chicken, beauty and the beast

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Okay I made a really excellent chicken dish for dinner, I found the jackdaniels barbecue recipe and did up a chicken for my family and my neighbors family. My friend at least the past 15 years whose daughter is the same age as mine, was diagnosed with colon cancer last January. They gave her three months since she let it go so long and here she is hanging in there but very tired and thin weak. I make enough for her and me her kids and mine. It is the least I can do for her. She stood by me when I went thrrough my divorce, always a shoulder tpo cry on and then was around for all the drama with Andy before we got married and so forth. She is one person I talk to everyday and look forward to the same talk everyevening. Dinner, the kids, husbands, what the baby is up to and "how we are feeling really." She is only fifty years old and can see the end is near. We dont actually tal;k abaout the end but she cries about not seeing her granchildren. I love her like a sister and will do whatever I can for her.
My girls are both i the play at school. It is the stage version of Beaty and the beast. Allie the oldest is a"silly girl" remember the dingbat girls following Gaston around. yup..... thats her. They dance and sing and sounds really cute. Missi is an "villager" fancy word for background people. They have been there at the school everyeving this eek and last. Quiet around the house. The production is on Friday and Saturday night. I will try to attach a pic of the seats we had at the Penn state game. If I dont have fear of heights now I never will. Also I hope attached will be pics of the girls from their dances last weekend. Allie with Boyfriend Joey. Missi in the black.
I heard back from someone that I commented on their blog. First time ever I commented someone else and she wrote me back. I really appreciated it.

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