Sunday, September 27, 2009

Beginners Luck

I never play poker. Honestly I don't even know how. Actually I really don't like card games.
So this weekend when I ended up playing poker and drinking a ton of beer, I won a twenty spot!!!
Seriously, beginners luck. Just like someone who says they have never played golf and wins a tournament. I was blind in one eye and couldn't see out the other with my beer goggles on and here in this picture you see my winnings and all my good luck charms. Yep that's an orange stapler that I became attached to for some reason. It kept me in the game!!!
Let it be said that I do not ever plan on playing again. But I do plan on continuing to drink beer and carry that stapler around in my purse from now on!

Peace Out
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Monday, September 21, 2009

Put on Your Ballet Shoes

Sweet Wyatt...
Gonna be a soccerina. That is not a typo...
She can't quite pick between soccer and ballet so this fall she is doing both.
I'm burnin the rubber off my tires lately trying to get everyone where they need to be when they need to be there.
Sometimes I think it would be easier to throw my laundry basket in the back of my car and do my laundry by a stream with a rock while one or both of my children do some kind of activity.

Peace Out

There Was a Time

There was a time I really thought I would see you again. It's just not true and I have to move on.
So I say this will all my heart,
I miss you. I'm sorry. I would change it all in an instant.
I swear I dream about it every week. The outcome always happy and peaceful. That dream will never be a reality.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

Friday, September 11, 2009

First Day of Second Grade

My sweet pickle Elliot began second grade!!!!!
She's two weeks into it and loves it. Her teacher is FANTASTIC!
Where has the time gone when I could look down and see her nursing while trying to grab at my hair?

Love you rock star!!

Cheaper by the Dozen

Our sweet mamma dog had TWELVE puppies yesterday. They are sleeping in a puppy pile this morning, snuggling with their mamma.
I went and got Elliot and her BFF out of school early so they could see the birth. It was really amazing.
So now we have 13 dogs in our house. It's gonna be crazy here for a while. We had no idea she was going have so many!
There is something universal about seeing a live birth. It strips away all the woes of your world when you see life come alive right before you.

Peace Out

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Righters Block

I have not really been able to blog lately. It was a hard summer.
I have lost friends through my own doings and through death.
I ask myself this question:
Do I want to be right or do I want to be happy? Damn, that can be hard to answer for me sometimes. Sometimes I want to rage against the machine and prove my point. Sometimes I actually get tired of my crusade and just want peace and happiness. Love, good gawd, we all want love! We all want to be accepted for the choices we make.
I watched a man be buried this week. A bugle played taps. I twice widowed woman cried. A family gathered together in honor. It was haunting.
I asked myself this question:
Do I want to be right or do I want to be happy?
I want to be happy. I want you to be happy.
Life is so short. I can hardly bare the thought of not living the fairy tale.

Peace Out