
This is a blog dedicated to you Crystal. Twillaby farquar, Cree Taw Taw, booger nugget, Christy Mcnickel, bambi, and the list could go on. I have decided not to blog about myself or Sawyer today but rather pay special tribute to my sister Crystal. Crystal you are so far away right now and just thought I would bring you back for a little reminiscing. Back to simpler times when the only things we worried about was whose room to meet in to have our late night giggle sessions, not to mix our lego together, and who will win a rockin' tournament of big Birtha. In the words (almost) of Reba, "here's some little stories to help you understand"
First of all, picture yourself back in Hawaii....oh wait. Here's a little picture to help you! You were so...so....stylin'. We were the bomb, both "to sexy for the beach". We were the envy of all those Japanese tourists. I am sure once they got back to Japan, new trends were conceived, from none other than us of course.

I have a BUNDLE of 'pee your pants' funny stories that I could share with everyone. Also some very good pictures of an era when sweat pants, leg warmers, long shirts with tails and scrunchies were in. All these outfits of course, accessorized with a long strand of pastel beads that could be wrapped around your neck 50 times. In your case, I guess leg warmers and panties, accessorized with a fashionable pair of blue rubber gloves. Oh but don't forget about the "New Kids on the Block" t-shirts. Hangin' Touch rocks man!!!!

Oh how I remember the sleep overs. We played "hi I am Bob the alcoholic". Who ever came up with that anyway? We would watch Saturday Night Live, our first encounter with the great Mary Katherine Gallagher. She was our inspiration, our role model. To this day we can both appreciate the goodness of our own pits. You would talk and talk and talk for hours into the night. When my eyes would close you would shout "Cheryl, Cheryl you sleepin'". I would always reply with "no, just resting my eyes". then the talking would continue on and on and on........I heard everything you said, really!!
I would like to believe that you have me to thank for saving your life at the Royal Fork buffet. Man, that chicken can kill you. If I were you, I would leave anything that has the texture of dehydrated puppy poop alone. Thank goodness you were just "gagging".
Crystal, these are just a few of the special memories, created for a life time of enjoyment. I want to thank you for each and everyone of them. Not only were you fun to hang out with, but you kept me young, brought out the kid in me and kept it there (maybe too long). So really I have you to thank for me being so immature!!! I miss you very much, as we all do. I can hardly wait for your return home to add to the multitudinous treasured moments. We all love you and miss you. Gods speed my love, Gods speed!