Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Melanie and Cody were so great to entertain all of the kids.......they ARE the DINKS* of the family........maybe they just needed a birth control reminder!?!
The kiddos wore themselves out my climbing trees, treasure hunting, volleyball, horseshoes, and hiding from Zip in a game called "We will hide for long periods of time, and you will NEVER seek us!" So sad :(
My tomato headed boy, Pop, noticed this dragonfly sunbathing on a stick..........He knows how much I love dragonflies, and called me over to see. It was very large and had the most beautiful blueish/purple wings.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
A 3 diamond solitaire ring that holds Carol's original engagement diamond in the center! I have had this ring in my safe all these years. At the boys' baseball game last week, Carol sincerely offered for me to use the diamonds to make myself a new wedding ring.......I'm teared up right now just typing this! Oh my Gosh! That was exactly what I needed! Something that had sentimental value and love behind it. She is so good to me. I had Randy get the ring out of the safe so that I could look at it again, and get a vision of what I could design it into. As I have it on my finger.....I am thinking that maybe I should just leave it as it is. I don't know just yet what the end result will be, but whatever the decision is, my ring comes with generations of love and commitment and honor.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Apparently this was quite the humdinger of events......the Elko Fire Dept was on hand to stand around and do nothing. Firemen! It's a hard life.
It was uncomfortable at first.......we did NOT fit in. We were big city girls in a rural dead end town. Because of that, we were looked at like movie stars! We got, "they're not from around here" with a twangy backwoods accent. Chelise suggested that we buck up and blend in with the crowd. We ordered our 280 oz of bud light/shot of jager combo. Both for a steal at $6! We took swigs and started throwing horns! Yelling "ROCK ON!" "Wahoo!" "Yahhhh!". Being in VIP didn't mean shit! It just put us 4 feet closer to the band and down with want-to-be rockers that had serious mullets, B.O., and few teeth! It was awesome!!!!! We 3 are closet white trash. The outer shell is a pink bubbly champagne....the inner core is Keystone Light.
Great White's lead singer come gimping up on stage. Gimping is an understatement. The dude should have had a laid flat wheelchair. Chelise swore he must have a peg leg! Ah, Ya think??!?He explained that he was in a horrible car accident and broke his pelvis, femur, something, something, big toe, something, knee cap, something, ear lobe. His doctor told him that he absolutely was not in good enough shape to continue touring. Holding up the birdie finger, he says, " I told that doctor that he can take that diagnosis and go f**k himself! I'm going on tour!" The crowd cheered hysterically. That kind of line is exactly what butt-rockers love to hear! Then the band started their first song......ok the only song! The singer's microphone wasn't working. I guess it was just Chelise, Paula and I that realized it though. The band and the toothless crowd carried on belting out the words to the song. Was it just us?????..........the three of us were making deaf gestures with our fingers....."I caun't hewr ew" "tuwrn up yor micwofone". Just then, a pack of Jumaliya's, Chelise's name for 2 large black men who take their roadie jobs very seriously, almost ran over Paula to get to the microphone problem. I saw it coming.......Paulaaaaaaa! Nooooooooooo! Her little feet scooted away just in time. Whew! That was close! We snuggled her into us...vowing to never put her in harms way again. That's when motha nature came with vengeance!
{SUE #2}
It started with sprinkle, sprinkle......added some hardcore lightning......sprinkle, drop, drop, bigger drop, bigger drop, pounding rain. The umbrella was a mini from the dollar store. It's coverage was slight. My back side was against the bottom of the tilted umbrella, which meant ALL of the run off was running down ME!!!! Soaked....totally soaked! I tell the girls, "We HAVE to get to cover. I'm making a run for the bleechers.....follow me!" I'm in the lead, Paula directly behind, and Chelise raking the crowd with the umbrella behind her. Sorry...oops sorry...excuse me....sorry........hitting and snagging bystanders all the way.
Once under shelter, we laughed so hard we could have pee'd our pants! Maybe it was just me almost peeing my pants....I've been known to do that.
This is what our hair looked like after! Sheets of rain coming down...thunder & lightning. A moment in time that was exhilarating.....I felt so alive. Have you ever danced, ran, laughed, loved in the rain? It's as natural of a high you will ever get.
Great White's equipment was soaked. The rain came through the cheesy tarp cover and saturated every piece. I hope insurance covers natural disasters. The only real unfortunate event in this, is that the concert was now over....one non-heard song. That's it! just one! non-heard! It was a fun experience all in the same. I would do it all again, with nothing changed!
We dripped back to our hotel....kicked our dirt splattered feet up, and carried on with girl talk. We talked soooo long, that I had mostly dried out! What I am about to tell you is pathetic and has only happened this one time! I swear! I am getting so comfortable in my own skin and age, that I wore the exact same outfit that night to the Stockmans!!!!!! An entire suitcase with at least 10 different outfit changes, and I keep my stank drenched clothes on! Sooooo not what I would have done in past years. I had a "I just want to have fun" attitude! Plus, I was buzzed and just didn't give a hoot! Chelise and Paula got all hottied up and we strutted for the shuttle. The shuttle to the land of "are we really witnessing this?" The Stockman's hosts the Biker Babe Contest every year. From what I've been told, they have a managery of alcoholic shots behind the scenes for the contestants to devour. I'm not going to be able to go into great detail about the what the "babes" did to win the contest. It would make my fingers feel dirty just typing it. I'm sure you can use your imagination.......even then, it was still probably worse in real life! A professional "dancer" won the contest....she was deserving. I hope her winners package consisted of advil, bandaids, and a sheet to put over her head of shame in the morning! There you go!
The packed to capacity club cleared out after the contest was over. We were one of maybe 5 tables left to enjoy our band friends, The Midnight Riders. They sing a wide range of songs. From hard core rock to slow country. We danced to the very end. We were in a large crowd of guys and gals group jumping, when a young fella said, "I've watched MTV and danced in front of a mirror my WHOLE life for a moment like this!" We were at grown up prom. Feeling young and vivacious. Not a care of what our moves looked like or what our hair had sweated into or that our feet were throbbing and swollen.
Young girl happiness in the purest form!
No prozac can compare.
The club had the nerve to kick us out and close.......who closes at 3 am???? My hell! We took time to walk the parking lot....in the rain....and admire the bikes on show. This man, we will call Bob, was riding out of the lot when we commented on what an awesome bike he had. I also told him I was glad that he wears a helmet :) He offered to let us take a pic. At a bike rally, you MUST sit on a bike at least once.....that was the posted rules......and I'm not a rule breaker! The time flew and before we knew it, it was 3:45.....our shuttle stops service at 4. Run girls Run!!!!!!!! I see the shuttle! It's waiting for us. Ten feet before the shuttle door and it drives off! It seriously left us standing there........in the rain! The POURING rain! Awe man! We walk back to the Stockman's......insist that the front desk old lady radio the stupid ass shuttle driver to come back. The stupid driver and the cracked old lady argue for 5 minutes. She looks at me and says, "He said No!" Alrighty then! Can we get a cab? You will just have to wait out by the Post Office and one should be coming around. Yah, thanks! Thanks a lot! We walk to the P.O., in the rain. Here comes a taxi girls!!! I'm going to hail my first taxi!!!!! I'm so excited! I want to make it look like I'm on the streets of NYC! With my smile big and arm stretched long......"TAXI, over here....TAXI! .....TAXI! ...TAXI!" My voice getting louder and stronger with every shout. Doing 40mph, he went splashing by! Not even a slow down!!!! Mercy me! Finally 10 minutes later, a nice taxi man picked us up and kindly drove us back to our hotel at a discounted price. Sometimes there is a ray of sunlight in a thunder storm.
A little more laughing and reliving the night until our heads dropped at 5 am.
The next day, we all had a slight headache, and not a lot of sleep. We were in no mood to screw around with the mops. It was a good hat day! It was also the day that we all had to face......Paula leaving the group. She needed to head back to SLC for Father's Day. If it wasn't for the love that Chelise and I have for Jay D, we would have wrapped her up and held her hostage for another day. It changes the dynamics of things when one person is missing. After lunch, we gave our goodbye's and parted ways.
Needless to say, the ONLY dancing I was doing was that pepto dance.....you know, the one with the hands on the mouth, stomach and bum
It is called "Girls trip" because we are able to find our inner child/teenager/carefree spirit. Just be a young girl again for a few short days! It is medicine for your soul. It is a fountain of youth. It is a belly laugh with no wrinkles. When, as women, did we loose ourselves in responsibilites? Are we not the same core person before children and marriage? I believe we are. My girls trip weekends are proof that I am. This last weekend, I truly felt 18 years old again. The group dancing, splashing in puddles, and silly friend talk. I swear......I feel less wrinkled and grey today. My spirit is happy, I am playful with my children, and my sexuality has been overflowing with my husband.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I just went outside to look for my child, Zip.....the one who has fended for himself ALL day. He is such a good kid! Anyway, I peek out the garage door and see him on his bike. He says, "hey mom....how ya feeling?" I answer and ask what he's up to. With 3 other children by his side, he says, "Oh, we are just telling Arturro* how great seven is going to be for him. It was probably my best year....don't you think mom? I think it was seven that I learned how to really have fun in life. Seven is a good year to be. Sometimes I wish I was seven again. I just wanted Arturro* to know what seven would be like."
Awe! My baby......I love these moments
*Arturro: Not to be confused with a churro.....although both are from Mexico.
*Arturro: An almost seven year old boy that lives across street. His brother's name is Menudo. Yes, their mother should be hung by her nose hairs for those names!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Jack had as much love and kindness as his large stature. He was unjudgemental and a true pillar to this world. I am grateful that my boys have wonderful memories with Grandpa Jack. He was a great factor in my marrying into the family. He and I had our own relationship that I learned from and value. I see so much of Jack in Randy. Great things. Looks, morals, family values and work ethics.
I miss Jack in our lives. I think he would be proud of the father Randy is to our sons.
We love you Jack
"Your dad sure is nice looking"
I'm proud to look like my dad
I'm proud that it was the three of us strong
I'm proud that he gave me my brother
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~Randy~