So, I had my first of three birthday parties this past weekend. To say it was interesting is an understatement. I didn't know over half the people there and I don't think Temper did either.I played with the fire and listened to Ministry. Joey threw diesel on it a few times to get every one's attention. Of course, there was that one girl there that couldn't have fun unless she was starting trouble. Glad I wasn't there when it went down, I was itching for a confrontation as were most of my friends.

Instead I was ramping 4-wheelers with the Beebs and Maggs and the rest of the crew. We were airborne and I must admit that was the most fun of the whole night. It was dark, muddy, and dangerous - perfect recipe for fun. Oh and I lived through it without anything more than a few bad bruises but that's all good.

People had their meltdowns, guess it has something to do with the holidays, economy, etc.

Finally went to bed around 2 or 3 or maybe 4 or 5. I don't even know, but I was taken back to my crazy early twenties thanks to Ayrick and Nekkid Heather.

Kisses were shared all around but I stayed out of it and hung with the Beebo. I do believe there was more camouflage there than I had ever seen in one place before - even the baby Ariel had pink camouflage on!

The next morning was not so great. One of the guys was still drunk when he woke up, went nuts carrying around a loaded shot gun, threatening to kill the horses, calling us all names the worst towards the woman he "loves", also doing this in front of the children, was throwing full bottles of liquor, bowing up at my Temper so I stepped in between them.

The sheriffs showed up, took him away for domestic violence. We moved our girl and her boys out in less than an hour. As much as it hurt to see it go down, as scary as it was when he was bowing up, throwing stuff and walking around with the loaded shot gun, I was grateful. I lived in that before, not fun. I was also grateful that I could see and realize how awesome and strong our core group of friends are. None of us backed down, walked away, or said deal with it on your own. We all stood with each other and our girl. I knew at that moment I had some of the greatest group of friends out there - that no matter how ugly things may get they wont leave, back down, or walk way.

Maybe it wasn't the best way to end a birthday celebration, but that's life. Sometimes you have to stand in between a drunken idiot and your girl, sometimes you have to move them out asap, and sometimes you watch someone get led away in cuffs facing serious charges. It may not happen everyday or all the time with my friends, but I am blessed bc I know if anything like that were to happen in my life again I would have a core group that would love me, support me, and never leave me. I am blessed.

Now on to the other celebrations.....