Julie's Life With Boys

I caught Caleb in the hallway and took a picture of him. Taylor doing his Kindergarten program with his class. ...with a photo bomb of Kinder teacher, Miss Mitchell (Caleb's teacher for the next year, third grade).  Taylor, neighbor that was in his class, and Eli Last day of school with Kenneth, Mrs. Carter, and Taylor. Mrs. Carter. Taylor "rille licede" her.

In San Antonio, they have an annual Fiesta celebration.  It is a week long event that culminates with the Battle of the Flowers Parade and crowning of Miss Fiesta.  You have to purchase tickets to the parade, and it is hard to get a seat.  The kids get the day off from school.  It is a fun tradition.   We have never gone the the parade, but at school the kids make "floats" and have a hallway parade. This is Taylor's. He laid out this arrangement for the picture.

We sat around and went through my mom's jewelry and Jordyn got a few treasures to take home. grandkids playing with some of my mom's huge rubber stamp collection. Popcorn. Movie. Grandpa.  Classic. This is the "Remember Grandma Room" When we cleaned all of my mom's things out, we set up a guest room that we could all use to think about her. It stayed up for only a few months.

Dear non-specific applicant for current or future enrollment in friendship or association with Julie Black, I have wanted to be friends with you, yes, YOU, for all these years, even if I don't really know you yet. You may have confided many things in me and I you. We have had good times together haven't we? As you may recall I have had quite a doozy of a year.  I have experienced many things I never thought I would. Some, I didn't expect quite so soon..  All in all, you have listened much to me.  And I have listened to you. Thank you. Although we may have had this relationship in the past, I feel like it is time to make some changes in my life. I am not comfortable sharing my negative feelings with you anymore.  I feel like I have crossed the line between venting and gossiping. Sometimes those things come back to me and I am ashamed that I had shared those feelings or information.  I now believe that venting is best done with a counselor. For this re...