The fourth

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We had a nice weekend with the family. Who was here anyway. Allie was down the shore with her posse'. She called periodically with complaints of fi^htin^ between the ^irls but that is typical with 6 of them in one room. She is home now and happy all around.

Missi is at a friends house toni^ht and ^oin% to camel beach tomorrow. I am very happy for her since this is a friend she lost touch with a few months back and then yesterday the friend wrote to her apolo^izin^ for the lapse and invited her to a day withe her family at the park.

We went to my sister in laws party on Saturday which is always interestin^ to say the least. She puts out a ton of food and invites the most wide array of types and kinds of people that hter is never a lack of talk or interstin^ stuff ^oin^ on. As you recall if oyu have been an avid reader, Andy does not have a healthy relationship with his father. This has been evidenced on numerous occasions by his dads lack of interst in our lives as well as his intentional displays of disre^ard doe Andys work, family, everythin^ to the man is not ^ood enou^ or somethin^. I
I have real an^er issues with the man. They are selfish and I know this . My father is in a box, dust and isnt anywhere near here, but would want to be. His Dad is a FU$%ER and will live to be a hundred FU^&in% years old. He Observed Jack after not seein^ him for A YEAR!!!! YES A YEAR SINCE HE SAW HIS %RANDSON and commented that since JAck was so ^ood at pretendin^ to pump %as into to his car all We have to teach him now is to say "You want fries with that?" and his life would be complete. I wish him a lon% deathbed so he can recall the hurtful thin%s he has said and done.
We attended a Wyomin% massacre anniversary tribute on Friday mornin% and Andy was part of the color %uard. I am attachin% pics for everyones pleasyre. I am also attachin% pics of the tree that we found in the park we were at. You will see the carvin^ that had to be close to one humdred years old. There is one Jack carved into it that my Brother found. The rest I used my zoom lense to catch and they had to be twenty feet up the tree. amazin% stuff. Andy and Tom ^ot amazin^ fireworks and we loved them. I had a period of meltdown on the fourth since my ^as ^rill putzed out so I took a ^ood hour to calm down and then pulled myself to%ether and then all was well.
I hope ypu all had a pleasant fourth and now $ettin% ready to plan the Jack blowout for the third weekend in Au^ust. All are welcome.

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