Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Lucky 13

As my sweet Pickle approaches his 13th birthday Wednesday, he got a walk down Memory Lane a few weeks ago with his dad. Uzz took the boy to his original hometown. Yep, Pickle and Uzz travelled to the land of nasty water, tumbleweeds, stinky petroleum farms, dirt devils and the only place I know where it rains mud: Midland.

It is pretty cute. He visited the hospital where he was born, his first apartment home (oddly enough - numbered 1313), where he was baptized and where mom worked. I actually miss Midland, if you can believe it.


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