So another 4th of July has come and gone and this year things felt odd.
It felt like any other day...I blame the fact that stupid Christiansburg had their fireworks SATURDAY night cause the old people of the town council
needed their sleep Sunday night.
My intetions were to go to Radford to watch the fireworks
or maybe just chill at the house all night.
My mother went to a friend/my kindergarten teacher's house.
She forgot the adorkable 4th of July crown I'd let her wear so I put it on and went over to said friend/teacher's house to give it to her.
This was at 6 pm. I arrived home a little before 1am...yeah.
Story to follow. It was an amazing/epic/hilarious night.
I arrive at the house and try to hand the crown over to my mother.
She refuses and I begin joining in on the overall insanity that occurs any time my mom and her friends get together.
I decided to just hang there until I had to go pick up Nate from work (another story to follow about that...sigh.)
and I had a blast, even though I was told I have a great chest by a 70ish year old man and I was the only one the entire night who didn't drink alcohol. Hah. Anyway, it gets dark and we're beginning the fireworks 
when Nate calls for me to come pick him up. I do so and we both return to the party no more than 5 minutes later.
We watched my silly kindergarten teacher's husband set them off like an idiot.
He was never more than 3 feet from the launching pad and he royally messed up THREE rockets.
The first went into the side of their garage and just fizzled. No damage.
The 2nd one went into the roof of their guest house. Again, fizzling and no damage done.
I bet you know where this is going....the 3rd one went straight into a paper bag and set it majorly aflame.
We all freaked out and his children used ice and a water hose to put it out, in the process somehow having a ice/water fight...
The rest of the night we all spent laughing and telling stories on the front of their neighbor/mother/mother-in-law's house.
This lady is 85 years old and she is a spit fire.
I love her dearly.
She told me this entire story about her other neighbor who is 86 and how she worries because the lady is alone too and after all these sympathizing remarks, she says "I hate that bitch."
AMAZING. 
I pray I'll be that awesome at 85.And finally [because this post is getting ridiculously ramble-like I think...] there's the story of why I've been driving my boyfriend to work for the past week....
About a week and a half ago, Nate and I were hanging out when he received a call from his best friend who moved far away about 2 years ago. He was, to say the least, excited. We rushed him home to hang out with his friend. I return home and about 2 hours later Nate and his friend are at my front door with his license plate in Nate's hands. Apparently they had been goofing off in Nate's car near the mall [it had rained earlier that day] Nate lost control of his car and they ended up on top of a bush...the car is still driveable but beaten up. He completely shredded a tire in the process and so he has a spare on it at the moment.
We're waiting for the new tire to come in before he drives it alot so I've been his work driver for over a week now. I don't mind. It's a good excuse to see him everyday.
I hope everyone had a safe and happy 4th of July!!
Peace, Love, and Blessings
~Leah
