Jackpot

I can tell you that when you look up grateful in the dictionary I am pretty sure my picture is beside the definition with a big cheezer grin. I have made some of the greatest blog friends. People that understand my sense of humor, my sarcasm, my funny yet sometimes crazy comments and still come back, visit and email me. I am beyond thrilled that at a time in my life have been blessed to have found some wonderful people. 

I seriously hit the mother load the last two weeks. I mean if I didn't know any better I was crowned tater queen. So with the pageant wave, kisses blown and thanking the judges I give you my friends who actually think I am cool. And if anyone tells them any different I am going to bring out the effing numbchucks.

From Justyn my long lost sissy. What she doesn't realize is when we finally meet, she's going to get the biggest hug and then we are going to drink Sangria until we puke.

This was the best gift last weekend. I had the crappiest day and just when I doubted myself this came in the mail. I love that Shannon, she sure gets my craziness and wants me to be just who I am. My road map is going to find my way to her one day.

Then this little white box came I opened it up and what the crap. My very own Mr. T starter kit. Did I hit the jackpot? Tabitha when I land in Portland because I will no doubt. I have all kinds of peeps I am gonna visit there, you are on my list. She and I have the same sense of humor. It's two twisted for color TV.

They say good things come in small packages and I believe its true. From the bottom of my heart, thank you friends for making me feel so special. I mean it. And to all those that email me and I share my life with on a personal level, thank you. I am having the time of my life with you all. Pinkyswear!

Hugs,

Dusty