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Happy 4th of July ...

It't the 4th of July!

Yay, a day to celebrate our freedom ... a day to say I AM AN AMERICAN AND PROUD OF IT. A day that we declared our freedom!!! We are free and we will fight to stay that way! AMEN!!

Then ... have you ever had too many people doing too many things on the 4th of July? We rarely have too many things to do or places to see or people to visit on the 4th, but we've always managed to do something with someone.

Can I say that I hate to fight to see the fireworks? OMG ... it is redunkulious! Is that even a word? It is now. Holy cow ... to sit in traffic for hours and hours, then to fight to get parking, then to sit for hours just until the fireworks start. Then to have to sit in the heat until it was time for the show to start. Ugh ... what if you have to go potty? I am not a super huge fan of the port-a-potty. I go and hover like there is no tomorrow. For some reason I feel like the icky stuff on the seat is jumping off of it to stick to my backside. ... moving on.

The fireworks themselves are amazing and so much fun... it is a beautiful ballet of lights and booms ... crackles and pops. It truly is amazing and so much fun to watch.

Then ... you have to fight to get out of the traffic. UGh ... that is probably the worst part of the whole thing. If you choose to sit and wait to get out of the parking lot you might as well just spend the night wherever you are. Mount Trashmore is the WORST place to see fireworks. I swear that if there was ever a Hurricane warning the same night as the firewoks that no one would survive. true story. LOL ...

So let me stop complaining and get moving ... this year we've opted to wait till the last minute to see the fireworks. Maybe next year when I've had 2 years to recover from the crowd and the heat. Now ... does this make me any less patriotic?

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