Okay, so this is like an ongoing issue that I've always had, is my parents, never seem to like my friends. Like never. A lot of it is because I had a lot of queer friends, and my parents are like, very conservative, so they would just like never let them come over. Whenever I mentioned their names they would like, get freaked out. Actually my parents one time went through my phone and then like, made me promise to delete those friends’ numbers and never talk to them again. Obviously, I did not do that. I just chat with them all over Discord and it's chill. And now we still use Discord to this day. So yeah, by telling me that I can't hang out with my friends, that's just gonna make my friends not like you, it's not gonna make me stop hanging out with my friends. And the funny thing is, is that my parents were like, "It doesn't matter, they're just high school friends, they're not going to talk to you after." Well guess what? Those are the friends that still talk to me after high school, are all the ones my parents didn't like.

And of course, across the street, when we moved here, was another couple that had actually lived in the same apartments as we did while we were building the house, they lived there also. And I was pregnant and she was pregnant, and our daughters were born a week apart. They are still friends, we are all still friends. And when my husband had to have stomach surgery in the middle of the night, I called her and said, "Can you come over and stay with my kids so I can take [Name] to the hospital because he's really sick, and I don't know what else to do. I need to go to the emergency room." And she said, "Yep, I'll be there." And she just came over and she says, "I'm just wearing my pajamas," and I said, "I don't really care what you wear." And she came over and climbed in our bed and stayed with -- and the kids came and climbed in bed with her and she stayed there until we got back -- I got back like a couple hours later. It was a horrible night and I appreciated her forever. When her mother died, I kept her kids so they didn't have to be at the funeral home the entire time and all the rest of that. When her kids -- and she has grandkids and I make them toys. I -- I'm a crocheter of course, and I like to make toys for kids, so I do that and I have made her grandkids toys. I just made her grandson, who's three, a turtle, and got him a couple of books about turtles. And, um, so, I like my neighbors. I like my neighbors very, very much.

And this week I am very, very thankful for food banks, let me tell you. I went to I believe three this week and got some great stuff, some stuff that can really help us out. I went to three food banks and got some stuff that can really help us out over the next few weeks. We got some fresh fruit, some fresh vegetables, five pounds of halal beef, that was a great blessing. We got some bagged -- some, you know how you can get canned chicken, canned tuna, well this is like bagged chicken -- it's like white chicken breast but it's like vacuum sealed in bags, you know, it's kind of like the canned stuff. But we can use that to make chicken pot pies and stuff like that, chicken soup. And a lot of you know boxed goods, things like, you know, rice and beans and all that kind of good stuff, of course. And we got -- we had a couple really good licks. Actually, the one I went to out in [city], there wasn't very many people. Usually, when you go to these food banks, the ones that have the trucks, there can be a hundred, two hundred people in line, even more. One we went to last Saturday, that one easily had three hundred cars in line, like, I know people didn't get food, that broke my heart and that's a testament to how hard times are for folks right now, is just exactly how many people are at these food banks. But the one I went to in [city], I think a lot of people don't go to those ones on the far side of [city] because they just either just don't trust it or think it's a sketchy area or you know, whatever. And I'll tell you the truth, when I pulled up to get in line, I saw a skunk. I thought there was a skunk, or my gran used to call them a pole cat. Out on the, down on the side of the road where I was pulling up. And then I looked to my right and I wish I could send a picture through this because I took a picture of it. There was about twenty jugs of urine, laying like underneath some trees and bushes, just on the side of the road, and they weren't…