Wednesday, February 29, 2012

girls who wear glasses


Good-Bye February.  Looking forward to a muddy March on the R&B farm!

Monday, February 27, 2012

nap, nap, ah-forget it!

I didn't sleep so great last night, it happens from time to time.  I figured I could catch a quick nap.  Yep. Figured wrong.  Beach climbed into bed with me and started messing around.  "Hey, let's play the game were we listen to the noises in the neighborhood and say what we hear." I suggested hoping to get her to settle down.  "Okay mom." Pause. "Chicken." Pause. "Chicken." Pause. "Chicken." Pause. "Chicken." Pause. "Chicken." Pause. "Chicken."
Never mind get out of my room!

Saturday, February 25, 2012

empty ground

It started innocently enough as a thought: what should I plant in the garden this year?  And my mind jumped to the southeast corner of the garden space to Kilo’s grave.  I couldn’t stop think about him, about his sleek blackness slipping through the gates that morning.  And everything else that followed that day.
His life is hard to believe.  From a stray dog living out of garbage cans to the red sand of Best Friends to us and the green grass, the lakes, & the mountains. 
I’m not really lamenting the loss of dog, more the loss of a million more moments he might have had.
Ginger’s antics fill the day with the most hilarious dog tales.  My original complaint that she didn’t seem to NEED me has vanished, although she is too small.  In so many ways she is the perfect dog for me.  When she pulls on the leash it doesn’t throw out my shoulder, she listens, she follows, she mostly returns, and she doesn’t understand fetch any better than I do.  She is my dog and I love her, buttered dog food, messy kennel, cup thieving, and all. 
What I want is a chance to undo my choices that morning.  I wish I would have known he was dying I would have sat in the back of car and held him until he passed but in my rush to save his life he died alone.
And you may all think I am big jerk for coupling the two but it is also my biggest, maybe the single regret, I have over my sister’s death, that she died alone.  I don’t know why that matters to me so much.  Alone is one of the best states of being a person can have. 

Don’t worry, I’m not wrecking a perfectly good day over things long gone I am simply wondering what to plant on empty ground…

Thursday, February 23, 2012

coffee time!

Well, who doesn't need a good cup of coffee?
Apparently, the dog who butters her own food has also been stealing Colby's cup of joe wile he does chicken chores.  Case of the missing coffee mugs solved.
Looks like she needs a second cup...

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

last night

Here are the fun pic's from last night ladies only, well almost ladies only group W bench happy birthday Misty dinner. 
When you get  this group together it is very loud....and then there are the kids too!
Now I am going to tell you something totally random...Last night I had a dream I was in a plane that crashed and sank into the ocean.  I swam onto a beach with Colby and about 10 other people.  When I looked around I ask Colby about the other 100 or so people on the plane and he explained we could only save as many people as could fit in the nose of the plane.  I looked around again and there was a 500 lb women on the shore...'what about her?'I asked him.  He answered, ' You know how it works, we needed someone to not make it so I figured she was our best bet.'
Ah, the poor home schooled child working on her word search place mat- 'must finish'.   

Thanks to every one who made my turn to 39 so wonderful!
Look out, I'm just getting started!     

Friday, February 17, 2012

who she is today...

I snapped this pic at Beach's first private as she was warming up.  There are a lot of things I could say, things like how lucky we are to have the coaches we have (& have had), lucky to have met so many wonderful new friends, grateful for Beach's triumphs, and for the generosity of so many.  But really when I look at this as her mother I think: holy shit she's 8?!?!?
I love you Boo~

I contributed to Saturday's Artist

Sunday, February 12, 2012

where the heart is

We loaded up the car with dogs, sleds, the kid, & good food and
headed through light falling snow to the Boy's house deep in the Wasatch Back.
The perfect way to spend a Sunday.
 Parley's Summit
 The Heber Valley
 A small auto-tour to Wasatch State Park
Checking out the Heber Hot Pots.  Sadly, still posted: No Trespassing!
But now it has Tee-pees, strange (?)
 Then to the Boy's house where a bottle of chilled sweet wine was waiting for me!
The party inside.
[stuffed bread recipe HERE]
A little laundry before dinner?
He is a man of many talents!
The dog party outside.
Oh, baby dogs first deer carcase (gross).
I think the dogs are on to us...
Men on a mission.
Where have those two been?
Of course it isn't a night at the Boy's without him spoiling
Beach rotten with hand-me-downs.
To the Boy (who doesn't read my blog): 
Thanks for the drive in the snow, the food, the wine,
the company, the coffee, the toys, the clothes, even the pink ones. 
Josh, I was looking for the right words to tell you how much you mean to us
and how much I love you, but I just turned around
& my kid has yellow FLARP all over her.
So speaking form my heart: 
I love you even when you give my kid FLARP & she gets it everywhere.
Yep, that is about as close as words can get to how I feel. 
Talk to you in morning, XoXo

"Friends are the family that we choose ourselves." 


We were watching the Charlie Brown V-Day special when breaking new interrupted the program.
"Oh-no" I gasped, “something bad just happened.” 
“What happened, mom?” Beach asked.
“I don’t know they are going to tell us…I hope we didn't go start another war...”
We listened to the brief warning about children, then the news announcement, & Beach asks, “Who did we invade?”
Okay, so breaking into Children’s programming to announce the death of pop star (please forgive my assumption) from a drug overdose is a stupid thing to do.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

103 degree me

The Trained Ninjas have been planning this play date for days.  So who was I (a sick mom w/103 fever & waterlogged lungs) to say it couldn't happen?  Besides I am only suddenly sick because I told someone I was feeling remarkable well as of late. 
Since I wasn't going to watch them I figured they could watch themselves...
here is the camera Ninjas- have it!

 How'd we do mom?
Well, I could have lived without the pic of the ax.