Good morning all.  Greg is motorcycling with his friends today and I am going shopping.  He wanted me to go with him as a few wives were going, but they were planning on riding about 175 miles and my body just can&#39;t take that.  We are going to dinner at a new mexican restaurant that just opened up this past week, when he gets home.  I am going to go get him some shorts today and also going to look for a trampoline.  Scotty has been wanting one so we decided last night to buy one of those with the netting all the way around it for the backyard.  I looked online and WalMart had them but it said they were not available in most stores but you can buy it online and have it shipped to the nearest store which is less than a mile away.  Toys R Us also shows them so I need to call and see if they have them in the stores.  If so, I will go look at them.  Guess I will be driving Greg&#39;s truck, just in case.  <br /><br />27 yrs. ago today, I went into labor with our youngest child.  He was actually born on Memorial Day, which was the 31st in 1982 - just a bit after midnight.  My mom and stepdad had a weekend place on the lake, about an hr. outside of Tulsa at the time and Greg, Gregory and I had gone up for the holiday weekend.  It was late Sunday evening and we were all out on the boat - Greg and my stepdad were catching fish like crazy and my mom and I were playing with Gregory, who was 17 months old at that time.  I kept getting these twinges, but they did not hurt and my mom was keeping an eye on her wrist watch and telling me that I should get to the hospital.  I said that I had been in labor before (with Gregory) and I knew how bad it was and these tiny twinges - almost like someone pushing on my stomache - were definitely not it, and I imagine it was just something I had eaten.  Besides, Greg was having such a good time catching fish that I did not want to make him stop for nothing.  We were about 45-60 minutes out from the dock and then another hr. or so to the hospital, so finally she spoke up, against my wishes, and told him that she thought it was time for me to go.  By the time we got to the hospital, I was dilated to an 8, so it was too late for an epidural.  It is so hard to believe that my baby will turn 27 tomorrow - where did all the years go???  <br /><br />Well, better get myself moving....have a great day everyone.