Putting the C in CVS...

After a two week house (interior) painting job (which I will blog about later), I am happy to report that our family purged and cleaned house. Much of our items are now on Craig's list or in the dump.

In my case, cleaning the closet was an exercise in itself. I was able to part with a few old rags and some that were no longer in style. With the help, (ahh hem) of my thirteen year old daughter, I parted with a lot of outdated fashion.

And, yes, she parted with my old Bebe jacket, a couple of my favorite tee shirts and a purse. I also learned that I didn't look good in most of my wardrobe. According, to a thirteen year old.

I did however, find a couple "pearls" in the back of my closet. A pair of old Levi's which fit great and some old athletic spandex. YES, I kept them. Who wouldn't? I happened to look great in them (1995) and now that they are prominently placed in the front of my closet, I can grab them in the early morning and get the kids to school...quite fashionably.

Honestly, I put them on and imagine walking down the hall to the workout room, and getting 30min. on the treadmill. An early morning workout...

Somehow, a sandwich needs making, a hair style is requested, homework needs completion and in short order...its time to head out the door for school.

In my spandex. Looking very 90's. Much to the family's dismay. I guess they fail to appreciate a SOLID GOLD Dancer when they see one.

Max kindly offered that I needn't walk into the school office with him today. He has to turn in his Student Council election form. Guess he didn't want so much attention paid to him. Then, he said, "Mom, your pants are so cheap, you lost the C in CVS." *

*Side note: CVS is a drugstore located a quarter mile from our house. He actually had the nerve to suggest my pants came from a drugstore.

I took a peek at my booty, and found the letters "VS" emblazoned for all to see. Dare I tell him that the "VS" stands for "Victoria's Secret?"

I think not. Let him think I shop at CVS a little longer.

As for the pants, they are staying. I should wear them to work. Then, I'd get my workout!

FOR SALE- Band of Frogs

And, today's item for sale is: Lovely band of frogs (and a turtle) playing banjos and guitars on a wood post. Its not only decorative, its functional too. Yep, if you look closely, you'll see its a lamp. Now, wouldn't you enjoy reading to this "little critter band?" This band will light up your life! If your house needs this lamp, or if you have "soft spot" for banjo playin' frogs....give Peggy a call. She will sell it to you.

**Keep in mind, all pictures were given to me by dear 'ol Mother in Law and her Beau. You know, we call him "T" to keep his anonymity.

PS- I still haven't seen the end tables purchased on their first date.

Mother In Law Is Ready To Part With Gnomes...

I am seriously considering selling my mother in law and her Beau's "collections" on Craig's List. Maybe... they will get enough money for another cruise.

The post would go something like this:

FOR SALE: 400+ Garden Gnomes. Low maintenance, may cause a nasty letter from Home Owner's Association or may be useful in just irritating the neighbors. Superior security device. After they see these scary, little midgets, they won't want what's inside. Call Peggy.

FOR SALE: Wind chimes all sizes and styles. You name it ....Peg's got it. Give her a ring.

**Please come back for more items. This is the tip of iceberg...rather, the first level of the house. Once they climb the stairs, a new batch of goodies will be available. Do not delay...call Peggy today!

PS- The pictures represented on this blog were sent directly from "you-know-who"...the MIL and her beau. More to follow...

A Little Personal Training

So, I decided it was time to get off the couch and workout. What better place than in the mountains of Utah to get my body in shape. The cool air and steep climbs to walk. I also decided I need the extra help. A Personal Trainer. Yep, Tony thought this would be a good move and he agreed to the Personal Trainer.

I was lucky enough to find one in town. She is pretty buff and has those rock hard abs and great defined arms I have been wanting. I am hoping to get her body soon. She works out a lot though. I am just looking for "some company", someone to get me through the uphill walks and hold my feet down during crunches.

Oh, and she comes pretty cheap, $10.00 a week.

She told me I can tag along on any of her workouts. Its too good to be true!

Fast forward to my first meeting with her. She comes equipped with leg weights and dumbbells, asking if "I would use the ankle weights during the walk." To which I said, "Are you kidding?" I mean the walk at high attitude is enough pain, why would I risk my life with weights tied to my ankles. Plus, my ankles look good! She let me "off the hook" from the ankle weights.

We walked briskly for nearly 30 minutes when my trainer looked back at me and said, "Are you okay, do you need a break?" I guess my panting scared her a little. She was able to speak without being all out of breath and here I was gasping for air...imagine if I had those damn ankle weights now!

She was kind enough to let me rest...for a nanosecond.

Then, off to the uphill part, in which she found the deepest incline on the road and made us take that route. Ughh....I am starting to reconsider this Personal Trainer thing. But, I trailed behind her and finished the walk.

She told me she was going to start some cardio tomorrow and showed me her notebook filled with exercises. And, I saw a jump rope. Are you kidding me? Bet I'll have to wear the ankle weights too.

I would fire this Personal Trainer but I don't have the heart. She's so sweet and means well. I asked Tony to fire her for me. He said he won't get involved.

'Cause...you can't fire your twelve year old daughter!

(Thank you, Maddie!)

Bucket Lists...And My Mother In Law

My mother in law has a "Bucket List." She shared hers with her Beau, "T" and not only did he listen to her list...he made one come true. Isn't that sweet? Its nice to have someone make your dreams come true.

Peg told "T" that she wanted to take an Alaskan Cruise. So, he did what not many men do...he followed up and made it happen. He took her on that cruise. She crossed it off. One down....now I am hearing it is his turn. Peg will make something on his Bucket List come true. I can't share it now, but I will after he crosses it off. Maybe I'll get a picture too.

I am lucky enough to also have the kind of man who listens to the Bucket List. My husband taught me how to snow ski, water ski, jet ski,... yeah we like water sports. He also taught me how to camp, swing on a rope into Lake Powell and snowmobile. And right now, I am sitting in the cabin that was once on my "Bucket List."

If you have a Bucket List, share it with someone. You never know what might happen!

Tales of My Mother In Law...

Do you have a mother in law to talk about? A mother in law who doesn't make you cry, cuss or cringe...instead, she becomes part of your blog, sharing such funny stories, you can't avoid the material any longer. This post is dedicated to my dear 'ol mother in law.

Love can be found anywhere. But, my mother in law, Peg... found love on the Internet. After a slew of men, (who's names always started with the letter "B", we swear she was dating alphabetically)...she found a keeper. To keep his identity safe, we will call him, "T".

"T" asked Peg out on a date, to the furniture store. Yes, "senior dating" is not all that movie and popcorn crap, apparently, its doing errands together, like shopping for end tables. Did I mention Peg has a panache for decorating? Her decor consists of: floral print couches, crocheted afghans and a pinch of Forrest green. Her kitchen theme is Pigs. Pig cookie jars, ceramic pigs and laughing pigs, adorned in bandannas- rolling on their backs. So, who better to ask for "professional end table purchasing" power. But, I digress...

Peg and T dated and shopped. They bought new carpet, new paint, new ceiling fans and lighting. They picked out new bedroom furniture and the linens to match. Right down to the bath mat! Peg had a new hobby...reinventing her new beau. And gals, its never too late to find a man or change him. If you are waiting for Mr. Right...you'll be in for a long ass wait or simply lace up your white, mall walkin' shoes and get to changin'.

Peg has systematically redecorated each room of this man's house. She cleaned his kitchen cabinets, only to find six rolling pins, five containers of Garlic salt and more than a dozen salt and pepper shakers. I guess they needed an Intervention from Hoarders, too.

I had to laugh, because Peg herself, owns a potato ricer. Ever heard of one of those? Its old enough looking to have come directly from "The Potato Famine of 1845." I didn't know what the heck it was when I opened her kitchen drawer. Potato and rice? Two starches... I didn't get it. Recently, I saw a potato ricer in Target. So, people are still using 'em.

Peg also cleaned out his sun room and yard. As with all older folks, Gnomes and wind chimes were involved. Apparently, Peg has her limits.

The gnomes and chimes hit the garbage can.

Peg and "T" are having a "root toot of a time" dating/shopping. He is getting a complimentary interior designer. What luck! She is getting a boyfriend with good taste...hers. They have Before and After pictures, as well. If only I could get my hands on those.

I dare ask if the toothbrush holder contains one or two toothbrushes, though. Does my mother in law have her own drawer in the new dresser? Hmmm.... I hope she does.

But, the funny stories keep coming. Each time I talk to Peg, she tells me about the new plates, or the new coffee maker... because the other four didn't "look nice" on the kitchen counter.

Oh, did I mention their Bucket Lists? I'll save that for next time...!

Complaints Unwelcome...Comments Readily Accepted!

That's right...I have made the decision to not complain for 24 hours. A full day of "positive thoughts" only. Given that huge task ahead of me, I thought I would use the quote I use on my twelve year old daughter..."Are you complaining...or just commenting?"

Here are the comments pressing on my mind:
1. Dear Neighbor: If I can hear your dog bark in your backyard, can you hear him as well?
2. Trampolines make the finest reason to call another mother and tell them to check on their kid's bleeding lip.
3. Life is short...and will get shorter if you don't clean your room!
4. A diet will only cause me to gain three lbs...better not start one today.
5. "Parents of the Year" award goes to: ...the parents of the 16 year old sailing girl....lost at sea. Thankfully, she was found, or I wouldn't even mention this one.
6. Lovin' the trees planted by the pool...not lovin' the leaves in the pool.
7. Weekends call for windy weather, an unexplainable phenomenon in Nevada.
8. A dirty dish is always found after the dishwasher is turned on.
9. Brazilian waxing is not for wimps... merely expensive, self-induced pain.
10. Complaining will get you nowhere...but comments are most appreciated.

If you have any complaints, I mean "comments", post 'em to me. I would love to hear your "comments"!

Why My Car Insurance Won't Go Up...

I was thinking about all the car accidents I have been involved in. I counted three... no make it four within a five mile radius of the house. The first three accidents and really, is it an accident if no one else is involved? I didn't think so. And, if they all occur all within the driveway/garage area, is that an accident too? Yep, I didn't get very far.

#1. 1997 Acura TL- Pregnant with Maddie. I share that because I am sure she must have kicked in my belly as I was pulling out of the garage and right into the side of my new house....with my new car. The house was about three months old and the car...even newer. Oooops! I took a little stucco off the garage exterior wall...with the front corner panel. Ran in house and called husband at work...no, I didn't have a cell phone in 1997. Told him I had been in an accident and he responded, "Where are you, stay where you are...I am coming."

I told him I was in the kitchen.

Tony: "I thought you had a car accident?"
Me: "I did, but just in the garage and I wrecked the house and the car (crying and sniffling) and its a mess."
Tony: I will be home from work later, go do whatever shopping you had to do and we'll talk about it later...click."

We ended up paying for that one "out of pocket" because no sense raising the insurance on new car/house.

#2: 2000 Expedition, backing out of garage. Did you know the garage door opener takes more than five seconds to get all the way up? I really thought I was clear to drive but the garage door was a little slower than usual and it hit my back window. Just a couple cosmetic scratches. The garage door hooked onto my back window wiper though. The most damage was to that cheap, metal garage door. Tony hammered that one out with a rubber mallet when he got home. Again, no insurance call was made. Although, I did call Tony to tell him.

This time he said he'd be home at five.

#3: 2000 Expedition: Backing out, cleared the garage door before driving out to the driveway. I was heading out to a doctor appointment with two kids in car seats. I backed out and almost made it when out of nowhere...a car is parked behind our driveway/across the street. It must have been camouflage color, because I sure didn't see it back there..but I did feel and hear it. So, did the roofer building the house next door. That guy nearly fell off the roof yelling something in Spanish. Thankfully, those three years of college Spanish were gonna pay off. I called you-know-who again and told him I didn't scratch the garage wall or door this time. No, this time I got a car. And, I needed him to come home and help me out.

In the driveway.

Tony offered to pay for damage and all was good. Insurance claim averted.

#4: 2000 Expedition...man this car had some bad luck! Driving Maddie to gymnastics and a wayward tire iron (about the length of a golf club) came flying out of a pick up truck and bounced under my car. Couldn't swerve away from it. Had to drive over it. And, my left front tire found it...so did the front wheel well/fender. Caught my tire...puncturing both the tire and the front fender as I veered across traffic to parking lot nearby.

Yep...I called Tony at work to tell him of my accident. I told him no one was hurt and even though It was "a two person" accident...well, the other person was gone and never looked back for his tire iron. Tony showed up with tools and fixed my very flat tire. We even kept the tire iron for memory. No need to call insurance.

So there you have it. I have a great driving record and no accidents. I think I have the "good driver" discount!

Jeepers Creepers!

My Jeep is getting me down lately. I never thought a vehicle would frustrate me or that I would blog about it. Its "four wheels that get me from here to there" and back again. I wanted this Jeep so badly, my husband found one in Idaho, flew there, bought it and drove it back for me. (He spoils me so much!)

But lately...my Jeep doesn't like me. I may have the modern day "Christine" (reference to 80's Stephen King).

It all began when the car decided to not start one morning in the garage. Thankfully, I had Tony's set of keys and took the kids to school in his Monster truck...a 2004 Ford 350, lifted and with big tires. So ginormous, you need two parking spots. Don't even think about a drive-thru or covered parking.

But, I digress.

My Jeep didn't start for the three days Tony was out of town. I tried it a few times, thinking it might start again...but it wouldn't. I even called my friend's husband (he has the same Jeep and experience with Jeeps), he said it "sounded like the battery and not the alternator." He even offered to come by and check it. I told him I could drive Gravedigger a couple more days.

Fast forward to Tony's arrival. He jumped in the driver seat, and turned the Jeep over with one start. I was so peeved. He just laughed and walked back in the house. Grrrrr!

One week later, I headed to Walmart and found myself (again) stranded in a parking lot with dead Jeep. I looked to my right, as a Mercedes SUV emblazoned with "Roadside Assistance" written on it, parked.

Ah, there is a God.

I asked the two guys if they could jump my car, as I KNEW it was a battery. They obliged. In the meantime, I called husband to tell him of my Lucy moment. He told me emphatically, "it's not the battery Caprice, just jiggle the wheel and make sure the car is in park...wiggle that too." So, I did the "wiggle jiggle jig" as the guys thought they were charging my battery. And guess what?

It started.

It has done this a few more times and I do the Jig to start it. You'd think this was some 'ol Jalopy...no, its a 2008 Rubicon. Built on a Friday afternoon...just before Happy Hour.

Recently, the Ruby began making a squeaking noise. Tony thinks I dropped something down the dash board. I don't think I did. Although a year ago, I did lose my Lake Mead Annual Pass in the dash, minutes after the $20.00 purchase. I placed it on the dash for Tony to affix on the corner of the window...only to have it disappear into the Grand Canyon-sized hole, known as the dash board. I guess he knows me too well.

Anyhow, I have the fix for the squeak...just turn up the radio volume and AHA!...noise is gone. See, I can fix things!

A letter to My Daughter...

Dearest Maddie:

Please clean your room. I would like to see the carpet once more, but I am afraid your belongings are covering it. All of it. Actually, I don't even remember what color the carpet is. I will give you three trash bags to start the process. Use one for "give away", one for "trash" AND THE LAST FOR" stuff you think is not trash but is so trash, even a UNICEF kid would pass it up".

To help you, here are a few tips to knowing what trash looks like. Old balloons that lost their air and now lay 'wrinkled like old skin"...trash. The stick to a lollipop...trash. Papers from the 3rd grade (remember you are now in 7th) are also trash.

Candy wrappers, water bottles, broken hair clips and old bows from gifts. Dried up nail polish, used tissues and dolls without heads, yes these can leave your room, as well. Clothes that read "6x" (because now you're a 12-14), awards for school attendance (because Mom drove you to school everyday...in fact, the award is MORE mine) and hair scrunchies that have lost their elastic. Mom, can't sew...so throw them away.

I let the time pass.I picked my battle. I told you to study for Finals and to let the room wait. Lord knows if this junk had legs , it would have picked itself off the floor and headed for the trash can. Speaking of trash can, do you need a bigger one? Your father walked by your room, glanced in and reported that you "ought to have a larger trash can". Home Depot has a great one...would you like it in Grey or Moss Green? It comes with wheels so you can drag it to the curb every Monday and Thursday.

I have a nice shovel, it makes the job easier. Dad has rubber gloves for picking up the items that make you go "ick". The phone number for Hoarders is in my speed dial, just in case. So, is "Clean House"...would you listen to Niecy Nash tell you its "a hot mess" in that room?

I love you Dee, you are my only daughter who makes me so proud. You keep your grades up, never accepting less than than an A or B....as you asserted yourself and asked your math teacher if he "would round your 89.7 up to an A"...I had to laugh. When you went to State for Gymnastics and brought home 2nd place for Floor...and said, "It was fun and I don't care about the medals", you made me speechless. The trophies and medals will stay. Do not throw them away. Do not throw away your American Girl Doll, the one I picked out to resemble you. I know your brother says "its creepy-looking" but its all I have to remember the younger you.

Ahhh, the garbage truck will be here in 72 hours, do your best to clean the mess. If you need my help, I can rake through your floor and we can be done in an hour. If you need to touch every last piece of junk, reliving a memory...I understand. I too, was your age and know how hard it is to throw stuff away. But, I would like to vacuum and need to see the floor again.

Love,
Mom xoxo

On Shopping Carts...

On Grocery Shopping...(written in 2000)

This story is not for the weak. I must warn you now that what I am going to write is even more than my own stomach can normally handle. It is with caution that you read this story...

It all began one morning, as I prepared to head out for the grocery store. My husband, who was working out of the house, awaiting his new office building to be completed, had suggested I keep our toddler, Madison home.

She was still sleeping and would wake up to a morning of Elmo and Cheerios. And, she was not built for grocery shopping, not up for the long journey down each aisle, often whimpering at the temperature in the frozen foods. Shopping with one kid was a breeze.

Max was a quiet, easygoing and happy baby. At eight months, he would lie in his carrier and just smile with those “big blue eyes”. Easy with a capital E! Or, as his sister would say,” easy cheesy lemon squeezy" I was never weary of taking him places because of his laid-back personality. So, off I went, just: Max, my oversized, nylon diaper tote from the Gap and a grocery list. I was ready to wage wars with other carts, pick produce like a pro and stand in the long deli line for a pound of sliced smoked turkey and provolone.

I was strolling though the aisles, filling my cart with foods and necessities. I had already picked up a box of baby wipes and was nearing the end of my shopping. Almost time to check out...until I bent over into the cart to lay down the dozen eggs and got a whiff of something foul.

Notice, I didn't say fowl, like chicken, because I didn't have poultry in my cart. Instead, I had something much, much worse. And, it was leaking from my son's diaper and straight into my Gap (diaper) bag. Luckily, my own purse was placed strategically under this "misfortune of diarrhea" and dripping, stinking, yellow mess! It was the consistency of Grey Poupon (country dijon) mustard or any Dijon mustard, but not the French's mustard variety.

Max showed no signs of discomfort and continued smiling, despite smelling "like a landfill at high noon in Arizona". He must have "burnt out" his own olfactory senses, but mine were unfortunately in overdrive. I assumed the rest of the store was becoming aware of this rancidity of my sweet son. I prayed the fire alarm would not go off.

I quickly maneuvered the groceries away from the "trail of drips" and grabbed the new box of wipes to use on the cart, my son's legs and of course, my bag! I was so embarrassed, in a frozen state of confusion. Do I leave the cart and run for my car? Do I call the biohazard rescue team? 911? What should I do now? Well, as you all know, once you've spent an hour in a grocery store, you must finish the job.

I headed for the checkout lane, apologized for opening the box of wipes, before paying. I knew the pungent smell was following me like a bad habit. I hesitated on the way to checkout, to pick up a can of "Glade Springtime Flowers". Too bad, I only hesitated! I noticed about a half dozen women running the other way to the longer checkout lanes, they were obviously overcome by the odor.

I ignored the stares and coughs of people around me, including the elderly woman who began a gagging reflex behind me. I looked straight at her as if to say, "Hey, did you pass gas or what"? I began to pass blame like a hot potato. I quickly glanced at the checker (also overcome by the stench), giving her the eye roll and said, "Wow, someone really cut the cheese" all the while covering up my son's yellow legs. She agreed, as she pulled on a gas mask from under the counter.

I was eager to pay and leave before the "wet mop' was called to clean up aisle nine. I hoped Albertson's would burn the cart, in the parking lot. I considered torching the cart myself, but did not want to become an arsonist, as well. So, I wiped it down with the rest of the wipes and headed home.

*If you happen to have been at the supermarket on a hot, July morning, circa 1999...I hope you did not use this cart. I am sure it was deemed hazardous material and sent away by some men in white jumpsuits.

>>>This story was a favorite of mine, I will be posting some of my older stories to remind myself how quickly the kiddos grow. Max is now riding a YZ 85, not a shopping cart this summer!

A Son's Wish List...read by his Mother!

I was making my son's bed today and came across the usual items in his sheets...Nintendo DS, dirty socks and a notebook covered in stickers. As a Mother, I had to peek inside. Who knows what he might be writing about and if its good, I may use the material...

It was VERY good...and I am a little desperate for material, so here goes:

Page 1: A weekly chart of school events. Monday- Art, Tuesday- Music and guitar lessons, okay...you got the picture, turn the page.

Page 2- Written Contract with Dad: "Dad said if I get a B or A in Math, I get a motorcycle and lessons. " Four places to sign the contract, I guess he expects even his sister to sign off on the deal!

Page 3- A list of phone numbers of family and friends...again boring information, but he did write down our office number which is good for him to know!

Page 4- (Feeling a little guilty reading this notebook, but not guilty enough to stop). This page is titled "Money"and goes as such: 50 dollars Target gift card, 50 regular dollars, and more change (guess he doesn't count that stuff as money...I remember counting change the other day for a taco at Taco Bell). Anyhow, Chinese money $5, $ 2, $1, $1 and Dollar shills, Total: $ 209.75...Apparently, we still need to work on adding money, hence the page 2 and math grade!

Page 5- This one made me laugh. Its a "top ten wish list of things to buy" with the loot he counted on page 4.

1. Lego Atlantis

2. Tech Decks

3. FOX motorcycle stickers

4. Nintendo games- Halo or Modern Warfare #2. (No, he doesn't have #1, or any war games...this is a wish list, keep wishin' kid.)

5. PS3

6. Candy, Reeses, M & M's, Kit Kats, Lollipops.(Damn,that's my wish list too!)

7. Computer

8. TV

9. New Shoes

10. AXE Men Body Wash.

Yep, my ten year old is wishin' for some Axe Body Wash. I understood the desire for games, electronics, and even the candy, which I might add, I am now craving a frozen Reeses peanut butter cup and maybe some milk to wash it down. But, the body wash threw me off. Perhaps, the commercial makes him want it so?

He showers twice a day, with Gold Dial and a handful of Hotel soaps he steals from my stash; which I keep in my bathroom drawer. Max even has TWO bottles of shampoo. Some days he smells: "Green Apple" and other days its "Ocean Breeze." I guess, he's looking for a new moxie.

Axe Men's Body Wash.

I am tempted to pick some up for him. Right after I get the mega bag of Reese's Peanut Butter cups and a gallon of milk.

Oh, I am so glad my kids don't read my blog. Gotta put the notebook back under the sheets. But,... not before I take a picture!

Bumper Stickers...

I saw a bumper sticker on the car in front of me today...it kinda got me to thinking, "Why do people put bumper stickers on their car?" I mean, at what point does someone say, "Hey, I wanna be committed to this thought or that person"...because they are nearly permanent. (Like a tattoo..and no, that tattoo was henna, not the real thing. I get a kick that many of you thought I had a real one. I was even more shocked to hear how many of you have the "real deal"!)

So back to this bumper sticker....a small, black sticker that read, "Bjork".

First of all, who listens to Bjork? Wasn't she the singer (using that word loosely here) who wore an abstract dress resembling a swan or something to the music awards...a few years back...I think that's her. Well, apparently, she still has a following.

I looked at the other cars on the road and both the car and mini van to the left and right had American flag stickers. Its nice to see some patrioticism in today's divided country...the last time I saw an American flag was in the days after 9/11. I remember racing out to Wal Mart for a flag and some stickers of my own. I wanted to show how much I too, loved our country and what we stood for and the freedom it represents. I recall sticking a flag on our house and one inside the window of my 2000 Expedition. Committed to the flag, and the bumper.

My kids always come home with those "My child is an Honor Student at Blah, Blah, Elemenatry School". I have so many of those from their years on Honor roll, I could wallpaper the guest bathroom. Sadly, I do not stick these on my car, like the "other" moms. I guess that will make me out as "the bad mom", but I cherish the clean line of my bumper. And, I sorta laugh at the moms who put all that crap on their cars, the stick people/family, the soccer ball stickers, Ti Kwon Do stickers, etc...

I like reading the "Redneck" stickers and the "My other car is a broom"...they really let you know who's behind the wheel, don't they?

At least, with the Bjork fan, I had an idea of his poor taste in music! But, at what point did this guy say, "I am a Bjork fan and I want the world to know it." There has to be point that makes a person commit to the adhesive on a bumper. (My husband won't even put one on his 1993 Jeep, merely "a four wheel rock climbing/crawling vehicle.") But, he does let the kids put them on his tool cabinet. And, that's commitment!

If you have a bumper sticker on your car, let me know...

No More Resolutions...

2010...a new decade to start fresh. Or not. I mean, do we really need a new year to start a diet plan, stop bad habits and start new goals? I won't be in the swirl of this...instead, I will have no resolutions! That's right. Not a darn thing to improve, fix or start fresh. So this year, these are the things I will leave alone:

1. Issues surrounding weight. Instead, I will eat smaller portions, on much smaller plates and remain left with that little bit of hungry leftover/feeling.


2. Self Improvement: ya know, be on time, don't swear in front of the kids... that kind of stuff. I am gonna let this one rest too. No need to start being on time...everyone knows I run later and later. My husband even said to me last night, "Honey, the older you get, the longer it takes for you to get ready." I take that as a compliment for how I want to look good for him. In fact, the later I run... I may be late to my own funeral! Now swearing in front of the kids is merely an education they best get by their own mother. I think if they're gonna hear some swearin'... it better be from someone they know!


3. Exercise and be healthy...hmmm, sounds like a lot of work to me. I will take vitamins and again- eat off the toddler-sized plates, but if you think I will get on a treadmill or the elliptical machine...HAHAHA! Actually, I do get on that equipment, yes...to wipe the dust off periodically when company comes. I don't want anyone to think I don't use our workout room.


4. Save money. Well, if we had any extra, I would be saving. I have saved and made changes in 2009 and truth be told, I am now a penny pinching, coupon clippin', 2 for 1 kinda gal. I have made my husband both proud and able to eat a leftover. I would say that was an accomplishment, indeed!


5. Spend more time with the family. Okay, I work with my husband, so any time I have outside of home or work...is merely bathroom time, which I wish to keep to myself. I think my husband would agree that this time is really not quality time for him, as well. Of course, if he forgets to replace a roll of t.p., I will suggest he visit me during this time as well. Just drop off a new roll and we'll chat later. Thanks.

However, I do spend lots of time with the kids. From wake up calls and lunch making to droppin' them off to the school and then pick up,chats in the car, homework to do, sports chauffeuring, dinner, and bed. Whew...do it all over again!

Well...there you have it. No need for resolutions for me. If you have a resolution or if you had an epiphany to resolve nothing...let me know!

Happy 2010!

Ahhh...The Cookie Exchange!

The holidays are full of traditions, but the friendly "cookie exchange" is a tradition I can ESPECIALLY do without. For obvious reasons, the cookie exchange parties should be banned and forgotten all together. Why you ask?

It has nothing to do with the eighteen pounds you gain at the "exchange" and more to do with the rules and regulations surrounding the "icky biscuit trade."

Rule #1 involves the mass quantity of hot, homemade cookies needed to enter the exchange. As if I have enough time on my hands to embark on an all day bake off, making SIX dozen or so cookies for a half dozen acquaintances. Not to mention, the "sample tray" of another dozen.

Rule #2 is that the cookies must be homemade. Did I mention this in Rule #1? So, scratching the letters O-R-E-O won't be accepted at the "mistletoe-adorned and silver foiled, wrapping paper covered" front door! (Hey why do people THINK this looks good? I admit I have done this "cheapo door decorating" trick, but... boy its tacky!- Just a side note, sorry, back to the cookie crap!)

Rule#3 relates to the types of cookies no one wants. These may include: any cookie that involves a thumbprint, fruit centers or molasses. Fruitcakes will be turned away too.

Rule #4 says the baker may not arrive with ONE giant cookie, like the ones found at the food court in the mall. This is a sure fire way to NEVER be welcomed back to these Holiday Aproned Betty Crockers...and yes, its a good thing!

Rule #5 asks you to divulge your recipe to the eager beavers who want to make your long lost Auntie's macaroon recipe. There's usually one gal who " accidentally" leaves out one essential ingredient, such as oh... sugar or... butter! This insures others of NEVER baking the cookie " just right". And, that is just SO WRONG!

However, maybe I am just exposing the real reason for my bittersweet dislike for the whole cookie exchange. Because, as I leave for home, I notice all my foil embossed holiday recipe cards blowing down the street...only later to receive a phone call from the local emergency room asking me for a "sample" of my cookie.

Go figure, a couple people did eat my cookie AFTER ALL!

Turning Forty...(something) and Those Who KNOW Me!

Yes folks...its been quite some time since I blogged here. However, I felt the urge to share my birthday celebration. You know, a little self-deprecation may be what I need these days...

First, let me say, I had a great birthday. My husband and kids planned and really put together a nice day. Complete with flowers, carrot cake, breakfast in bed, a trail of rose petals through the hallway to the family room....hmmm, someone is tryin' to say I am a couch potato. The gifts were great! I had to laugh when my husband suggested I only enjoyed this birthday due to the sheer quantity of gifts. He is probably right. He knows me too well. I am a lover of any gift, freebie, coupon...you name it. When my husband returns from a business trip, he brings back the little soaps and lotion bottles...I get so excited to receive that crap!

But, looking back at all my gifts, I have to say that many people know me too well. I went through a little mental inventory of "my birthday loot"... to see what people must think of me.

My good friend, Cindy took me to lunch and showered me with a Brighton set. If you don't know Brighton....too bad for you! Its a line of jewelry that can only be described as "my crack of choice". She has been waiting to give me the set since June. Ah, she knows me.

I received a pair of five inch heels from my MIL (that's mother in law), she saw me eyeing the sluttiest pair of purple heels at DSW and they became mine!

My neighbors brought me a bottle of white wine, that may be "telling of what we do" on weekends!

The kids know me well, too. Max bought me a sugar cookie candle (I do love any candle that SMELLS like I baked), Cranberry lip gloss/lotion set, Reese's peanut butter cups and a huge handmade card with TWO coupons to do chores anytime. I like that kid.

Maddie also bought me a Vanilla candle, lip gloss/lotion and a box of candy. Additionally, she bought me a new pair of velour sweats. Adorned, with Swarzski crystals running down the pant legs. Apparently, my old yoga pants (which never saw a day of yoga in their life) and the fleece shirt she refers to as: "Winnie the Pooh style" are not good enough when I drive her to school. These new sweats scream, "Wear these when you drive me to school at 7:30 every morning!" I tend to scream, " If you don't appreciate the attire, take the bus."

My husband was very alert to my birthday needs. He took me dinner and I didn't feel the urge to order chicken (my mother always said, "Order the chicken, its the least expensive on the menu") instead, I ordered the Petite Fillet with risotto and TWO glasses of wine....and creme' Brulee'. Later, I received TWO dresses from a catalog "left in the reading room" and a pair of sexy leggings (definitely NOT in the catalog)! Ladies, this subtle hint was all he needed. Just circle what you like in your catalogs and tape the pages DIRECTLY on the t.p. He cannot miss it!

My mother is the best reader of my needs. She sent me TWO books. I opened them and laughed when I saw the cover. The first one is the biographical story of Robert Wagner. To those of you my age, Jonathon Hart was my first crush on TV. I watched Hart to Hart every week, just to see a glimpse of him driving the Mercedes! Ahhh,to think that my mother is younger than him....its a little creepy. I think he does commercials for the Sonic Ear or AARP now. The other book, Sarah Palin. Yes, I am a fan. I know that will shock some of you. Happy we are in a country of "free speech".

So there you have it...I think my husband is right when he says, "Wow, people really know you."

PS- Thank you to the Friends on FB who also wished me a happy birthday, its great to hear from you, too!

Why My Exterminator is Gone and Other Thoughts...

Well, I completely embarrassed myself last week. Typically, I keep my private things...private. But, not last Friday morning, oh no...I just "let it all hang out" there....have you ever done that?

I let our exterminator in, he's the guy who has been spraying my house for "creepy crawly things" (such as spiders and scorpions) for nearly five years.Yes, we DO have scorpions...Las Vegas is a desert.

The exterminator sprays once a month, inside and out. Last Friday, the house was less than tidy, so I decided to walk about twelve paces in front of him and lead him around the rooms. We started in the kids rooms (picking up toys and clothes) and each of their bathrooms(towels on the floor), the laundry room, both TV rooms, the workout room, office, kitchen and main entry. We rounded through the kitchen and dining room. Ah, not much to pick up in the hallway. Now, to the bedroom.

I walked in and started picking up some clothes off the floor and a pair of shoes, a few more items of clothing and then...the HORROR!

From across the room, I notice that I...okay, "WE" left a "few personal items" on the nightstand by my side of the bed. Apparently, we had an evening of romance. This, after two very large chocolate martinis the night before. Now the fog has lifted. (Yes folks, after thirteen years of marital bliss...we still do the deed!)

I race over to the display of lotions, potions and try to clear them off. My hands are full of clothes and I nearly knock various Marital Aids all over the floor. Not trying to cause a bigger scene, and frozen as to what I should do next, I open the drawer...and sweep it all in the drawer. All this time, I am not looking at the exterminator...but I know he saw my "not so casual" sweep. And, he definitely heard the "Ker-plunk" of plastic bottles and stuff...well, let's just leave it at that.

I was beyond mortified and couldn't wait for him to finally leave. I mean, we don't really get any bugs and I am the "Official bug killer" of the household. Just me and a can of hairspray gets the job done. I never have Raid but I can always find a can of Super Hold to immobilize their little legs from fleeing.

So, I sent our exterminator out the door, "knowing full well" he saw my "nightstand of ill repute" before I had rounded the corner. The damage was already done.

Of course, I had to call the husband and tell him of my x-rated Lucy moment...and he did what every guy would do, he LAUGHED. He just laughed and laughed...so I hung up.

"Hey, thanks hon, that may cost you for a very long while!"

As for the exterminator, I decided we don't need the service after all. So, I stocked up on hairspray!

Call Me LEFTY!

So, here I am sitting at my desk at work. Diving into a two foot pile of papers, when I get the call...from the school nurse! It went down like this:

School Nurse: Hi, Mrs. Thurlow, this is Gladys at Nate Mack. How are you this morning?

Me: Well, I am fine. (Wondering if Max is sick, tummy ache, sore throat)

School Nurse: I have Max in my office. He fell off the monkey bars and his hand hurts. He is complaining that he can't move his fingers. Do you want to speak with him?

Me: AAHHHH Yeah...I want to speak to him, get him on the phone. Oh, Max buddy, what happened?

Muffled crying/sniffling on phone.

Max: I fell Mom. I didn't land on my feet. I can't feel my hand or fingers. I think I am fine though. (More sniffling and gasping for a breath.)

Me: I am on my way! Mommy's comin'.

So, I jump from chair, don't even turn off the computer or door for that matter. Wave to Tony , who is on a phone call. I give him "the call me sign"..and say, "Max had an accident." I race through all the lights, and squeal my tires into the school parking lot. Racing past the office monitor and into the nurse's office. Max was calm but he was wincing and in a lot of pain. I knew it was broken and not just a sprain. Didn't need a med. degree to know that his very swollen hand/wrist meant a trip to the hospital.

However, that could be a five hour wait, and unless your are bleeding from two limbs or holding your decapitated head in your hands...it will be awhile to see an ER doctor. So, I did what I always do...I call the husband. He sets me up to go straight to our good friend/neighbor who is a Chiropractor..complete with x ray machine and a quick diagnosis...broken arm. Thank you, Dr. Campbell for the speedy x-ray! Sorry Max was reeling in pain and I had to pick him up off the floor. He was in shock.

Off to an Urgent Care to get a splint. Splint on and oh crap...he has his first football game tonight. Or not. Hmmm, I guess we are sittin' on the bench for a month or so. In the $600.00 worth of gear, registration fees, helmet, ETC... I guess there's always NEXT year!

Here is LEFTY...he is lookin' good in his "Tylenol induced state" and "mostly interrupted sleep." He is home for the day...recuperating on candy bars, Motrin and homework. Yes, I am the mom who got the homework...and he will have something to do when he feels a complete recovery in an hour and begs to ride his bike. Or, jump on the trampoline.

So, here's to my son, LEFTY!

For My Precious Kiddos...May You Enjoy The First Day Of School

Humor. What makes kids funny? Is it genetic? So, how do they get a sense of humor? My kiddos nearly caused a car crash, cracking me up while headed home yesterday. I was laughing so hard tears were in my eyes. And...they were making fun of me!

Thankfully, I can take a good joke. I enjoy a good sense of humor and allow my kids to poke a little fun. As long as they don't take it too far and mess with the disabled or unfortunate. In this case, they messed with Mom. Actually, my music choices.

I have Sirius radio and just to give you some background these are my favorites...70's, 80's, The Coffee House (channel 30), three country stations and a Christian station. I also have FOX news, Bloomberg News, Redneck Comedy, a couple other comedy stations and a few more news stations. Just focus on the music stations and don't try to figure me out on the other stuff.

Now, I leave the 80's station on most of the time, and last night Purple Rain/Prince came on. I hadn't heard that song in a long while and started to sing it when both kids complained and teased me for the song. Max read the display and said "Oh yeah...I like Purple Rain too." To which Maddie followed up with, "Mom, this is why we don't have our friends over." (This statement is very untrue, I have kids at our house all the time...in fact, we are the fun house with a pool, Popsicles, and trampoline. Trust me, kids are here ALL the time.

So, with their little outburst on my music, I shared how this song was from my high school years. It was popular then...blah, blah, blah...Max retorts with, "Mom this music is for sad, lonely people and you are not sad or lonely." Maddie just said, "My ears are bleeding." I have to admit their commentary on the Artist Formerly known as....some "sign" I can't reproduce here, was making me laugh. (Really though, Prince was an icon for risque music and he was too freaky for me in high school). I had a good friend, Mindi, who loved Prince in high school. He was very popular, I assure you!

They went on to poke fun at all the other stations and I told them that the Jonas Brothers is not really music. They were okay with that, even though Max secretly wants some skinny pants...okay, not secretly, BUT I AM NOT BUYING HIM THOSE PANTS.

Some other humorous comments were: Did they play the forks when you were a kid?...Do you know Elvis?...Why do people have to get their Foot Loose?

My responses were: Spoons, and no, I don't know anyone who played the spoons...I don't know Elvis, I was a little kid when he died and its not a real foot that's loose, "Its Everybody get Footloose"...ya know dance. Maddie just rolled her eyes in typical fashion and Max made a paper airplane to aim into my screen and change the station.

I told them at this point, if anyone touched the screen again, it would end in a spanking. (Folks, I don't even spank, it was just a funny thing to say). But, Maddie's response was priceless. She said..."Mom that's a chance I am willing to take!"

So this one goes to the kids who think Mom's music sucks...hahaha, school starts on Monday!

**(And, if you're lucky, I might give ya a ride to school...just don't mock the music!)

An Ode To Football...And The Helmet!

I promised myself to write a little more about Max. He is often "feeling left out" with his big sister, Maddie... "taking the limelight" around here. This is probably why he has such a witty personality...and tries for my attention. He is the kiddo that makes me laugh, even when I don't really feel like laughin'. So Max this story is for you!

About two years ago, Tony enrolled Max in tackle football. He bought the pads, tight little football pants, jerseys, shoes and...the helmet. We were quite excited to see how this tackle football thing would go.

Meanwhile, Tony had to head out of town for business in Wyoming. This is otherwise known as "When Lucy Moments Happen" or "Be Prepared, I Will Call You In Times Of Need." My best friend, Cindy knows "all too well" what happens when Tony leaves town. She once had to assist me in pulling out a hammock (attached to a heavy, metal green pole thingy) out of our pool.

Another time, we lost power because the construction crew building the house next door, caused some electrical thingy to break. We found shelter at Cindy's. I know she saved the day more than just these times...but, I digress, this story is about MAX!

So, I was off to take Max to his football practice. He was all padded up and ready to go. I made sure the pads were tight to his body, counting the same amount of holes in each of those "buckle things" that wrap around his ribs. Tony said the coach would help him with the helmet...not to worry. When we got to the field, the coach put his helmet on and made sure he had the "mouth thingy" in too. Don't wanna lose any teeth!

The practice lasted about two hours...maybe two days. I was so dang tired from a long day at work and then, bouncing from one kid's sport to another, that by the time I got to the football field, I could have slept on a bleacher. Or, the ground.

I was really looking forward to seeing Tony come home that night. His flight had taken off and he would arrive home as practice was ending. When practice did end, Max walked over and we were wildly late to pick up his sister at gymnastics...across town! I told him to hop in the car and we would do the Houdini dance of taking off the gear in the car. Mind you, Max is so flexible and he said "Okay Mom, let's get Maddie".

So, we were off to pick her up when Max says , "Hey Mom, if we get in an accident, I will be protected." Always one to find the bright side of a situation. I had to laugh. We got Maddie and headed home. Max tried to pull his helmet off but was having no luck. I told him to wait a little longer, afterall...like he said, it is good protection in an accident. I would help him out of his gear when we got home. Or so I thought...

We arrived in the garage and Max got out. He looked a little sweaty, so I was eager to get him out of the gear. I grabbed his helmet and gave a little tug to take it off. It wouldn't budge. Tony DID mention that you have to hold the sides out so his head can come out. So, with all my might, I pulled on the sides. But the stinkin' thingy wouldn't come off his head. Maddie even got in on the action. We had a go of tug of war with Max. This helmet was on for good!

I debated going to a neighbor for help, but thought how ridiculous I would seem, not getting a helmet off. And, Tony should be home by now. I told Max we could wait for Dad. But, the poor kid needed proper blood flow. So, we continued to tug.

I was looking at the helmet. Mostly for an Easy button, something to "Pop" or release this kid from the confines. I almost gave up when he said something about a... chin strap. Yes, I see the chin thingy. I know you can't start by pullin' that off the chin. Again, a muffled voice says, "chin strap."

And, that's when I learned that the straps around the helmet had meaning. One is actually ATTACHED to the chin strap. Did you know that? I sure as heck didn't!

Well, we got helmet off just before Tony got home. Max in all his wooziness and sweat, took a shower.

I thought I was in the clear until Tony walked in the door and said, "Son, how was practice?" Max told the whole miserable story...I will never forget the chin strap again son, I promise!

*Max, you make me laugh, you make me smile!

Trash versus Give Away...

The countdown to the first day of school is fast approaching. Kids are cleaning their rooms, closet, under the bed and dresser drawers, so we know what they need for school.


Max needs socks. Maddie needs shoes.


I need another box of Hefty bags for their trash. Two bags per room. One reads: "Trash" and the other: "Give Away". "Trash" is full... but "Give Away" is very light. Not because its a recession. We have enough to give away. "Give Away" is a tough bag, though. The kids can't part with the Mc Donald's Happy Meal toys, broken toys and stained, but favorite t-shirts. Max has baby books, boxes of rocks, sticks he whittled with his Daddy and pictures of himself with Jeremy Mc Grath. He is a collector.


Maddie has oodles of books, she is my bookworm. She also keeps junk, four drawers worth, in her two night stands. Her "Give Away" items are far a and few between. Consisting of a couple old leotards and a pair of sweatpants. Nevermind, the closet shelf of stuffed animals and Webkins. She doesn't play with them, but they must stay. And with her "puberty striking attitude", I pick my battle and allow them to stay a little longer.


I did run across Max's bed and noticed his favorite stuffed animal. This one...I will keep for him. It will never be trash, never be given away. It will be mine to hold for him FOREVER. "Lamby."


"Lamby" is a little stuffed....you guessed it, Lamb. I bought it many years ago, when Max was sick with the flu and needed a prescription filled at Walgreens. I remember picking it up with a coloring book and crayons. He must have been sick around Easter, as they had a large selection of bunnies and lambs. Mind you, Max remembers the exact date and time "Lamby" came into our lives. I just remember the pink Amoxicillian and Motrin. And, another co-pay for the day.


"Lamby" has a friend, aptly named "Piggy." He is not the main character in our house. But he lives with Lamby...on his own pillow. Good thing Lamby and Piggy weren't in the "Give Away" bag...but what about those broken down, plastic, action figures and sticks. Hmmm.....

20 Ways to Stretch Your Dollar...

While driving to the grocery store, I was thinking about all the new ways I saved money this week. Thought I would share them with you, in hopes of helping just one friend out there to save a buck or two. Enjoy!!

1. Grocery shop at stores that have the extra value card and gas station. I saved $10.00 on gas this week using the card/.50 cents off the gallon for my 20 gallon tank. My Rubicon thanked me!


2. Read the "streamer length sized" receipt from your purchases for coupons. I had a $5.00 off coupon when I spent 25.00 at a store. Also, Fresh and Easy market has great food coupons.


3. Okay...COUPONS! Spend a few minutes and sort the mail. You would be surprised how many coupons, meals/"buy one entree, get one free" and such are tucked in what used to be my "junk mail"! Gone are the days of tossing the junk mail. I find a "gem" each week!


4. Limit the coffee drinks to a "treat". They cost about $5.00 plus the extra calories. I used to drink a Venti white chocolate iced latte 2-3 times a week. That's about $15.00! Times that by 4 and its $60.00...now I am not a mathematician ( I leave it to my husband to run numbers) but I do know that's a new pair of shoes for me!


5. Unplug it. Yes, go around your house and unplug items you don't use all the time. The toaster, blender, radio...does anyone have a radio? We unplug everything before we leave on trips and it saves money. Plus, you may be "going green" too!


6. Read your credit card statements for errors.


7. Double check your checking accounts, too.


8. Stop buying bottled water. The tap water was okay "when we were kids"...we have gotten so lazy to buy water when you have a faucet.


9. Gym memberships... why? Do you live on a block? Can you walk the block for exercise? Walk the dog or go for a swim. You don't have to forgo exercise, just the expense.


10. Call your insurance company and make sure you are getting the lowest rate for auto insurance. Shop a little.


11. Call the cable company and see what they are offering new subscribers. You too, should get that deal.


12. Buy books at Amazon.com. You can save about 50% on a book, despite waiting for it to arrive, that's a good deal!


13. Go online and look for coupons. I sent my husband to the Sporting good store armed with three different coupons to buy Max's football shoes, 20%-30% off. Considering the uniform and helmet will be expensive, you have to save somewhere.


14. Ask for a discount when you buy something. It doesn't hurt and in this economy, people may be willing to budge. Its the difference between a sale and no sale.


15. Plan your errands around your drive. For instance, pick up the dry cleaning while on another errand nearby.


16. Buy bulk. I sent my husband to Costco for laundry soap, t.p. and paper towels... among a few other things we use, ENDLESSLY. I love the fact that he will run this errand and carry it into the house. While I appreciate the prices, I hate the experience and huge parking lot!


17. Get the kids to help save too. I make them sort the coupons and pick where we can eat, where we will buy new shoes, etc...


18. Make a "game" of it. I never thought I would clip coupons, read the "junk mail", ask for a discount and call for lower rates. But, I get so excited to get a deal! You'd think I won the lottery. And, now I am addicted to finding a way to save a few dollars each day. I am not cheap. I buy what we need and yes...truth be told, I got my nails done today. But, I saved a heck of a lot all week and felt good about it. And, my nails look great!!


19. Sell stuff. I am getting rid of some items on Craig's List. Some people are addicted to eBay. One person's junk...!


20. Enjoy what you have. We are such a "throw away" society. Imagine how empty antique shops will be in a few years!

Okay...so I have shared my tightwad tips. Do you have any money saving tips to share? Please tell me what you do to save a buck!

And..."Tats" How I Roll...

Fresh Ink. My left arm wrapped in barbed wire. Yes, a tattoo. I could barely believe it myself. I am not in pain, thankfully. And, my husband is very ecstatic. A little tramp stamp on his wife. The kids were adversely taken back. No surprise here. Especially my Maddie. She is appalled that her strict as nails Mother (who doesn't allow pieced ears or a cell phone on those ears) would be so trashy to get a tattoo. What kind of double standard have we started here? All I could come back with was..."Hey, when you are over 40, you can do as you like with your body." This didn't go over though. Even Max was upset, after all...he gels his hair in a "faux-hawk" and thinks Skinny Pants are in his future. He's nine! I still dress him in GAP and Old Navy. No Skinny Pants allowed. Ever.

Back to the Tat. We spent the evening trying to explain...defend...JUSTIFY the ink. Tony was worn down and decided to do the most fatherly thing...he let the kids get a tattoo! Maddie came out with a purple and black flower on the inside of her forearm. Max got a FOX logo emblazed in "fireflame" orange and black.

Yep, "tats how we roll" folks.

**(They'll fade in about a week, depending on how many baths and showers are taken!)

Country Boots and Country Dancin'

Tonight is the Duck Creek Dance, complete with the band... Muddy Boots. Yep, I reckon' I have become a "little bit Country" over the years. My O.C. days didn't stick, and that's quite alright. I love cowboy boots, big belts and straw cowboy hats. My husband wears 'em best though. Yes folks, my husband started the whole thing...

Before we dated, we were Friends. you know... the "Harry Met Sally" friendship. I would talk about my lame long distance romance and he would brag about the various conquests he was maintaining. I met my husband in 1986. He lived below me in the dorm. Manzanita at ASU. He was quiet, reserved and we never hung out too much back in '86.

I ran into him a few years later...by way of Dance 100 Class. He was satisfying a Humanities requirement, I was gettin' an easy A. We studied together and attended all the dance concerts as well. He was very cute. Did I mention how I would stare at him instead of Professor Bernice? I even want as far as forging his name on the attendance roster...on days he slept through class. (It was at 11:40am.) We both received A's for the class. And went on our separate paths AGAIN.

We ran into each other in '90 and he asked me out to a rodeo. I was so excited, I even bought cowboy boots and a hat in Scottsdale, on Main Street. Mind you, it was not a date...okay, I was wishful thinking. (My boyfriend was in Nebraska/law school and something told me that this would not last, thankfully it didn't).

So, off to my first rodeo! Tony said "we'd be meeting several of our college friends" there. We waited at the front gate/ticket booth for an eternity. Then, we decided to just go on and find seats. I remember the tight crowds and grabbed his arm, did I mention his incredible biceps? Whoa Girl, slow down!

We watched the rodeo and for some odd reason, never found our college group. I wasn't really concerned though. I had "Mr. Bicep" next to me all night! I remember when he asked me to dance on the way out. We stopped and danced to some country music. It was my first Rodeo...and first Country Dance!

So, fast forward to '93, I was single and back in Arizona. Tony and I reconnected through a mutual friend, I kissed him on a bar stool and the rest is history. I had been saving that kiss for nearly seven years! Now, when we don a pair of dusty cowboy boots and a hat...I remember that Rodeo and the dance... like it was the first date! Because, you and I know...it was.

I can't wait for tonight. We have been married nearly 13 years, but it feels like the Rodeo Nite all over again. I will grab his arm (again) to lead to me to the dance floor..it will feel like time has not passed.

Start Your Engines....

Shhh... don't tell anyone of my unique sporting interests. I have kept my NASCAR watching in the closet and "on the down low" for a little while. Only letting my closest of friends know of my secret obsession. The smell of burning rubber, black tire stains on my shirt and the roar of the engines excite me. I can't explain it. I can explain however, the first day I watched NASCAR...

It was February 1997 and I was home alone in a new apartment in lovely Las Vegas. My husband of about four months, was busy at work on a Saturday morning. Got a promotion right into a six day work week! I dare mention, I was already preggo (YES, you can get preggo on the honeymoon) and morning sickness was in full swing. I recall eating my Saltine crackers and a Sprite on our old, Desert print, cactus and coyote adorned sectional. I could barely keep my attention on the mile high stack of wedding thank you's. I was sick of writing, "Thank you for the (toaster, comforter, bath towels, blah, blah, blah)... it lovely seeing you, oh by the way...a baby shower will be held in seven months...prepare yourself for another gift!"

Okay, so you got the picture...I was baby on board, on the ugly sofa and didn't like writing thank you's. I could only focus on basic stuff, when I stopped the remote on NASCAR. It may have been the mention of M&M's on Ernie Ervin's yellow car or a desire to drink a Miller Lite with Rusty Wallace...whatever the case, I was hooked. I mean, its an easy concept, go around the little oval and finish the race. And, I picked my own sport. My husband had no influence on this. He will assure you!

(Small digression here: Ten years later, he bought a Corvette and raced on a track...took 2nd place!)

I began to watch this "oval race" each Sunday...Sunday...Sunday! Saturday races were okay, but Sunday was the real day to watch! Bigger drivers and better crashes. Those races would get me through some tough times. I would forget the nausea, stretchmarks and cravings. Okay, not the cravings...Reese Peanut Butter Cups were always a coffee table away!

My husband greeted me with the best surprise one evening. He was fortunate to have met a driver through one of his First year-Advisors and scored two tickets to the boxes above the pits.

There, I was able to sit above the late, Dale Earnhardt's pit. I also met Rusty Wallace and got an elbow from Jeff Gordon's security...hmmm, might have been to close! (1997)

Anyhow...its out there. NASCAR is my thing. I let my Redneck show. Do you have a secret worth sharing? I would love to hear!!