In addition to a few who aren't pictured here, these generous, delightful women from my neighborhood treated me to a fun lunch out, six days after my birthday, making this my third daytime dining soirée of the week.
The two women on each side of me are part of our cycling group, the Biker Babes, our self-titled description. Humble, aren't we?
Here are Zee and Kimberly.
Here are Kelley and Denise.
Here is Waleska and me.
Here are Donna and Kelly. You got it, one third of us that day are named Kelly or Kelley.
Here are Theresa, Sherrie, and Scott.
We went to Kobe Japanese steakhouse, which is conveniently close to our homes.
Here's a cute little picture of me in kindergarten, 1968. All my life, I've never forgotten this shot below in first grade (1969) when the photog asked me to say "peaches" and he snapped the shot at the "ch" sound. If you're trying to get a kid to smile, don't tell them to say peaches. It's scarred me for life. Mom, what the heck happened to my hair? Did I fix it myself? After all, I was in second grade and very capable. My grandma crocheted that groovy vest for me, but who is responsible for the hack job on my hair? Hello, 1970! Who knows where my third grade picture is. We moved so often, changing schools, that I might have missed picture day. Next is my fourth grade mug shot. I must have sworn off bangs by then. Thank goodness for those plastic barrettes to deal with the in-between length. Notice how every year I wore green? Yeah, it's been my favorite color for as long as I can remember. I don't have an actual school pic of me in f...
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Who wouldn't want to celebrate some great times with friends and some yummy food. I think that you are on to something wonderful here...lets celebrate you some more.