While we were in Las Vegas, my sister called to tell us that my dad, {yeah, that great ol' daddy of mine} had pulled another trick out of his hat and scored us all some Stadium of Fire tickets. Miley Cyrus, a.k.a. Hannah Montana, is a star around here. I had my brother in law in New Jersey and my sister in Colorado helping me in my quest for tickets the minute they went on sale a few months ago. None of us got any. I was so disappointed and mad for like a month. And then Dad surprised us. Again. He always comes through and now we are on Miley countdown. My mom has brought several new Hannah Montana t-shirts over so the girls "have their pick" of which to wear on Friday. We can't wait! What is everybody else doing to celebrate the 4th?
Shane's Grandma Brown turned 90 this year. So everybody decided to meet in the desert and have a party. It was hot, and it was a very long drive, but it was worth it to see how excited she was. I'm fairly certain that we'll be doing it again in 10 years to celebrate 100. Grandma hasn't slowed down a bit. 
No event in the Brown family would be complete without schedules and pictures. So we got plenty of both. There was even a schedule for the taking of the pictures. And a copy of the schedule for each and every person. Grandma should have plenty of photos of grandkids and great-grandkids. The cousin picture was one of the first taken, so everybody is still smiling.
At the close of the event, Shane decided that Grandma had been spoiled with the spotlight enough for one day. He wanted a turn. So he decided to make an appearance as the fun-loving, attention-seeking grandson that he is and surprise Grandma with a dance. And he got all the
Ashlyn has turned into a fabulous little swimmer. She loves to play in the water. She stayed in the pool long after the rest of us were finished. I think she was the last person in the pool when they finally came and told us we had to leave. Good times, good times.
Ashlyn's class did a talent show the day before school got out. When we asked Ashlyn what she wanted to do for her talent she said "I'm really good at tennis". So we thought it would be so unique and cute for her to "serve" wiffle balls into the crowd. She thought this sounded great and was really excited. She went outside that morning while waiting for the bus and practiced, which I loved because I got to take some pictures of her--which has been a tough task lately.
I, of course, was the beaming proud mommy. The minute they walked in, before the program even started, I was crying. Crying because my oldest baby, the one that seems like she came to me just yesterday, is so big. So independant. She goes to school everyday and does her thing. And I'm not really a part of it. But that's a good thing. And, really, that's how I want it to be. But even though I realize that I wouldn't want it any other way, I will probably get teary-eyed every year when school ends. Because it's another year gone. And another year closer to the day when she leaves. And it's all just going a little too fast...
The perfect daddy to my own little girls. {And sometimes Sugar Daddy to me}.
And this one.
One of my bestest buddies. For 29 years I've been lucky enough to call him Dad{dy}.
Note to self: Figure out what you've done to p*** off karma, because it's kicking your butt.
After my last post, I recieved a record number of comments. Mission accomplished. Also, I successfully brought 2 lurkers out of their hiding places. I consider it quite a feat to have comments from Trish and Tiffany. Keep them coming, friends. {And for those of you too lame to comment, shame on you}.
