Work was good Monday, even though I am not supposed to work Mondays..it still went good.
So Leann took Drew(my second cousin a.k.a nephew) out to Andrews grave the other day. She told him "See your uncle Andrew?"(Drew is Andrews namesake) After Leann said that, Drew reached up and touched Andrews picture!(we have a picture of andrew on the headstone) It's just stuff like that, little things like that that make me so happy, yet so incredibly sad at the same time. I wish Drew could really reach up and touch Andrew, I wish I could reach up and touch Andrew. That means he'd still be here. I know he is in heaven and it is selfish of me to want him to be on this hellish earth when he's in such a great place, but I miss him.....is that really such a terrible thing? =(