Dear Maroon 5,

Thank you for finally releasing your second album.....and thank you for not producing a sucky record.

Love,
Kristi

Dear Readership,

Should I pay out and attend the Mavs v Spurs game while I'm home or pay less and see Mavs v Jazz? Which game would be better? How are each of these teams doing this season? How badly do I want to see Tony Parker, TD, Finley, and Ginobili cry? Please help.

Love,
Kristi

Dear Readership,

Sometimes life pats you on the head and sometimes it kicks you in the shins. My shins hurt.

Love,
Kristi

Dear Jackie,

James Morrison is the free song of the week on iTunes!

Enjoy.
Kristi

Dear Kristin,

Where has your blog gone?

Love,
Kristi

Dear Jack Bauer,

Good luck on the container ship. May your next 24 hours be filled with kick-a killings, roundhouse kicks, and the trust of others.

Love,
Kristi

Dear Readership,

I miss you.

Love,
Kristi

Dear Readership,

This morning a chicken ran straight towards me pecking. I screamed and ran. Just had to share that.

Love,
Kristi

Dear Jackie,

I think the winner is an American named Sara...her liver is toast.

Love,
Kristi

Dear Readership,

I got home ok.

Love,
Kristi

What day is today...you know what happened.

f.

Ode to the Coolest Albino Donut Eater I Know.....i think you know who i'm talking about

Dear Donut-Eater,

So sorry to offend. Did not mean harm in dedicating my last entry to two certain individuals who will remain nameless so as to not offend. As mentioned in the comment to your latest post, your blogging is reaching Oscar-quality levels and I fully intend on doing something amazing with them. Whether it be submitting them to Ellen, the Nobel Prize board, or SNL, something will happen with all that hard work. In honor of Jenny's home video post I was going to put up this amazing old family picture up, but our scanner is on the fritz so I will have to describe it in word.

Imagine a Westberg family photo circa 1988 on the 4th of July. We are all standing in front of my dad's ten speed bike that is decorated for the Plano 4th Ward Annual 4th of July Bike Parade. A sign that says Grand Marshall on the front, circles of red and white crape paper woven through the spokes of his tires, ect. My dad is wearing an American flag top hat, a red shirt and white polyester warm up pants. I am in a red and white striped tee AND shorts. My mom's hair is as big as her head, Jenna is wearing a shirt with some sort of metal embroidered on the pocket, and Jill has on a belt buckle that is covered in red white and blue curly ribbon in a huge wad. It's amazing! I wish I could make the scanner work!

Anyway, that is my big family memory for the day. Needless to say we had a new family picture taken on Wednesday, although I'm not sure it can top the one described above.

Better be off, peace, love and 4th of July bike parades forever!