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...in the beginning...

We are the Hillary family. I can't actually claim all of us to be Hillarys, we've meshed with the Stimpsons, the Doxstaders, the Merrimans, and the Lowreys - but the more you hang around us the more we kind of rub off on you, and poof - you become a Hillary. Which, after reading some of the things that we do might sound like a pretty frightening thing. The disclaimer is that I cannot embarrass any of my children, and I promised. Then I uncrossed my fingers. We love the following people in our family.... Del & Nicole, Matt & Bethany & Drew, Em, and the Noahman Ashley & Mike and Baby Mackadamia and soon to be..., Mandy & Ryan, J-man and Dimples, and Ryan and Katie - yes we own two Ryans! Not pictured: Zoey the German Shephard, Opi the newly adopted puppy, BG & Baby Red the Macaws (the latter two Zoey would eat if put in the same picture). Welcome to our Blog. Don't take us too seriously.... life is meant to have a never ending, bottomless tub of buttered popcorn and laughter.

Friday, March 6, 2009

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The hospital wouldn't let me keep my mom's toe - it was almost 80 years old - what were THEY going to do with it? Big shout out to my sister in law Terri who braved taking her to the

hospital, sitting through the surgery, picking up the pain killers, and rejoicing because mom didn't have her hearing aids in and couldn't hear a word she said - I wouldn't have held back about then! Somewhere in a zip lock bag is my mom's toe. After we played with it - we would have buried it under a tree or even next to the dead parakeets and hermit crabs, and er, the hamster even - but NO - it's in a dumpster somewhere. What a waste of red polish. Love ya mom - and thank you Eric and Terri! Keep her drugged up ok? She's so funny that way!! Wait - here's an extra one for you - perhaps we could borrow one from this foot! Give 'playin' footsie a whole new concept eh?

I know that anyone who has been following my silly blogs lately know that I've been pretty much tilting right over the edge of insanity. Laughter is my coping mechanism - that, and sleep - of which I haven't had enough of so the laughter has had to work overtime. After seeing this latest blog you might wonder if being crazy is a genetic disorder - to which I am happy to say....