Lesson learned.

My last conversation with my dad. I feel so unbelievably lucky that I had the opportunity to say what I did to him. I remember that exact moment like it was yesterday. I kind of have to thank my stepmother. Sure that moment was a huge stepping stone into my intense dislike for her but if she hadn't said what she did, I wouldn't have ever said what I did.

*Little side note - Click on the page and you can see where Jackson got all that hair from!

* Another little side note -  I spelled conversation wrong on my layout and of all places in the title! I caught it when I took the picture and then forgot to go back and take another with the word fixed. I came back inside after I took the picture and there on my scrap table was a sad little blue "n" that somehow got squeezed out. That's what I get for working in the wee hours of the night! 


Whenever I make a page about my dad I get so mad at the very small amount of pictures I have of him. A few racing pictures, some random goofy ones... I only have 5 of him and Drew, one of which is out of focus. I wasn't really scrapbooking that often then so I didn't have the constant "Oh, get a picture of this!" flashing through my brain like I do now. I would take tons of Drew but I just never even thought to take a lot of everyone else. Big, huge regret.