"It's party time baby!"

One of my favorite people in the world has to be James Frye! He is a guy I have worked with since I moved to Spokane, before I had my masters degree. When I met him he was pretty much non-verbal, he had a few words, but not entirely intelligible. My how eight years can change a person. He is now 15, and well over 6 feet tall. It amazes me! Today I went to work with him and on my way there I decided, we are going to play hooky! He answered the door and I said, "Let's get out of here, it's time to party and celebrate your last day of school! What do you want to do?"





James: "Let's go get ice cream." My kind of guy. That's just what we did. We headed to DQ and he proceeded to order.





James: "I would like a medium, no a LARGE ice cream cone PUULLLEEASSEE, and a medium drink."





Christy: "What are you talking about? I said I would buy you an ice cream, you think you're getting a drink too?" :)





James: "Yeah, it's party time BABY!"





You gotta love this guy. Just for that I did buy him his soda (of course). Next he chose to go to Barnes and Noble and look at books. Love it! He looked in the Humor section, and we passed a book that said, "Play, Drink and F*#k."





James: "Hmmm, Play, Drink and Fork??" We moved along quickly. (I didn't go into that Wendy.)





Other favorite quotes from James over the years:





"I HATE speech therapists!" (this was a grumpy day).





Christy: "Good thinkin' Lincoln"


James: "I"m not Lincoln, I'm James Frye!"





James: "Got a zit? All you have to do is sssqueeeze it like this, (demonstrates) and it will pop!"





James: "What happened to your hair?" (This was after I dyed it red).





James: "I'm not going to tell you what I've been doing. Those are my private thoughts." Fair enough.





Talking about movies, James: "Is it a sexy movie? Is it nasty?"





Thanks for a fun party and lots of laughs James!

Kids for sale......3, 4, 5, or 6! (The list cont'd)

First off, I can't say for sure that kids 4, 5, and 6 are for sale for sure, but if I get the right price I'm sure Sarah would be willing to part with them. :)

I have to say, this wasn't one of my brightest mornings. My SIL, Sarah, brought my niece and nephew over for speech this morning. She said she was going to go to the Victoria's Secret Sale when we were finished. I thought, I want to do that too, and Kent is out of town so I will HAVE to take the kids. When we finished I told Sarah to go and I would bring Keegan with me, that way she would have a head start (I had to shower, I was planning on going for a walk and then showering, but the sale was calling to me). I figured she could try her stuff on, then we could switch, so all six kids wouldn't have to be in the store/fitting room with us. Good plan, eh? So, I got ready and loaded the four kids into the van (mini bus). As we were driving the boys asked where we were going.

I told them, "We're going to meet Auntie at the underwear store."

I could NOT have said anything that was more funny! When did they get old enough to think this was funny?

The five of us traipsed into the mall, two girls in the stroller and two boys following close behind. (After I negotiated with Brayden that he should leave his shirt untucked and pull his shorts down so they weren't hiked up to his pits). He insisted that his shirt was too big and it needed to be tucked in. I actually told my son that he looked like a big nerd and he could NOT do that.

Keegan said, "My dad does that."

I responded, "Yes, I know, but he doesn't hike his shorts that far up." (That's a whole different story).

Back to the mall.....we walked into Victoria's Secret with the boys shouting, "The underwear store, the underwear store!" I immediately called Sarah thinking she is already done, and she can take the kids off my hands and go to the play place. Not so much. I turned the corner and she was still standing in line for the fitting room. Ok, I will just browse while I wait for her to finish. I am looking at a table and the boys proceed to crawl under, around and through the table, knocking bins of underwear all over the floor. Seriously, we had just gotten there! I made them sit on the floor against the wall and busted out the fruit snacks. That lasted about 2 seconds, I had to split one package b/n four kids. Poor planning on my part. I frantically looked through all the different tables and grabbed a few of each style. This is a whole other issue and probably TMI, but after babies and dieting, who knows what size you are. I swear depending on the style, and lining and padding of brassieres, I could be three different sizes! Apparently Sarah was having the same issue because she took FOREVER! I got in line for the fitting room (which wrapped around the store) and grabbed Ally from her so she could try her stuff on with just one baby screaming. I am now standing in line with FIVE kids, all of which aren't on the best behavior. Everyone is staring at me like I am some crazy, white trash lady. Which I am, because frankly how desperate can one be for bras to actually go through this? Ok, I'm tired of writing about this craziness, in a nutshell, I think we were ALL in the store for an hour. I don't think the sales people cared how much we were going to buy, they just wanted us out!

This is a pic. of five of the six kids, (Owen screamed bloody murder when I tried to take him) waiting for Auntie to finish her purchase. They are pretty dang cute sitting there so nicely, it was the before and after that was so rough! All right, I guess I won't sell any of them, good thing I love them all so dang much!

Side note: Victoria's Secrets need more than three measly fitting rooms!