To Continue...The Story of the Pink Socks

Melissa is an inspiration to me as well. She has a vey special gift of letting you know how much you mean to her by crafting these every so thoughtful hand made cards, that words cannot describe. They find you with tears streaming and feeling very loved. Her way of always making me laugh, is incredible. But, let's boast a moment about Melissa and her amazing God given talent for making the most amazing salads! You might think leaves, dressing, ehhh it is all the same...No! Her salads are out of this world crazy good. She puts together things you would never think of and it works! Umm, and I am still waiting on the strawberry salad...

How did the pink socks come about? Well, let me give you some background... I was one of the girls who watched and cheered on the guys as we stood around hoping the P.E. teacher did not make us play. Now, I play on our church softball team. How did that happen? Last year I was minding my business keeping score for the team, when I was hit straight to the back of the head by a foul ball. After that I figured I might as well play if I can get hit just sitting here and how bad could it be? Primarily this is a guy's sport in my opinion, so I had to girlie it up. Keri and I were talking about needing a distraction since we were not very versed in the ways of softball. She talked about striped softball pants, and well pink socks just came to me. I wanted to support the ladies that were playing and help figure out what our distraction should be and well pink socks became the way to do that. The pink socks have become an entity of their own in our softball team. Men, yes men ask me about them all the time and say they would wear them. Melissa...on the other hand...does not care for my pink socks. I am working on her, I will wear her down...She will come to love the pink socks too.