"That's right!" Im 6. Practically an adult. I'm really a 25 year old squished into this pint sized body. Geez...

So I planned my party. My mom followed my direction. (Thought she was loosing it when she had the kids doing a Zen meditation. She is old, can't handle the noise.) So I wanted a pajama party. I wanted cupcake's. (The Costco cakes are overrated.) I wanted to watch Kung-fu-Panda. And I wanted to color. That's it. Easy breezy.

My mom finally got me that cupcake

maker that I see on every commercial.

It was so much fun. You get to make

ONE cupcake at a time. It took me an

hour to make 4. My mom said she could

have made 4 dozen the old-fashioned

way. I say, get with it mom. We live

in 2008 where "One at a time is IN"

This is what my Mom calls "Crowd Control !" We went with it. She's kinda crazy but I still love her.

These are my girls, all 16 of us. We are the future. We will rule a small country for sure!

So my Auntie Monica showed up

with her horse Smokey. He came

right into the garage. What a totally

rockin Birthday surprise. He even

pooped on the driveway. It was

awesome watching my Dad be the

pooper scooper. LOL.

Oh and the best story....

My 9 year old brother Connor thought he would show off. He went in the other room and in-hailed helium from a balloon. He held his breath until he got in front of the girls. Then without warning he passed out. He fell really hard, was totally loopy and dizzy. Talk about live entertainment!. My mom called poison control. She was worried that he might start levitating during the middle of the night from to much inhalation. (J.K. she was really worried cuz his stomach hurt and he was dizzy) The dude from poison control told him that in-hailing helium is dangerous. Don't think he will do that again. Duh!

K. gotta run. Happy Birthday to me!

"SOME TOWER!"

In June, John, Degsie, (from England) and myself, went to the US Open Golf tournament at Torrey Pines. It was a fantastic time. I am addicted to the major sporting events. There is a buzz and energy that makes you feel free and alive. It was at this event, when the discussion started. A pipe dream really.... It had been announced that the SanDiego Chargers would play a regular season NFL game against the Louisiana Saints, in London, at the new Wembley stadium. Problem....no tickets for sale. Degsie entered a lottery to buy tickets, it would be the very day he arrived back home in England. His first assignment, log on to the computer and pray that he was selected for the lottery. Back home, John and I were 1 hour from crossing the border with the kids for our Mexico vacation. I received a voice mail from a very enthusiastic Degsie stating that he was selected for the lottery and purchased 4 lower bowl seats with instructions to book our airfare pronto!! And so we did...and then we went! I knew that we would be just a few precious hours away from Paris. I begged for a day trip but the guys thought I was out of my mind. I told Degsie that Paris was "My Wembley" he couldn't refuse. He found a smashing deal on the Chunnel. We would land in London, sleep for a few hours, wake early, and take the 2 1/2 hour train to Paris with an evening return.

Back home in Draper, my friend Lisa was driving Sydnie and the girls to ballet. She asked Syd if she had talked to me. Syd said "yeah" Lisa said where is she? Syd said "OH she's at some Tower!" Lisa was giddy with laughter, and so was I. "Some Tower it was!" It did not disappoint!

These are just to wet the appetite. I took hundreds of pictures. A dream come true, and confirmation that Paris needs another visit, next time a week!!

We climbed the stairs to the base level. 390 to be

exact. Next time I will climb to the top!