It's Moo's Real Life Fest............

My BFF found this cool new thing she wants to try and suggested I try too. It looks and sounds really cool, so why not. We are being instructed to take 5 pictures without prepping, primping or staging. Here is what I came up with.................................

The first picture is Curb Side Appeal......this is the view of our home from the curb. It's not a 5,000 sqf house, it doesn't have 6 bedrooms/bathrooms or even a pool in the backyard. But what it does have is a roof, heater, running water and most importantly a family that appreciates living in it.

This is my junk drawer........it is really a mess. It's embarrassing to show this to the world but, here it is in all its glory. When something is missing-it's hiding here, when something doesn't have a home-it's stashed here, and when something is an odd or an end-it's in here.

This is my BLOGGING SPACE.....he-he. This is my desk. As you can tell by the picture it is used for more than a desk. It's the mail room, a hat stand, book shelf and sometimes lucky enough to hold dishes for the teenagers that don't want to get up and put them in the kitchen. My poor desk.

Next is my favorite piece of jewelry. I actually have three. One is my wedding ring, which is sitting in the jewelry box cause my finger is still fat to put it on from having a baby 17 months ago. The other is two bands that I had made a couple years ago to remind me of my sister. When my sister and I worked together she made me a photo album and on the last page it said "Sisters By Chance, Friends By Choice". For Christmas that year I had a band engraved with "Sisters By Chance" and gave it to her. For her birthday a couple months later I did another band engraved with "Friends By Choice". This was my way of showing her how cool I thought it was that she did that for me. I wanted her to know that I will never forget it. (Then I went and had them made for me as well so we could match!)

And here it is, the last one thing I was supposed to photograph, my best feature. Yep, you guessed it - MY EYES -........I guess that's really two though isn't it?! I had a hard time with this one cause I am not all that fond of my features and I wasn't sure what I could take a picture of and still have people return to this blog later.....he-he....just kidding. I whited out the rest of my face cause I couldn't get a good shot up close and I looked really silly.

Well, there you have it. I hope you enjoyed and will check back next week to see what fun things are going on, or any other time for that matter. Until we meet again..................

Another broken bone and a bone to pick.......

Ok, today I have 2 problems. One funny and one not so funny......here goes.

1. Another broken bone........I picked my son up from football camp today (the same camp that I had to sign the waiver for) and the first thing he says is "I have bad news". Being the over protective mommy that I am and knowing my son, I immediately know something is wrong. He gets in the truck and says "I think my pinky is broken". Uh-Oh.......I call the doctor and ask if we can go get an x-ray without being seen and they say "No, you must come see the doctor first" (only cause they need that extra few dollars from my insurance company). We go to the doctor, he spends 5 minutes with us and says please go get an x-ray. Now I am irritated....I did not go to medical school but, I am a mom and after so many years of being a mom I think they should make you an honorary doctor cause I knew that was coming. Why couldn't we just skip the whole $$$ co-pay and wasting an hour of my time. Don't doctors know that they should listen to the mom, she is ALWAYS right! So the pinky is broke, we have to see an orthopedic doctor on Friday and I am swearing off football...........this is the second time he has broken something playing football. Last season it was his wrist during the second game.......holy cow......and he drinks a gallon of milk a day!

2. A bone to pick...................don't men know not to wear socks with sandals. It is one heck of a major no-no. Just a hint, and call me crazy but, if it is warm enough for a short sleeved shirt,shorts and sandals......YOU DON'T NEED THE SOCKS! There is no need for you to worry about your feet getting cold when it is 90 degrees outside. And yes I know they do it cause they don't want thier feet to get cold cause everyone knows it's not to look good!

Rockies win 7-2

My Grandpa, whose company has season tickets to the Rockies games invited the whole family to join him for the Rockies game last Saturday against the New York Mets. My hubby and I have taken the two older ones to Rockies games for years but, we have never gone in style like this before. The season tickets that Grandpa has are for the 3rd level suites. Just let me tell you how sitting in the suite makes a person feel like royalty. They bring you food, drinks, sweets and beer. I know Grandpas' company pays for it but, let me tell you how nice it is to have someone bring all this to you so that you don't have to stand in long lines and miss the game.

The whole family was there and it was a great time. This was Kennys first game and although she is too little to care they did win. In the 6th inning there were 2 home runs hit back to back and 6 of the 7 points were scored in that inning as well. My hubby got to drink plenty of beer and hang with our older son and daughter, which I think they all enjoyed. Kenny got her first fat lip after falling into one of the chairs on the outer deck. I think this was the first bleeding injury that she's had. Kenny hadn't slept all day and when we were leaving she almost fell asleep on her dads head while riding on his shoulders.

All -in- all it was a wonderful day! And after Grandpa spoiled everyone like that, we have all decided we can't "just" go to a Rockies game. It just wouldn't be the same.

Sorry daddy, I joined PETA!!

This is Kenny, she is my baby. She is a huge animal lover. She is the only little one I have ever known that says "hi" to doggies as they walk by rather than the people walking the doggies. She is probably going to grow up and be one heck of a PETA member someday. There's only two problems with that though, her daddy and her big brother. Both of the men in her life are bow hunters and are always saying PETA stands for (People Eating Tasty Animals).

Well, we went to the zoo on Friday with friends from California and Kenny had the greatest time. She couldn't get over to see the animals fast enough. She ran to every animal, waved "hello" and even had a conversation with a couple of them. I think she is planning thier escape! It was the cutest thing you ever did see, until we had to leave and go to the next animal. She cried everytime! And believe it or not, she cried the most when we left the fish. (Darn, that Nemo and Dori).

So now this whole zoo thing has left me with one question, how do I explain to her that "daddy doesn't go hunting for pets"?!

What do you mean I can't hold you accountable.....

So my son is a football freak and is going to this football camp with the school this summer. He loves football, that's all this kid talks about. He is planning to go pro one day and is willing to do whatever he needs to get there. I don't mind that my child has a goal and is focused on making it come true...........what I have a problem with is that I had to sign a release stating...."they" are not responsible for any bodily damage or "death" that may occur. This paper even states that if another child is acting recklessly and injures my child that I may not hold anyone accountable for what happens to him. Where in the @$!# do they get off telling me that I can't hold anyone responsible for injuries that occur to my child if another child is acting like a dumb @$!#.........I don't have a problem with my child getting injured during "normal" plays and drills but, if your retarded kid injures mine cause he is jacking around, we ARE going to fight!!!!

Just another pleasure of being a mom in a world where many parents don't want to be held accountable for what their kids are doing!

Lesson learned...........................

Ok, here goes.....this is my first time blogging. My BFF set me up yesterday and I'm not sure what to write about first. I am a stay-at-home mom of 3 (two 15 year olds and a 17 month old baby). We have what's called the "his, hers, and ours" family. I am happily married and just need somewhere to tell my stories and have people laugh and let me know they go through the same things. My BFF blogs and I love her stories, so I hope to be able to write mine even half as good as hers. So here is the first of many to come.

........ I spent the day with my BFF yesterday. We did the normal things that all BFF's do when together....sun, babes, and hair color. Our little ones Kenny(17 months) and Spanky(19 months) - who are also BFF's even though they don' know it yet - played pool side in the backyard while us older ladies spent the day coloring and highlighting my hair. I am one of those girls who can't wait to have someone who's trained do my hair, so I always end up at my friends house to have her do it. First we did a dark color all over and then we highlighted. Now, anyone who has highlighted before knows that pulling through a cap SUCKS!! Not only did we pull my long hair through a cap but, we did it outside in 80 degree weather while watching babes play in the pool. It wasn't until my BFF noticed my hair was wet that she figured we should go inside. I was sweating under the cap, not perspiring, but full on sweating and every strand she was pulling was wet. Anyone who has ever colored/highlighted hair knows that your hair has to be dry (and dirty) to obtain best results,so the whole sitting in the sun and "highlighting" wasn't going to work. So unfortunatley, we moved inside and finished playing beauty school where it was nice and cool. My BFF had a great idea for my hair when we started and it would have worked really well, if my hair had played by the rules. After applying the highlighting mixture we were going to let the first coat sit for a little while and then do again. In theory this would cause two different highlighting effects. HA-HA, like I said, my friend had a great IDEA. Long story short, my hair came out really really blonde, I didn't like it much (not the BFF's fault at all, she pretends to be a hairdresser really well), and I baught another color to do again this morning......he-he.

Lessons learned.............

• never wear cap in 80 degree weather......and
• WAIT until you can afford to have someone trained do your hair!!