Thursday, July 29, 2004

Oh what a night.

"Where are your shoes?"
"I don't know a bad guy must of took them." the baby says. Everything in this house that goes wrong is blamed on this bad guy, and I have yet to met him. If he is lurking about stealing our stuff and creating all kinds of havoc I would at least like an introduction!
So onward with the search we find the shoes outside in the back yard, I know most of the bad guys hiding spots by now, so we didn't have to search long. We get the socks and shoes on as the oldest comes running in where he has been waiting in the van for like ten minutes.
"Mom you forgot to put my hockey pants on!"
"They won't fit me!"
"No mom on me" I look at him and sure enough there are no pants! How do you forget that? I would answer that question, but my mind draws a blank. So as we are struggling to get these padded pants on over his skates, the baby goes out the front door followed by one of the dogs. I manage to get the pants over the skates, and we run for the front door and the dog is up the street and the neighbor is trying to get him back home.
"Mom we can't leave Doc!" all three of them scream.
"Well I don't have time to chase him get in the damn van."
They are all crying, and I am mad and ready to strangle the stupid dog. The neighbor kid gets him home as I am loading everyone up. I try to get him in the house he escapes from my grasp and jumps in the van.
"Doc house now"
Blank look like he has no clue what I am talking about!
I try to drag him out of the van to no avail.
"Damn dog now your going to have to sit in the van until practice is over. Your gonna die of a heat stroke you idiot!"
"huhhhhhhuuhhh" is the only response I get as he crawled up in the seat next to the oldest. So we speed to the rink, I throw the oldest and all his gear out, run him into the rink, yell to the coaches that I will be back in a bit, and drive the 25 minutes back to the house to put my dumb ass dog back in! I missed the first 15 minutes of practice, but managed to not get caught speeding!

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

I looook like a freak!

We were getting ready for hockey today, and I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth. The youngest comes in looks at himself in the mirror, then looks at me in utter shock.
"I loook like a freak mom, you want me to look like a freak?"
Not really looking at him I mutter with a mouthful of toothpaste, "ou on't ook ike a reak."
"You like me to look like an idiot mom, you want everyone to call me an asshole." yep that is what my three year old told me. I spit, and turn around to see what is causing such a fuss, to see that his hair is all sticking up all over his head.
"Well honey mommy can fix that right up, your not a freak or an idiot sugarbaby."
I left the asshole part out in hopes that he wouldn't repeat that again. I wet his hair down, and combed him up.
"There how is that."
"I am cute now, thans mom."
and we head out to the car.
I didn't think about it again, and then we get to the rink and the first person he see he has to tell them "I'm not an asshole!" Oh yeah I wanted to crawl under something and die as these prim and proper hockey moms dressed in their designer labels, with their French tip nails professionally done, look at me in my levi's and old sweatshirt, like I am some trailer park trash. I probably know more about hockey then they ever will, and then one of the hockey dads, breaks the silence and says "Well it's good not to be an asshole!" "Yeah" my 3 year old says happily. I laughed so hard as he brushed passed the others moms, I wanted to hug him for that. Hockey dads are great, however I just don't seem to fit in with a lot of the hockey moms. I don't sit in the warm lobby and gossip with the other women, while my baby is on the ice. I sit in the stands of the cold arena, that is where my baby asked me to be so I could see him better. I don't have a lot in common with these upper middle class women who are all about status, and I don't have my kid in hockey because it is the "thing to be in" like some of them do, and I have heard some of the kids complain they hate it. He plays because he has a love for the game, and if there is ever a time when he doesn't love the game he doesn't have to play anymore. So I will keep sitting in the stands freezing cold, and I will keep wearing my ratty old sweatshirts, with my hair and nails not done professionally, and I will enjoy every minute that he is out there playing his little heart out, because I enjoy watching him. I love the pride he has when he has done something great and gives me a thumbs up, or when he skates by and gives me that little "look at me mom" smile and head nod. I don't have to try and fit in with those other moms, I have so much more than they ever will.

It is raining.

Rain falls and the world is peaceful. It makes the days cool and my mind lazy. I sit and watch the drizzle and think about nothing. I hear birds chirping as they search the soggy ground for worms, fluffing their feathers against the chill. The air is as motionless as my mind. The moments when my thoughts are silent seldom come, and I treasure these rare times when they do. The times when the jumbled confusion ceases and there is only blank space, to fill with the wonders of the world. The moments of tranquility rarely last, and my mind soon jumps into overdrive asking all the questions that have no answers. I long for those answers that do not exist. For a few minutes there was peace within, there was silence of the soul, when I did not question I just listened to the rain.

Ok now everyone needs to go to the forum and post a story! Come on people get over there and play the story game! It is fun. Collin posted the new words today and you just have to make up a story using the words! You don't have to register to play just post your story as a guest if your not a memeber. You can even use an assumed name if you don't want us to know who you are. Please Please Please come and play with us! It is all about the fun, and I know there are a lot of great writes that can come up with a lot of great stories so come on and show us what you can come up with the more people that play the more fun we will have!

Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Hockey Camp is good.

"MOM is it time yet?"
"No, we have 4 hours before we have to go, now quit nagging me!"
"Maybe I should get my pads and skates on now mom, so I am ready."
"No you don't need to, just go play we will have plenty of time to get ready." We had this same conversation all day, and I am sure it will start again as soon as he gets up!
Finally time comes to get him in all his gear, he dragged his hockey bag from the closet, and we began the processes of placing pads in all the right places. We get his skates on his feet, which I discover I forgot to get sharpened. Having sharp skates is important, without sharp edges it is harder to skate. I put his blade guards on, we got everyone else's shoes on and left for the rink. The whole way there it was all hockey talk, he missed being on the ice. We pulled into the parking lot and the boys were out of the van before I even turned off the motor. I turned in our paperwork, we got a sticker with his name on it for his helmet, and a brand new rocky Mountain Hockey School jersey, which for some reason it is always cool when you get a new jersey so he was very pleased. They took the ice and all took a knee to listen to the coaches. There are 5 coaches up for the camps they are holding here now, all fairly young. They really impressed me, these young men who started early in the morning with the older kids, and had pretty much been on the ice all day, took the ice with our little guys, and they never lost patiences. They worked with our group of 5 to 7 year olds and never tired. These guys really got down on the level of these kids, they made every drill fun for them, and still managed to work their little butts off. I have seen coaches that really have no business being on the ice with kids, the ones who treat the little guys like they are teenagers, or yell and get mad when they don't quite understand something. These guys are really great and I am relieved that they treat the little ones so well, and still manage to teach them a lot of good stuff.

Monday, July 26, 2004

This was good, reflects a lot of my feelings.


Open Letter to John Kerry:

My wife had rotator cuff surgery earlier this year, and the recovery is terribly painful. Then, she developed a staph-epi infection, and they had to cut the same scar open and operate on her again. Just thinking about the pain and anxiety of facing that painful surgery a second time in the same wound, makes me cringe. That experience, however, pales in comparison to what I am going through right now, in my heart.

The old hurts are surfacing and the feelings of betrayal by fellow citizens, and their leader stirring them up, are breaking my heart again. I am being cut in the same scar. How did we, who served in Vietnam, suddenly become cold-blooded killers, torturers, and rapists, of the ilk of the Nazi SS or the Taliban? Most of us were American soldiers who grew up idolizing John Wayne, Roy Rogers, and all the other heroes. That was why I volunteered. But for political expediency, John Kerry has rewritten history, again. After spending only four months in the country of Vietnam, John Kerry testified before Congress in 1971 with these exact words about incidents he supposedly witnessed or heard about from other vets: "They personally raped, cut off ears, cut off heads, taped wires from portable telephones to human genitals and turned up the power, cut off limbs, blown up bodies, randomly shot at civilians, razed villages, shot cattle and dogs for fun, poisoned food stocks, and generally ravaged the countryside of South Vietnam."

I was a green beret officer who volunteered for duty in Vietnam and fought in the thick of it in 1968 and 1969 on a Special Forces A-team on the Ho Chi Minh Trail, just for starters. We were the elite. We saw the most action. Everybody in the world knows that. But we did not just kill people, we built a church, a school, treated illnesses, passed out soap, food, and clothing, and had fun and loving interaction with the indigenous people of Vietnam, just like our boys did in Normandy, Baghdad, Saigon, and everywhere American soldiers ever served. We all gave away our candy bars and rations to kids. Our hearts to oppressed people all over the globe.

My children and grandchildren could read your words, and think those horrendous things about me, Mr. Kerry. You are a bold -faced, unprincipled liar, and a disgrace, and you have dishonored me and all my fellow Vietnam veterans. Sure, there were a couple bad-apples, but I saw none, and I saw it all, and if I did, as an army officer, it was my obligation to stop it, or at the very least report it. Why is there not a single record anywhere of your ever reporting any incidents like this or having the perpetrators arrested? The
answer is simple. YOU ARE A LIAR! Your medals and mine are not a free pass for lifetime, Senator Kerry, to bypass character, integrity, and morality. I earn my green beret over and over daily in all aspects of my life.

Eight National Guard green berets, and other National Guard soldiers, have been killed in Iraq and Afghanistan, and you totally dishonored their widows and families by lumping National Guard service in with being a draft-dodger, conscientious objector, and deserter, just so you can try to sabotage the patriotism of our President who proudly served as an Air National Guard jet
pilot. I have a son earning his green beret at Fort Bragg right now, and his wife serves honorably in the Air National Guard, just like President Bush did, and I am as proud of her as I am my son. I volunteered for Vietnam and have no problem whatsoever with President Bush being our Commander-In-Chief. In fact, I am proud of him as our leader.

John Kerry, you personally derailed the Vietnam Human rights Bill, HR2883, in 2001, after it had passed the House by a 411 to 1 vote, and thousands of pro-American Montagnard tribespeople in Vietnam died since then who could have been saved, by you. Earlier, as Chair of the Senate Select Committee on MIA/POW Affairs, you personally quashed the efforts of any and all veterans to report sightings of living POW's, when you held those reins in Congress.

You have fought tooth and nail to push for the US to normalize relations with Vietnam for years. Why, Mr. Kerry? Simple, your first
cousin C. Stewart Forbes, CEO, of Colliers International, recently signed a contract with Hanoi, worth BILLIONS of dollars for Collier's International to become the exclusive real estate representative for the country of Vietnam.

"Hanoi John," now that it works for you, you beat your chest about your Vietnam service, but to me, you are a phony, opportunistic,
hypocrite. You are one of those politicians that is like a fertilizer machine: all that comes out of you is horse manure, and you are
spreading it everywhere.

Medals do not make a man. Morals do.

Don Bendell
Canon City, Colorado

The eye is much better today, I will be able to caught up a bit before we have to go to hockey camp.

Sunday, July 25, 2004

Spiders bite

Well that is how I have spend my weekend hardly able to see. I got bit by some type of spider right on the cornor of my eye. The whole eye swelled shut, and I have knots from my jaw all the way into my neck and a headache! Just thought I would let you all know where I have been. Hopefully tomorrow I will feel better. If not it looks like the dr. will sucker me out of more money.

Friday, July 23, 2004


My friend Jenny is doing a 24 hour blog for charity. Wow that is 24 hours of blogging, what can you talk about for 24 hours? Well tomorrow stop by her blog and see, and if you can help her out with her fund raising that would be great!

Where has the summer gone?

We had to do our walmart thing last night, and I hate going to walmart. The employees seem to get more bitter everytime I am in there. Anyway that is not what my post is about, I only bring up walmart because they have school supplies out already. Everywhere you look there are notebook, pencils, erasers, and every other thing the child going back to school needs. What happened to the summer break? It is almost over, and I am no where near ready for the boys to go back to school. I enjoy having them home with me. I enjoy the freedom to go anywhere we want, and I enjoy being able to grab them in my arms and squeeze them anytime I feel the need. I treasure when they run in hot and sweaty from outside and jump into my lap just to tell me they love me. I hate the quiet when they are not here with me, I hate not being able to see them and know they are ok. I hate the fact that they have to go to school at all. I know they have missed their friends, and are looking forward to going back to school. I know that I need them to go to school so I can have a little bit of quiet time. I just miss them when they are not close to me, at least the baby isn't going to start school yet. I still have one more year until he has to go.

Thursday, July 22, 2004

6 years ago

I was in labor with my oldest son, the contractions started at about midnight, but they were only about ever 30 minutes and weren't very bad. They stayed like that most of the night and through the day. My mom came into town and we went shopping and had lunch, and by about 4 the pain was a little stronger and about 15 minutes apart. Steve was at work so we stopped by to let him know that I hadn't gone to the hospital yet. I didn't want to go to the hospital at all, I figured that I could have this baby at home and it wouldn't be that big of a deal. I still don't think it would of been that big of a deal, but no one else shared my feeling. Me and mom headed home and the contraction got really bad and were about 7 minutes apart. Steve came home and they dragged me off the hospital despite my protests. I go in and the nurse checks me, if you have not had a baby this consists of someone jamming their fingers, or a baseball bat, I am still not sure that wasn't what she was doing, in the same place this baby wants to come out. She tells me I am only a 3 so I still have lots of time. I decided I want a malt and onion rings, don't ask cause I don't know why. Steve called his mom and we met her at a restaurant. So we are sitting there and I am doubling up every 4 minutes at this point, thinking I am not going back to that hospital. So there is my mother, my mother in law, and Steve all staring at me, which is really just pissing me off at this point. There was a lot of anger in me and it just got worse, I just wanted to go home. I expressed myself very eloquently to my husband, I think it was "Take me the fuck home now and make them stop staring at me or I will kill you." Yep they hauled my butt right back to the hospital. This time the Dr. came in and says "we are going to break your water, but your in for a long night". He inserts this tool that looks kind of like an orange peeler, and fluid gushes from my body. The nurse takes me to a birthing room, the Dr. says he is going to go home and call when I am ready. Well not 5 minutes after he walks out the door I am ready. They can't get ahold of the Dr for some reason or another. All these nurses are hovering over me, trying to get me to lay down, and telling me they need to check me. Well I don't freaking want to lay down, and I really don't want them shoving that baseball bat at me again. I want to go home. So after about 10 minutes of fighting me I bow to their wishes just so they will shut up and leave me alone. Now there are about 10 nurses on shift and I am the only one giving birth so they all come in my room for the excitement, which just makes me angry. They have placed my legs in the stirrups and they are poking and prodding at places I really don't want them poking and prodding at,I tell them I want drugs and they keep telling me they can't give me drugs it is to late for that, and then I hear in a hushed voice she is crowning. I was thinking so what's the big deal someone get down there and caught my baby. They all thought they needed to wait for the Dr., whom they finally got a hold of and was on his way. Then I hear "Well he just left his house." I say "well where the hell does he live in Douglas?" which is about 50 miles away. "Oh no he just lives on the other side of Paradise Valley, honey he will be right here." I live on that side of town I know it takes 15 minutes or longer to get to the hospital and I told them to get someone else, but they didn't care what I thought. Well at this point I can feel the head of my child trying desperately to get out and I have 15 people yelling at me not to push, don't push? I am having a freaking baby that is how you get it out by pushing, and they don't want me to push! So 15 minutes of them screaming at me "breath don't push" and me wanting to slap them all the Dr. Arrives, but he doesn't come right over and grab my baby, no this man with his over priced medical degree has to change his cloths. For what I paid he could of bought enough new cloths to last all year! When he decided to come and take a look, he says "oh yeah the head is almost out." DUH! He tells me "ok you can push" thank God! It only took once and there was my baby. Happy Birthday little man, I love you so much!

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

I will never forget.

Just thought we all needed a reminder. So often we tend to get caught up in our own lives, and forget what is important. I think that no matter your religious or political views, no matter how you feel about Bush or Kerry, or how you feel about abortion or gay marriage, you can never forget what happened. I think it is important to remember how we put all our differences aside and we all stood together as proud Americans. How easy we forget that. I remember after September 11th people were friendly to each other. People would speak to each other and we were united in our fear and our anger. Flags flew on every house and car. We should always be proud to be Americans for we are the greatest country in the world, we are so lucky to have been born here. Born free, but freedom has such a great cost doesn't it. So in honor of Sept 11th and our hero's in the military busting their asses for us everyday to make sure we are safe here are some great links.

Man if this one doesn't bring tears to your eyes

Some gave all


this is such a great song

another tear jerker

WOW just WOW

For all of you that have kept up with my blog and my comments you know Derek S. He has read and commented on my blog since well for a really long time. I am honored to know such a smart and talented young man. He posted a short story on his blog that just is amazing. So go here on this link and read.
This is Buddy dog, he is the baby. Posted by Hello

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

This is where I am at right now.

Artist/Band: Keith Toby
Lyrics for Song: Tryin' To Matter
Lyrics for Album: Pull My Chain
I'm a lonely man with a lonely life
A full-time job and part-time wife
And the grindstone just goes on and on
You're a lonely girl that's a lonely wife
Gotta three bedroom and an empty life
And you're not quite sure
Just where it all went wrong
There are lots of reasons why we should turn and walk away
But there's a whole lot ridin' on this love so baby what's ya say

Let's give it one good shot
Let's really give it all we got
We can take it nice and slow
Baby don't you want to go back
Where we had a chance
And we danced our dance
In a world where a heart could never shatter
We might go down cryin'
But at least our love will die
Tryin' to matter, tryin' to matter

We've come a long way so don't forget
let's don't throw our hands up yet
We've still got time
To change our mind
Honey let's give it our best tonight
If we still ain't got it right
We can always, always say goodbye
Somewhere I guess we let go, lost a little ground
One solitary heartbeat can turn this thing around

Let's give it one good shot
Let's really give it all we got
We can take it nice and slow
Baby don't you want to go back
Where we had a chance
And we danced our dance
In a world where a heart could never shatter
We might go down cryin'
But at least our love will die
Tryin' to matter
We might go down cryin'
At least our love will die
Tryin' to matter, tryin' to matter

Boy for someone who was busy, I sure have posted a lot today.

Don't be offended just laugh it's a joke!

Ok now I am risking offending some of you, but really that is not my intent!  I got this in an email, and I laughed and laughed, because... it really is just... funny!  Yes it is rude and cruel, but it is funny. 
In reply to all the "Bleeding Hearts" out there...
If hooking up an Iraqi prisoner's scrotum to a car's battery cables willsave one American GI's life, then I have just 2 things to say:
Red is positive.
Black is negative!

Monday, July 19, 2004

to blog or not to blog.

My blogging my be sporatic for awhile it is a busy time right now.  The oldest is about to start hockey camp again, and there is a lot of stuff going on.  I will try to blog when I can.  I will check up on everyone too.  I love you all and I have not left for good!

Friday, July 16, 2004

I am just not in the mood.

I have been in a mood yesterday and today.  I just don't even want to leave the house.  I actually went back to bed this morning and just go up.  So I didn't feel like cooking last night and took the boys to popeyes chicken.  The girl comes on the speaker and says, "We are out of red beans and rice, and corn on the cob."  So I go ok well give me your 8 piece meal with mash potatoes, you have mash potatoes don't you?"  "Yes we have mashed potatoes, so you want the 8 piece meal, with what side item."  "Mash potatoes."  My oldest then says "mom she is an idiot!"  "Yes honey you shouldn't make fun of people, maybe she has some sort of illness and just can't help it."  So we pull up to the window and she is there, she slides the glass back, and says "We are out of wings and legs, is it alright if we give you thighs?"  "Yeah that is fine"  I was in my pissy mood and this was just making it worse.  She takes my money, and then we sit there for about 10 minutes, cause apparently they had to kill some chickens to get the thighs, which makes me wonder why the hell they couldn't of just cooked up the legs while they were at it, my kids like the legs.  So finally she gives up our order, "I went ahead and put napkins and spoons in there for you."  I looked at her and so much wanted to say something rude and hateful.  I had to just drive off before I went off.  I should of just stayed home!

Thursday, July 15, 2004

Well again I don't have pictures.

I went to the rodeo, took out my camera focused on the cutest butt I could find, and the damn batteries were dead. I knew they were low before I left, so I stuck some new ones in the charger. Do you think I remember to put them in the camera bag. Well anyway I will recap the event for you weather you want me to or not, because well because this is my blog!

First up was Bareback Bronc, this is one of my favorite events!
There were nine sexy cowboys trying to stay in the saddle and 6 of them managed to come up with scores for their ride.
Nate Graves of Kaycee, Wy ended with an 83 tonight tying with Casey Gale of Riverton Wy. Dennis Foyil of Guthrie, Ok took an 80 for the night. Zach Dishman a Beaumont boy, yeah that's Texas held his 8 seconds to score 76. Andy Bolich of Bozeman, Mt held on for a 73, and Zach Curran of Arvada left tonight's event with a 68. Beau Ledoux, my favorite this year, ended up looking at the underside of Junkie, the horse he drew for this go round ending in a no score! Don't worry Beau there is always tomorrow! If anyone can tell me who Beau is related to you win the prize.

Calf Ropings top score went to one of the top calf ropers around Stran Smith. He flipped that rope around that calf, jumped off his horse, and tied her down in 9.5 seconds, now that is the way you rope a calf! Stran is a Texas boy, Childress Tx. Those Texas cowboys are always good with the ropes.

Saddle Bronc was a little slow tonight, the horses just were not giving the cowboys a good ride. The top two rides were both Wyoming boys. Mo Forbes went away with an 84 and Will Berg ended with an 81.

I missed Steer wrastlin cause the boys had to pee and I had to smoke.

Team roping leaders tonight were Ty Blasingame and JW Borrego with a 5.3 second time.

The ladies were on there game as well, Karen Turek of Ft. Collins, Co took the lead after her run tonight with a time of 16.61.

Now the event you have all be waiting for! yeah I am talking about those big bad !brahmas, ok for non country people that's a bull.
Bryan Richardson was just awesome. I have seldom seen a ride that good, and then to have a score to reflect that was just great. Oh yeah he got a 90 for that one! Man that boy could stay on that bull, I am still just amazed by that ride. He was truly amazing. One of my favorite bull riders Colby Yates ended the night with an 82.

Ok I will leave you wondering what the hell I am talking about with all this scoring lets just leave it at this I was not the one scoring. I was on my best behavior

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Ok I didn't even go to the rodeo yesterday.

After I got home from the parade and sat here I developed a pounding headache that I couldn't get rid of and then I got the freaking chills, and I thought that I was getting sick and then I noticed I was just sunburned to a crisp! I missed the rodeo cause I had to go lay down, to try and get rid of the headache. This morning I woke up with what I thought was a cold, but I doubled up my my algery meds and am feeling much better now. So Wendy there are no photos yet, but I am going tonight and tomorrow night, and friday night so I will have pics babe don't worry there will be lots and lots of pictures!

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

It is to hot.

I took my boys to the parade today. It was a hot and miserable 98 degrees today. Well the parade was good this year, and the boys got loads of candy so they were happy. My 5 year old, who likes the ladies already, was funny. There was a float with a bunch of bikini clad sluts, no really they are I know them and they will sleep with anyone. Well this float was followed by miss rodeo wyoming and a bunch of other cowgirls on horses. My oldest looks at me and says, "Now those are good looking girls!" The guy sitting next to us said to him "You didn't like the half naked ones." Thinking he was being funny. To this my wonderful little man replies, "They just looked like a bunch of hookers, I like the cowgirls better they are beautiful." Oh yeah it is in his blood just like it is in mine. I was very proud of him at that moment. Not to many 5 year old kids will notice the difference between beauty and just plain sluttyness, but then again not to many 5 year olds care. The baby was funny too, everytime he would get a piece of candy he would hold it up for everyone to see and yell "OH yeah I scored" and when he would get more than one he would yell "Big score for me, I am awesome!" He is always entertaining though! Tonight is rodeo, ladies I will take the camera and share with with you!

and here is one for miss vadergrrrl. She can pretend she doesn't like us redneck people, but deep down I know she loves us! You are just to funny Miss V!
Gretchen Wilson Redneck Woman Lyrics

Well I ain't never
Been the barbie doll type
No I can't swig that sweet champagne
I'd rather drink beer all night
In a tavern or in a honky tonk
Or on a 4 wheel drive tailgate
I've got posters on my wall of Skynard, Kid and Strait
Some people look down on me
But I don't give a rip
I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip

Cause I'm a redneck woman
And I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raisin'
And I say "hey y'all" and "Yee Haw"
And I keep my Christmas lights on, on my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song
So here's to all my sisters out there keepin' it country
Let me get a big "Hell Yeah" from the redneck girls like me
Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah

Victoria's Secret
Well their stuff's real nice
Oh but I can buy the same damn thing on a Wal*Mart shelf half price
And still look sexy
Just as sexy
As those models on TV
No I don't need no designer tag to make my man want me
You might think I'm trashy
A little too hard core
But get in my neck of the woods
I'm just the girl next door

Hey I'm redneck woman
And I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raisin'
And I say "hey y'all" and "Yee Haw"
And I keep my Christmas lights on, on my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Tanya Tucker song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big "Hell Yeah" from the redneck girls like me
Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah

I'm redneck woman
And I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raisin'
And I say "hey y'all" and "Yee Haw"
And I keep my Christmas lights on, on my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Ol' Bocephus song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big "Hell Yeah" from the redneck girls like me
Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah

Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah

I Said Hell Yeah

Monday, July 12, 2004

Since we were talking about cowboys.

My great grandaddy was a Texas cowboy, back before I was ever born of course. I never got the chance to met him, but the list of cowboys in my family has gone on since then. My mom dragged me and my sister to rodeos from here to Canada and back again. I have been to the stampede in Calgary, Cheyenne frontier days many many times, and every one inbetween. I take my kids now, and they all 3 want to be cowboys. I have always had a love for horses, and there is nothing in the world that I would love more than owning about 50 acres and some horses for the boys. Sadly the life of the true cowboy is becoming a thing of the past. Cowboys use to spend more time in the saddle, rounding up their cattle, breaking horses, riding the range. Now days you see them doing it with 4 wheelers and helicopters, but as long as there is rodeo there is still hope of keeping the spirit of the cowboy alive. Tomorrow is parade day, which kicks off fair and rodeo week here, yeeeeehaaaaw I love the rodeo!

Saturday, July 10, 2004


Yeah I have this thing for them. You all think it is their nice butts, and their good at, well stuff. Those are valid points, but let me tell you why cowboys are the sexiest men around. I went to get dog food tonight, and I go to the feed store to get my dog food, because it is cheaper there. There I am with my 3 little boys, trying to keep an eye on them, and get 2 35 pound bags of dog food, cause I have 3 big dogs. I suddenly here "Let me get those for you." thinking it was an employee of the store
I turn around to see it is not an employee oh no it was Mr. Cowboy. Oh he was yummy, with the biggest brown eyes peeking out from under his hat, and yeah he had the butt too. He stood there smiling, and at that moment he could of had anything he wanted from me. I politely told him it was ok I could manage, but you see cowboys are gentlemen he wouldn't take no for an answer, he grabbed up my dog food bags and took them to the counter for me. Then this sexy man waits for me to pay, we made small talk and the boys asked him if he was a real cowboy, and he teased them about roping sheep and they giggled. I though he was waiting in line to make his purchase, but the cashier gives me my receipt and he grabs up my purchases and carries them to the car for me. I was telling him the whole way that I could get them and he insisted the whole way that it was no trouble to help out a lady in need, little does he know he left me in more need than he found me! I thanked him for his help, and I am sure I had that look in my eyes that said "take me here and now." He said it was no problem at all wished me a good night, and walked off to get in his Dodge truck! Oh man I am hanging out at the feed store every flipping day now. Yeah cowboys are yummmy.


It should be a day to sleep in right. I think someone forgot to tell the idiot that lives behind me that people don't get up at 6 am on Saturday morning, and we are in the city limits so we have noise laws. He is over there fixing some kind of race car, and from the sound of it he must be putting a jet freaking engine in the damn thing! I don't flipping mow my lawn at 6 am, and if I did you can bet the cops would be at my house seconds after I started the mower, but that is just the kind of luck I have. I would of sworn he had the car parked under my bedroom window it was so loud. I am not an expert on jet engines, but I am pretty sure that revving them up full throttle for a solid hour and a half can't be good for them. I think the sound of it just makes him feel manly or something, because the vrrrroommmm vrrrrrooommmmm vrrrooooommmmmmmm didn't stop long enough for the guy to even add a quart of oil. I seriously thought about getting the 9mm out and shooting holes in his radiator, but I didn't want to be hauled off to jail in front of my boys. So tonight I will just teach the boys the value of revenge, and sugar his gas tank.

Ok some links of the day for you people to look at.
funny stuff I borrowed this one from Ren.

This one is just flat porn, so if your offended by that sort of thing don't click on this link. This guy likes to pay for sex and then blog about it.

Friday, July 09, 2004

Some special advice.

This is for you women who feel hurt and upset when your sugar butt forgets those special little moments in life, like your birthday and anniversary. Quit feeling sorry for yourselves,buck up for Christ sake he is only human! Yesterday was Steve's birthday, he was out of town, and when he called instead of wishing him a happy birthday we had a big ass argument, but what's new we seem to be doing that a lot lately. Then this morning I remember yesterday was his birthday, and birthdays are a big deal with his family. To me they are for the kids, I mean sure it is nice for people to remember, but I don't get all bent out of shape if they don't. So now when he comes home tonight in his pouting, pissy mood, because we are fighting, he will always have hurt feelings, because I don't care enough to remember things like that! Good grief maybe they will just send him on another job and he won't make it home this weekend!

My weekend is free and clear, my wish was granted they sent him on another job woooohooo. Now I will go and get him a birthday present from the boys and that should make up for it!

Thursday, July 08, 2004

A journey into my past.

I was blog hopping tonight as I do so often. I came to Miss Vadergrrrl's blog. I know most people stop by because she talks about sex, and who doesn't like sex, but she is really so much more than you read in her sex posts. Vadergrrrl is a such a beautiful person inside and out. So anyway she has a few poems she wrote from her younger years posted. I got to wondering just what I wrote when I was younger. I have boxes of stuff I have written over the years. I actually learned a lot about my life going through the box from 8th grade to my first year at college. I was a messed up child. I wrote a lot about death, mostly my own. I may have been a bit suicidal ok I was a lot suicidal. I wrote a lot about being insane and going insane. I think that stems for the fact that I have never really felt like people understand me. Which is my fault really I tend to close doors when people get to close to me, but I am learning not to do that anymore. I have poems about every one of my boyfriends, and some of them I have no clue who they were, Matt was apparently really hot and a really good kisser when I was 15. He must not have been that hot or that good, cause I have no memory of him now. I have always been flighty about relationships though. I also found pictures my friend Randy drew for me, I miss him, and often wonder what happened to him. I wrote volumes about Jason, my friend that died in a head on collision our senior year, because he was drinking and driving. I will never forget sitting in marketing class just a few days before it happened. He was giving me crap about my car being parked on the sidewalk and him telling me I shouldn't drive when I am wasted, that just made me cry. I also discovered I wanted so badly to kill my best friend and I quote "I wish I could just stick a knife through his heart and watch him die." I have several about him some good some not so good. We were actually just best friends, but we were together so much everyone just assumed we were dating so I guess we started believing it too. I left him to move to Denver where I met the love of my life. You know that one special person you should spend the rest of your life with, yeah he is in Colorado somewhere still. I still write about him a lot, but you can't live in the what could of been. I have always had a great fear of being alone. I always feel alone, and I am always searching for ways not to be, that may explain why I have always jumped from man to man. I think they can save me from myself, when in reality the only person that can save me is me. I don't know if I am sad I went on that journey or enlightened, maybe a bit of both. So I leave you with this.
Cold dark and alone
Pictures on a wall
deep water still and blue
colors of a full moon
dripping tears fragile and frail
cold dark and alone

Nothing happening today.

Ok just more song lyrics that I can identify with. This is an Eagles song off thier Hell freezes over album. I don't know if I will ever get to the place in life where I Learn to be still. That place where I am content to be. This song pretty well sums up me and how I have went through life, pretty depressing really.

Learn To Be Still

It's just another day in paradise

As you stumble to your bed

You'd give anything to silence

Those voices ringing in your head

You thought you could find happiness

Just over that green hill

You thought you would be satisfied

But you never will-

Learn to be still

We are like sheep without a shepherd

We don't know how to be alone

So we wander 'round this desert

And wind up following the wrong gods home

But the flock cries out for another

And they keep answering that bell

And one more starry-eyed messiah

Meets a violent farewell-

Learn to be still

Learn to be still

Now the flowers in your garden

They don't smell so sweet

Maybe you've forgotten

The heaven lying at your feet

There are so many contradictions

In all these messages we send

(We keep asking)

How do I get out of here

Where do I fit in?

Though the world is torn and shaken

Even if your heart is breakin'

It's waiting for you to awaken

And someday you will-

Learn to be still

Learn to be still

You just keep on runnin'

Keep on runnin'

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

I am not a child.

I love my dad, really I have always been a daddys girl. I don't, however always get along with him, and usually after about a day we are on each others nerves. He tends to treat me like a child, and I tend to get mad. Well my dad went on this little trip with us, so we were together a lot. So we were eating dinner one night and dad and I started to have a little arguement. My mom says just eat your dinner and quit fighting. My baby looks innocently at his grandfather and says "dust keep chewing drandpa, dust keep chewing."

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

I just felt so left out.

Wackiness: 66/100
Rationality: 40/100
Constructiveness: 70/100
Leadership: 66/100

You are a WECL--Wacky Emotional Constructive Leader. This makes you a people's advocate. You are passionate about your causes, with a good heart and good endeavors. Your personal fire is contagious, and others wish they could be as dedicated to their beliefs as you are.

Your dedication may cause you to miss the boat on life's more slight and trivial activities. You will feel no loss when skipping some inane mixer, but it can be frustrating to others to whom such things are important. While you find it difficult to see other points of view, it may be useful to act as if you do, and play along once in a while.

In any event, you have buckets of charisma and a natural skill for making people open up. Your greatest asset is an ability to make progress while keeping the peace.

Home sweet home!

Oh what a trip. Really the trip to Grand Junction was pretty good, the boys didn't even fight to much. We got the GJ and spent Friday shopping for food for the anniversary party we had for my grandparents. The Sams club here has premade meat and cheese trays, veggies trays, and fruit trays, do you think the one in Junction has them? Well you would be wrong cause they don't. We had to buy all the stuff and make the tray ourselves oh the fun! My sister didn't get in until 11pm, so we were all up late Friday night and got up early to get the hall decorated. So we had the party and it was really good all the family showed up. So Sunday was the 4th and all, so what was left of the group, about 15 of us went to the baseball stadium to watch the fireworks. This is something I will never do again. We dropped all the people off at the gate and went and park the cars. Well the closest place to park ended up being 3 miles away, which was fine until the fireworks got over, they did a wonderful job with those. So the drivers, one of whom was me, had to hike this 3 mile trek while 12 people waited at the gate for us. Well that stupid town had all traffic blocked off back into the stadium! We couldn't get back to our people, so we bribed a traffic cop and he finally let us go through after driving around for half an hour, and hiking 3 miles to the cars. That was a fun night for sure! So Monday rolls around and the group decides we should have breakfast out. Well everything went well at breakfast until my cousins husband locked his keys in his car, this is a sign of just how smart he really is, I was impressed by this show of ability! Well we wanted to get on the road to Denver so we left them after dad decided the antenna they twisted off the car the cousins borrowed from his mom, wasn't going to help. We got on the road to Denver, with big plans of shopping and playing, boy were we wrong. Never, I repeat never go over Eisenhower tunnel on a holiday weekend. It took us 6 hours to make a trip that usually should take 3. The traffic was at a stand still and when we did get to move it was 5 miles an hour. So there went the shopping, stupid damn people can't go home on a Sunday no they have to wait until I want to get over the mountain! So we got to Denver at like 9:30 pm, the kids can't swim, we can't shop, and everyone is cranky. We got a motel and went to bed. We had a great day today though. We went to the aquarium, and then my sister, who loves the Broncos, had never seen the new Field so we went over and took her pictures with the horses and she wandered around the stadium for like an hour or maybe longer, I lost track of time as I was baking in the sun and trying to keep the boys out of the fountain! Then we headed home. I am so glad I am home, were there is no traffic, and no people. Missed you all and now I am going to go blog hopping!