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In my quest of looking for jobs and being more positive I'm looking into some freelance writing or Blogger positions. So why not practice on you all that love me so much and are a very kind and quiet audience? 

This weekend was about family and that's what I needed most because that's what's most important. I also can't lie when I say I love to celebrate birthdays. Everyone who knows me knows this well. My mom has always said children should be celebrated and that's exactly what we do! And at one time everyone was a child so whether you are still or not you will be celebrated if you crossed my path!!

 I'm a big fan of celebrating things like good grades, sports achievements, personal accolades and celebrating because it's Tuesday at four and the sky is clear.

I'm not quite sure that everyone understands just how much celebrating we did as a family. It wasn't selfish or showy. It was about setting a date to spend time together. It was a great way to keep things positive, upbeat and to provide the best support network to one and another. 

A get together, a celebration, or a party whatever you call- it's all about prioritizing people that matter! It requires commitment, support with an upbeat, fun attitude and possibly even a quirky creative gift to show how well you know someone. What could be better than that? 

I'll tell you! When it's your birthday season! Having a birthday close to memorial day weekend I was always celebrating my birthday into the summer when people we're not on vacation. "Oh,  you can't make it to the party? Well let's get together in two weeks when you're home (twist my arm) and celebrate!!" 

Here are some pictures of all the summer celebrating we did for particular reasons, for some reasons unknown, and just for the heck of it just because we could!! 

By the way, what do you think of us renaming out place to 'Parkes and Recreation?' I think it fits us!!! 



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