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Missing you so much...
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The Light Shines On in Heaven A life well-lived is like a light so beautiful and rare, That everyone within its glow is blessed because it's there. And though the light goes out on earth, in Heaven it shines still, And the beauty it revealed to us lives on and always will.
B.J. yours was a life well lived. We were always so proud of you and we will always be.
WE MISS YOU MORE WITH EACH PASSING DAY.
B.J. you did color your life and everyone elses in such a wonderful and beautiful way. We will love you and miss you forever until we join you in Heaven one day. Oh what a day that will be!
B.J. also has a memory site at
Completeness of a life is not measured in length only, it is measured in the deeds and commitments that give a life purpose. Wayne & Buck's memory rock at B.J.'s grave
Beginning here I am going to share special memories of B.J. I hope they bring a smile to anyone that sees/reads them.
B.J. you lived such a good life...one that we're so very proud of you for. You were loved by so many and I know you made such an impact on so many people. You may not have changed the World for Everyone...but you sure changed the World for me! You'll be loved and missed forever!
We recieved a beautiful gift when we were blessed with B.J. He was born on May 17,1984 in Ft. Worth Texas. How blessed we are to have had him with us for as long as we did. I put this picture in daisies because for some reason everytime I see a daisey it makes me think of B.J. Maybe it's because they are so simple yet so perfect and that's the way B.J. is/was.
This was taken on B.J.'s first Christmas. He was 7 months old here. I've always thought he looked like the little bug that him and his sister Amanda are riding on. LOL Just look at his little round face and chubby cheeks!
When B.J. was about a year old I found him playing with a dead mouse! Thank God it wasn't wet with slobbers!
One time when B.J. was just about a year old we were living in a trailer house (not a little one like this...I just thought this one was kinda cute) and I left him and his sister Amanda that was 2 years old together in the house while I went outside and hung laundry out to dry. Well in just a minute Amanda decided to follow me out there. That would have been alright except that left B.J. all alone and he played with the door latch on the glass front screen door and got it to lock. He was too little to know how to unlock it so we were locked out! I had to take Amanda around to a bedroom window and lift her up through it so she could go unlock the door. Thankfully she understood what I wanted even though she was only 2 at the time! Trust me...we didn't let that happen anymore. LOL
When B.J. was little he had this little baseball cap. He loved it! He would wear it all the time. He would even wear it to bed and I would have to wait until he went to sleep to take it off of him.
I guess the first snow B.J. ever got to enjoy was when he was 3 years old. It wasn't much but him and his sister Amanda was able to build a couple of little snowmen about one foot tall. I guess when you're a kid it just doesn't take a lot to make you happy.
When B.J. was about 4 years old we were all outside and I heard him yelling. When I went to see what was wrong he said...That snake licked my boot! Sure enough there was a snake there and I guess it must have stuck out its tongue just as B.J. walked up on it and he thought it was licking his boot.
Many hours were spent playing with the little Red Barn and animals. When B.J. was a teenager he finally got rid of it but I still have the little horse. I'll never get rid of it!
B.J. loved his Army Airplane. He always kept hanging from a string in his room even after he was grown. Now it hangs in his little brother Johnathan's room and tends to "peg" me in the head when I go in there at night to check on him while he's sleeping. I can just hear B.J. chuckle eerytime it does!
B.J. loved cows when he was little. I remember he went through a time that he wanted anything we could find that had even a picture of a cow on it.
When B.J. was in Kindergarten him and his sister Amanda were playing and he tripped her and when she fell down she got a tooth knocked out! "OUCH" She never did forget it either!
I never grew tired of the flowers B.J. picked for me. I remember most of them were just the flower with no stem and everyone of them were so sweet!
B.J. Graduated from Kindergarten in the big town of Valentine, Texas.
B.J. always wanted a burr cut when he was little and I finally gave in and let him have his first one the summer he was 6 years old. Isn't he cute!?!
The only dog or for that matter the only pet B.J. ever owned was a little black and white dog he proudly named "Beethoven" after the movie Beethoven. Oh how he loved that dog! We had him for a good while and then someone we think poisoned it. It just got sick and was gone before we could even try to do something for him. It made B.J. sad but he sure enjoyed his dog while he had him.
B.J. loved his buddy Brother Jimmy. He called him his son. He is one little guy I'll never get rid of. We had an Assistant Pastor at our church when B.J. was little name Jimmy Sellers. B.J. loved this man and when he got his buddy doll he named him Brother Jimmy after our Assistant Pastor. I remember one time B.J.'s Dad went in to tell B.J. good night and Brother Jimmy was laying there in the way and Bobby picked him up and pitched him off of the bed. B.J. got so upset and came unglued on his Dad. He told him "don't you ever throw my son on the floor again!" That was one of the very few times I ever saw B.J. mad. He was just a little guy but he was ready to take his Daddy down for mistreating his buddy. Oh he would have made such a good Daddy! Also one time when he was in the hospital (Brother Jimmy went with him to the hospital every time) we were in the ER and he would tell one nurse or doctor that his name was Bobby and his little friend was Jimmy. Then the next doctor or nurse would come in and call him Bobby and he would tell them "I'm not Bobby I'm Jimmy and point at his buddy and say that's Bobby". And so it went like that one time he was Jimmy and the next time he was Bobby. I finally had to make him stop because he was causing them to get frustrated. LOL Another time he was in the hospital in the Intensive Care and there was another bed in there with no one in it and a curtain to pull closed around it. Well B.J. and I put Brother Jimmy under the covers in his bed and bunched the covers up to make it look like it was him. We covered Jimmy's head. Then B.J. got over on the other side of the room and pulled the curtain closed. When his dialysis nurse (a young man) came in to do his dialysis he found who he thought was B.J. in the bed with the covers over his head. Well I had this terrible look on my face because I was trying to keep from laughing and he thought something had happened to B.J. is why I could just look at him and shake my head when he asked what was wrong as he looked from me to the bed where Jimmy was under the covers. The poor guy nearly jumped out of his skin when he finally got brave enough to pull back the covers and saw B.J.'s black buddy there. Oh man it was too funny! B.J. jumped from behind the curtain and laughed like an idiot at him. I don't think he was just overly enthused with us but it sure was funny and he took it in stride. And to think B.J. was sick enough to be in Intesive Care!
On April 7,1992 when B.J. was only 7 yrs. old the Lord filled him with the baptism of the Holy Ghost with the evidence of speaking in tongues. Then on August 16,1992 B.J. was baptized in the name of Jesus for the remission of his sins! Bro. David Mullins baptized him in our horse trough baptismal tank at the Goldthwaite Evangelism Center UPC.
Thank you Bro. & Sis. Mullins for the big part you both played in helping make sure B.J. made Heaven his Eternal home.
The year B.J. was 9 years old all he wanted for Christmas was a new toolbox. He never was one to ask for a lot but he really wanted a toolbox that year. Well we got him one but we didn't wrap it and put it under the tree because we knew he would know what it was and we wanted to surprise him. So we wrapped a Mac & Cheese box instead with a note in it telling him to go look on his bed. When we got the kids all into the living room to open the presents I went and put the toolbox on his bed. We could tell as he was unwrapping his gifts that he looked so sad but wouldn't say anything about his disappointment. When he opened that Mac & Cheese box and read the note the look on his face was priceless! He jumped up and ran to his room and the next thing we know he's yelling and running back to the living room with the look of sheer joy on his face! He was so excited he forgot to bring the toolbox with him. LOL Our little boy was so happy. He never did get rid of that toolbox. I'm so thankful for such sweet memories of my Buddy.
One night when B.J. was around 10 years old everyone was in bed and I heard a noise in the kitchen so I got up to see what it was. When I got in there no one was around but the jug of milk was sitting in the floor in front of the refrigerator. I walked down the hall just in time to see B.J. getting back into his bed. He had been sleep walking!
B.J. was such an amazing little boy. He went from a wheel chair to running "Speed Limit" and we were all so proud of him for never giving up!
Our poor little Buddy. When he was young he walked with a waddle kind of like a duck waddles. We use to sing Weebles wobble but they don't fall down... B.J. wobbles and he does fall down! It sounds mean I know but we weren't trying to be mean. We were helping to remind him to practice not woddling. By the time he was a teenager he Waddled No More!
Boys must love to torment their sisters. He would ask the girls if he could play with them or they would ask him to play and it never failed he would pull off their barbie dolls heads and put the clothes on backwards!
I have no idea who's underwear B.J. and Daniel put on but they were big enough for both of them!
B.J. was forever coming up with something to make us laugh. This time it was fighting with Marvin the Martian over his hat!
When B.J. was around 14 or 15 years old he was going to show us he could jump rope. You have to understand that because of all the health problems he had he use to not be able to get both feet off of the floor at the same time so to be able to jump rope was a big achievement. Well, he jumped and caught both of his feet with the rope and fell flat on his face! After we knew he was alright we laughed long and hard. We never did let him live that one down. It was just too funny!
B.J. got an early start singing specials at church from the time he was probably 6 years old. It paid off and when he turned 14 years old he joined the Praise and Worship Leadership and sang on the platform until he went to Heaven at the age of 19 1/2 years old. He absolutely loved to sing and he used his talent to worship the Lord.
Just a few days before B.J. turned 15 years old he had to start having peritoneal dialysis. His nurse that was in charge of training him and his care was a Porto Rican lady name Carmen. Her English was fine but she didn't always know the right way to say things. One time she was talking about something (I can't remember what) and she said "White people do do that". Well B.J. and his cousin Daniel just lost it! They thought that was so funny! I kept trying to get them to stop but they just kept right on repeating it over and over...white people dodo that...white people dodo that and laughing like they didn't have good sense! Carmen could only shake her head and roll her eyes. I don't think she ever did figure out what they thought was so funny. Anyway, I was taking pictures and B.J. told me to take one of him in the bathroom cause "White people dodo that"! That crazy boy of mine, as you can see he went in the bathroom and poised by the toilet! B.J. was still with us for another 4 1/2 years and he would still out of the blue sometimes say in response to something that was said..."White people dodo that"! He's been gone for almost 5 years now and I can remember many times sinse he's been gone that someone in our family will right out of the blue say..."White people dodo that"! Oh that boy, what a memory to leave us! LOL
It didn't matter what difficulties life dealt B.J. he always kept a smile on his face and joy in his heart. These picture were taken on or around his 15th birthday that he spent in the hospital. That's just the way our son was. Give him Lemons and he would make that Lemonade and share it!
B.J. was hilarious when he would get on his knees and pretend to be a midget. He just kept us rolling all the time. He even got his little sister Sarah to join in the fun with him often. That boy of ours was an absolute nut and we loved him just the way he was.
B.J. had brittle bones because of all the health problems he had so he wasn't suppose to do anything that might cause him an injury. Riding a bike is one of the things he "was not" suppose to do as for as his doctors were concerned. But...we let him anyway because we wanted him to have as normal a life as possible. We did want him to be careful but we were not going to take his childhood away from him. Well, one day he came in the house and he was scratched up all over his body! That goofy kid had been riding his bike and pulling his little sister Kayla on an old race cart they had. They had been in the road but when he pulled into the yard her cart hit the sidewalk and came to an abrupt stop. Well the only place for B.J. to go was over the handle bars of his bike and into my rose bush! Like I said the poor kids was scrated up all over. Now you would think that that happening one time would be enough for anybody right? Not B.J. he ended up doing the very same thing again later! Oh that boy of ours, he sure did enjoy living!
As I've already said, B.J. kept us laughing all the time. He was always coming up with silly things and so many times we would tell him to stop cause we were already laughing so much. One of those many times he made the comment...Just call me Butter I'm on a Roll! Needless to say it just made us laugh more and from that point on I called him "Butter" often.
That silly boy of ours. Sometimes we would leave him in charge of taking "care" of his two little sisters Kayla and Sarah. More than once he would talk Sarah into letting him and Kayla tie her up in a little chair of hers and tie her to a post that was in her room. Then he would tell her if she told on them he would do it again next time. She always told, he always got in trouble, and he always did it again! The nut!
Those crazy cousins! Our girls talked B.J. and Daniel into dressing up and letting them take pictures. They took turns being the man and woman. We lost the film and never got the pictures developed until after B.J. went to Heaven so he never got to see them. I can just imagine what he must be thinking of his Mama putting these on here for everybody to see! Knowing B.J. he's just still laughing!
B.J. and his Dad love TAZ! And one of B.J.'s favorite saying was Wazzup?!!
When we would have corndogs for a meal I would always ask B.J. how many he wanted. He would always tell me he wanted one. I would then tell him that one wasn't enough so he would say he wanted three. Then I would tell him that three was too many. By that time he would be frustrated and say if you're going to fix me two anyway why do you ask me everytime? LOL I would always laugh at him and tell him I was "trying" to teach him something and he just wasn't learning. We did this every time we had corndogs and it became something that was just expected to happen and it did!
Remember I started calling B.J. "Butter"? Well one night I told him good night "Butter" and he said night "Syrup" It caught me by surprise but I loved it! From that time on it was how we said good night every night. We were like "Syrup" and "Butter", we were just meant to go together!
B.J. had 3 friends that he counted as his best. One was his cousin Daniel. Then there was Henry and Poncho. But I can't leave out his little sister Kayla. Her and B.J. were more than just brother and sister...they were very close friends as well that did almost everything together.
What a special young man our B.J. is. We miss him more with each day that passes. Oh what a day it will be when we get to spend forever with him!
B.J. had to work extra hard to get through school. He missed so many days and had so many health problems to work around. But... OUR BUDDY DID IT AND WE WERE AND STILL ARE SO VERY PROUD OF HIM!
It was so funny, B.J.'s Dad threw a tennis ball at B.J. just after he got his diploma and was coming off of the football field. B.J. just smiled and kept right on walking like nothing happened. He didn't go back for the ball until after everything was over.
B.J. use to help me with children's church at our church and I made him and my other kids stick horses to ride. B.J.'s was made out of a mop and he named it Prince. Several years later he was helping someone else with children's church and out came Prince for him to ride. He was 18 years old at the time! LOL Well I think it could only happen to B.J. That mop horse bucked him off and hurt his leg! Actually he tripped himself while prancing around on Prince. Anyway we picked on him all the time telling him that he was the only person we have ever known that had gotten bucked off of a stick horse! As usual he took it in stride. Poor B.J., it took going to Heaven to get his leg healed because it never did heal here during the year and a half that he was still here.
About a year before B.J. went to Heaven he was up in our attic helping his Dad do some work. Well, his Dad lost his footing and fell through the ceiling in our bedroom and was caught hanging there. When it happened B.J. threw down the hammer he was using and hurried and made his way to his Dad to help him before he ended up dropping the rest of the way through and getting hurt even more. All things said and done the hammer was forgotten about but there were times later that his Dad wondered where his hammer was. About 2 years after B.J. went to Heaven Bobby was back up in the attic and found his hammer. Oh the special memories that came flooding back of a Father and Son working together and of a Son that loved his Dad and hurried to help him when he needed him to.
B.J. and his brother and sisters always loved each other. Oh there were times they fussed and argued like all brothers and sisters do but the love was always there and was always quick to be shown to each other.
One of Sarah's favorite memories is the time spent with B.J. when he would make cheese fries for her and Kayls and himself and they would spend time together talking or playing something like monopoly.
There is so many different things in life that has memories of B.J. tied up in them. Here are just a few!
That nutty son of mine...One time the dentist office called to set up a teeth cleaning appointment for B.J. Well B.J. was the one that answered the phone and the lady thought it was me and called him by my name (Cindy). He just kept right on talking to her as if he was me and never let her know any different. He thought it was big fun letting her believe he was me. I told him well Buddy, it's because I have a deep voice...not because you have a feminine one. He didn't care either way, he just thought it was funny! We did sound so much alike on the phone, people always got us confused.
B.J. started working at SNT with his Dad in July of "02 right after he graduated from High School. He worked with him for the next year and a half until he went to Heaven. He was always a good worker...a son his Dad was always so proud of!
Oh B.J.'s Glitter Bug! It was awful and he loved it! Of course he didn't call it his Glitter Bug but I did. You could see that boy coming a mile away! It was 4 different shades of boat paint orange that glittered. Definitely one of a kind just like B.J.
B.J. loved to listen to Kirk Franklin's songs. I remember his last Christmas with us that was all he would tell us he wanted for Christmas was this CD...whatch lookin 4. He could have just bought it himself but he didn't. I will forever remember the look on his face when he opened it.
B.J. never ate very much candy but when he did he liked Hersheys Milk Chocolate Bars!
One time B.J. was holding Johnathan and together they were half laying half sitting in a laundry basket and I heard him ask Johnathan...What do you call a boy in a basket? Then he gave him the answer...a basket case! LOL He was a basket case and we loved him just the way he was!
B.J. loved to go camping on the Colorado River. He use to go hicking up in the cliffs and see just how many gray hairs he could put on his Mama's head! He would get so high up we would have to us binoculers to find him up there. Scary!
On May 6th 2003 B.J.'s Dad Bobby gave B.J. a very special gift. He gave him one of his own kidneys in hopes of giving B.J. a better quality of life. For nearly 7 months it did. B.J. got to enjoy a freedom he had never had and he loved it. What a special bond it formed in them. Oh how his Dad loved him and wanted him to live a long wonderful life!
This is the last Mother's Day gift B.J. bought for me. He was in the hospital then just having had his kidney transplant. He wanted me and his little brother Johnathan to go with him to the gift shop and he picked this out for him and Johnathan to give me for Mother's Day. We also went to the cafeteria and had hamburgers and fries for my Mother's Day meal since he couldn't leave to take me somewhere else. To me it was perfect and a special time spent with him that I'll always cherish.
One of the times that B.J. was in the hospital after having his transplant I bought some of the bubbles that don't pop easy to help keep Johnathan entertained. Well, I decided B.J. needed some in his hospital room so I blew lots and lots of them for him. He thought they were pretty cool because when they landed they didn't pop so his room just sparkled with little bubbles everywhere. As it turned out I had to leave for a little while and the doctor showed up to check on B.J. and he got some kind of mad. When I came back B.J. told me and he thought it was funny. I told him I was sorry he had to listen to the doctor gripe over something I had done and he told me it was alright...his doctor needed to just lighten up a little cause those bubbles weren't hurting anyone. B.J. was always a good patient but sometimes that doctor sure tried to rub him the wrong way! LOL
B.J. loved Dr Pepper. That was one of the good things that came from having his transplant. He could drink all the Dr Pepper he wanted and he did! Before his transplant he was limited to a very small amount.
The summer before B.J. went to Heaven he bought his little brother some new clothes. The only problem was, Johnathan was still not even 2 years old and the clothes B.J. bought him were way too big. I told him B.J., he won't grow into them until he's probably 6 years old. He just said that's ok...he can wear them then. Now the summer Johnathan is 6 years old...5 years after B.J. bought them, Johnathan is finally able to wear them! I know B.J. must be smiling. Johnathan is so happy to have something to wear now that his brother bought for him.
One time B.J. went with me (to protect me)
B.J. loved Lays Brand Potato Chips. But one day he decided he was going to prove them wrong when they say no on can eat just one. He opened that bag and ate just one and would not give in and eat another one out of that bag. He thought he was something else being able to prove them wrong. LOL
Around here a big thing to do is to go toilet papering your friends houses. Needless to say B.J. loved doing it. One of his favorite running buddies was his friend Stephanie. Oh the fun they had together! She told me just recently about what he did to her one time when they were out having their fun. She said while she was still busy toilet papering he went and got in his car and came driving by blaring down on his horn and she got caught! I can just see him doing that to her. LOL
Do boys ever really grow up? Judgeing by our boy the answer is No! One of my favorite memories of B.J. is during the summer before he left. He was lying on the couch and I pitched him a pair of his little brother Johnathan's sun glasses and told him to let me see what he looked like with them on. Kayla was recording him with a movie camera and I guess he didn't want to be seen wearing them or just didn't want to put them on. Anyway, I had a little plastic cookie jar and cookies of Johnathan's and I was throwing them across the room at B.J. and everytime I'd throw a piece I'll tell him to put em on and he would just laugh and ignore me. When I ran out of anything to throw I told him I was giving him to the count of three and then I was going to come tickle him until he wet his pants. He let me go 1 - 2 - 3 and when I got up to get him he jumped up and ran out the door to get away from me. I thought he was gone and about that time he popped his head back in the door and laughed again and ran back outside. Kayla got it all on tape and I'm so glad she did. I love to watch it and hear his laughter.
I'm crazy I know, but I just had to put some of B.J.'s favorite foods here. After all...it's what my Buddy liked!
Another one of B.J.'s favorites was Pizza. I just bet he never thought his Mom would make him be on one! LOL
B.J. didn't care much for cake so every year he would ask for chocolate pudding pie with cool whip on top in a graham cracker crust for his birthday. On his little brother Johnathan's second birthday which was right before B.J. went to Heaven, he told Johnathan... If you will ask for a chocolate pie on your birthday all the time like I do then we will be gaureented at least 4 pies a year. One for each of our birthdays and one for Thanksgiving and Christmas. So far that's what Johnathan has aked for and I will make a chocolate pie on B.J.'s birthday and for Thankdsgiving and Christmas in his memory for as long as I am able to.
When B.J. was about 3 years old his Granny took him and some of the other grandkids out and showed them what colici rocks are. She told them that she use to "eat" colici rocks and let them try em out. As bad as that might have been...what was even worse is B.J. would eat all kinds of rocks. By the time we moved back to Goldthwaite when B.J. was 6 years old and I took him to the dentist here the dentist thought B.J. had a problem of grinding his teeth in his sleep. He nearly fell over when I told him no...he eats rocks and it grinds his teeth down! That boy never did completely stop eating rocks. A lot of the time he just sucked on them. The doctor thought it was because his body was craving the minerals in them. Either way, in the 19 1/2 years B.J. was here...he never had a cavity! LOL I think it's because he kept them ground off before they had a chance to form a cavity.
B.J. and his younger sister Kayla use to talk about going to Australia together. B.J. would always tease her and say that he was going to make her eat a kangaroo burger when they went. She woud get so upset at him because she loved kangaroos and not because she thought they would taste good! LOL He sure loved picking on his sister. Just an everyday brother!
B.J. was always tracing his hand...mostly his left one since he was right handed and then decorating it all kinds of cool ways. He would do other peoples hands as well and none of them were done the same way. Look in the red hand and you can see an upsidedown heart and the word love made into it. These two pictures of my Buddy's hands are my favorite.
The last time we had taken B.J. for a doctor's appt. in Galveston we were on our way home and B.J. and his Dad were playing the "windmill game".
Revenge...how sweet it is! On that same trip to Galveston when B.J. moved to the back seat so I couldn't reach him I got even! I had been on my feet all day and they were hurting so I pulled my shoes off. It didn't take but a minut for B.J. to asked "Who's stinky feet do I smell?" Now normally I wouldn't share this kind of info but like I said Revenge is Sweet and the memory of it is worth the embarassment of stinky feet.
When B.J. was a teenager the Youth from our Church would decorate the trees around our Court House with lights for the Christmas Season as a fund raiser for their Youth trips durning the month of November. The last year they did it before B.J. left I went down and helped them. Oh it was awful! Birds would roost in those trees so you can just imagine what it was like crawling up in them to hang those lights. Well there's this silly song we use to sing when B.J. was still here about a man singing at an outside Church Revival. While he was singing a bug flew in his mouth and he just gulped it down and kept on singing without ever missing a beat. The main course goes like this... If eating bugs would save a soul, I'd eat a bunch now don't you k |
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when I was getting new tires put on my van. When we were coming home we got stopped at the rail road crossing cause a train was coming. It was funny because both of us without the other knowing was going to count the number of boxcars on it. Well it went like this...1 2 and no more! Both of us jerked our heads at each other at the same time and said that only had 2 cars! We thought it was pretty cool because neither one of us knew the other was going to count them and neither of us had ever seen a train with only 2 boxcars. Like the picture, it was an engine pulling an engine. I never saw another one like it either until B.J. had been gone for almost 4 years. When I did, it was when his two younger sister's were going on an out of state youth trip and I was so upset because B.J. wasn't here to go with them. Well, we were getting everyone loaded up to leave and we hear a train blowing it's whistle at the same crossing B.J. and I had been at and low and behold it was just an engine pulling an engine! It was our sign that B.J. was there to go watch over his little sisters! Since then, everytime I hear a train blow it's whistle my heart smiles and I say hi Buddy, I love you.
That's where they see who can find the most windmills. I hated playing because I could never spot them first. Well they decided they were going to team up "against" me and I was refusing to play. I kept telling them to stop so they would say things like...there's one of those things with blades that turn but I'm not saying what it is. Or...there's one of those things we're "not" looking for and such as that. They were making me crazy! Well I couldn't do too much to Bobby since he was driving but I unbuckled and turned around leaning over the seat and started tickling B.J. He was laughing so much but wouldn't stop. I told him I was going to tickle him till he wet his clothes (he was always very ticklish) so he jumped up and jumped into the back seat so I couldn't reach him. Oh his laughter, I miss it so much!
I said B.J. my feet hurt and he said well they stink so put your shoes back on. I put them back on for just a few minutes then slipped them right back off again. From the back seat came MA PUT YOUR SHOES BACK ON! Did I listen to him? NO I DIDN'T! 