It was 2005, in Las Vegas, at the 52nd Annual Milkman's Kids Convention that The Milkman's Daughters found each other. Among the sea of farm raised boys and girls, the four of us stuck out like wolves in a herd of cows. We scanned the room and with a smile we all knew we were different than the other kids. Colleen in her Converses, Ana with drumsticks in her back pocket, Irene in a Rat City Roller Derby tshirt and Natalie with her two toned hair, there was no questioning it... we were sisters. Our dad was a traveling man, delivering milk from the East Coast to Spain, never wanting to stick around long enough to let milk sour. Like him, we weren't ones to stay at home too long either.. we found ourselves in Seattle and discovered that in addition to a deadbeat dad, we also shared a love of music...
NINE YEARS? When the @#$% did that happen? Good gravy... Thank you for the birthday wishes. I miss you terribly and need to see you when you're standing on this part of the world. Are you still at the same number?
One word: ugh. (Is that a word?) So depressed after Sunday. Weather isn't helping. Let's hear it for Spring Training which starts next week! Yahoo!!!!!
Hey Colleen! Man, just suffered through two losses vs. Yankees...what a way to ruin a weekend at Fenway! It was fun to be there, and we actually were there for the Manny walk-off homer last Wednesday! All is pretty well here, howz things with the Daughters?
