changes in our lives

So I been talking with Justin alot about what he wants to do with his life.. Anyways he is always unsure.. He was going to try police academy but that wasnt so grand.. then he was going to try auto mechanic but honestly he makes more money now then if he was to do that. Fire fighter (his friend derreck trying to convince him) his friend derrick finshed Firefighting school and still is having trouble finding a job anyways.. its tough for him to figure it out. I always mentioned the railroads.. PPL make pretty good salaries with the railroads so i always keep that in my mind.. so we looked more into it yesterday and its something he wants to do definately.. if he gets into it sometime next year and finished the curriculum.. which its really a fast pace curriculum he could get a job offer in another state.. which i wouldnt mind moving to a different state at all..nice change of scenery for once.. for all this isnt set in stone and who knows things could change im really looking forward to him changing his career path. The entry pay is really good.. more then what i was hoping for so the move would definately make it worth it.. hopefully he gets in! and finds something :) the pay is all out of pocket though not covered by financial aid but i think its worth it..

Celeste birthday

So Celeste birthday was this past weekend.. she had a blast :) we invited a lot of children and friends.. she got a good share of presents she was happy.. i thiink she was mainly thrilled that lauren gave her some mula.. she seemed to be more wired about that then anything else it was too cute! so overall the day was good! spent toomuch $$ on the party of course :(. Our neighbor kid was very rowdy he was getting on EVERYONES nerves lol... ugh i had to get after him several times! anyways here is a few pics

getting cailyn ready for pinyata



the pinyata was very scary for me lol



her new guitar! its real!
you can see justin playing on Wow >:(


anyways ill share more later!

sometimes i cant help but break down and cry