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Mindi visits from Colorado

Lindsey drove to the airport last night for the first time with me in the back seat to pick up her BFF, Mindi, from Colorado. Mindi will be here for a week. She came out last year to attend Especially for Youth in San Antonio with Lindsey. This week will be purely a social visit. They invited Todd and Saxon over last night to play Rock Band and I joined them for a while and it was a blast. It's going to be a fun week with Mindi here!
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Bobbi said…
Isn't Rock Band fun? Even our 6 year old grandson loves it--he gets high scores on the singing part. I like the guitar, makes me feel young to be rockin' out to such wild music!
July 01, 2008 6:13 PM
Callisto said…
I love Rock Band! My favorite song to play is Tom Sawyer, of course. :)
July 01, 2008 10:29 PM
It's Been a Day! said…
visitors, boys, rock band? not a bad night!! i hope it's a great week.
July 02, 2008 9:40 AM
~ Tina said…
Fun, are they the same guys who spent time with Mindi and Lindsey last summer? I think I remember someone having a bit of a crush on Mindi???
July 02, 2008 2:20 PM
Kelly said…
Tina, these are two different boys. Todd is our neighbor and Saxon is a friend of Lindsey's from church and school. Everyone has a crush on Mindi!
July 02, 2008 3:40 PM
Modan said…
Todd is a cutie! I'm way excited for Lindsey to come out for efy and i hope we have as much fun as she had with Mindi!
July 08, 2008 4:38 PM
ninnies said…
oh my gosh mom...you got a picture of me singing!? eek...that was so embarassing singing in front of guys.
July 12, 2008 9:49 PM
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