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I go way back... WAY back with this mom, like I've known her over half my life and wouldn't be the person I am without her.

Alicia and I met in high school and with along with her and her, were pretty much inseparable. We're the kind of friends that- if there is a microphone and stage anywhere in sight, you can bet we'll be on it together- sharing the mike- belting out anything and everything 80s pop has to offer.

Alicia and I roomed together all through college and even both moved to San Antonio (for different reasons) after college.  So I think it's only fitting to take a trip down memory lane right now... you agree?

Alicia, remember when you put on a one woman comedy show for myself and Laura late one night in college after coming home from JD Wells?  And Laura and I clutched onto each other, choking and unable to breath with tears streaming down our faces because we were laughing so hard?  

Remember when we thought we would be all cool and backpack across Europe? But we weren't really the "backpacking across Europe" type and dragging our suitcases with our hair dryers and bottles of wine across the street in France and staying in a hostel with bugs in the sheets just wasn't working for us?  Not to mention all the personal stuff we both had going on at home.  And we went home early and were never  ever so happy to see the stars and stripes as we were when we got off that plane on US soil?

Remember in high school, how we all crammed into the front of Krista's grandma's Oldsmobile (that wasn't really her grandmas, but it looked like it could have been) and drove past people's houses (particularly certain boys) late at night to see what they were doing? And then once we were spotted and you and I ducked and left Krista looking conspicuously like she was pulling the drive by solo?

Remember that black and white midriff bearing shirt you and Heather and I used to all take turns wearing? And we wore it with high waisted jeans and combat boots? We thought we were the pinnacle of high fashion... that shirt was awesome! I hope you still have it ... for nostalgic purposes of course. I'm sure you do since you keep all your clothes and even brought your stirrup pants from 1987 to grace our college dorm room...

Remember working at Chili's together- oh gosh, I could go on and on and on about the Chili's memories...

But enough of memory lane for now. Some more pix, continued from the post below, of that awesome family of yours...