Last night we went to The Pizza Factory (which is located inside Fat Cats - a local bowling alley) to celebrate Kayli's 8th birthday.

The kids had fun, we had fun. We allowed the kids to order a drink and they chose Apple Beer.

(Just a side note - I think that I purchase soda 2 or three times a year. I NEVER EVER purchase soda at a restaurant. I am not sure why we agreed.)

So I am sitting there, drinking my Apple Beer (No, it is not alcoholic...) and my tongue started feeling weird. I was sitting next to Noah and I mentioned that my tongue felt all scratchy.

He responded by saying that maybe that's why they call it "Fat Cats."

We are getting fat eating pizza, soda turns the tongue into a cat's tongue.

Makes sense to me.

2007 is over. It has been a most excellent year.

Nobody died.

Everyone is healthy.

Cancer is still gone.

No major surgeries.

School is fantastic.

Rob passed the test (you know, the one he has to pass in order to graduate - it lasted from 7:30 am to 5:30 pm with a half hour lunch break - talk about agony)!

Rob was able to go to the country of my birth.

Kids are a year older and wiser and cuter than ever.

We have electricity and hot water (two of the best things - ever).

I am experiencing life without the constant pain of headaches.

Jacob has been invited to represent his class for the school's Geography Bee.

Kids are still playing piano. They love it. It is fun to hear them playing together. I sometimes cry (it has always been my dream to have my children play the piano together). Noah will start this summer.

(I long gave up the dream of having a tall, musically inclined husband - well, at least he has dark, curly hair - oh, wait, it is still dark - since he cuts it so short).

These posts are going to be fewer and fewer. Life, excellent as it is, has become uber busy. Our whole family is busy with school.

That's all, folks.