The family on top of Mount Evans
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Happy Anniversary
Today marks the day Anthony and I said, "I do." And, I would do it all over again. I love you, sweetie! Cheers to our next ten...imagine what they will bring!
Friday, September 14, 2007
I am freezing.
I am cold and I can't seem to get warm. It is in the high 50s. Not too bad, right? But still I am freezing. Why is it that in the summer 72 degrees in the house is hot but in the winter it is cozy even with long pants, a sweater, and socks. Isn't 72 degrees the same no matter the season? I am a mental case , I know. Oh...welcome fall and soon winter.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
First Day of Preschool - From YouTube
It is a seriously funny video from the blog I read called Looky Daddy! He is a Stay@Home Dad of three daughters (a 7 year old and twins who are 3) with a wild sense of humor. Heeee heeee!
Out of the Mouth of Babes!
Yesterday, while Audrey attended dance class, Anthony, the boys and I met my friend Shannon and her little boy, Logan at the park. We brought the boy's bikes and they rode around the lake while we walked quickly behind. We instructed the boys to stop at every bench and wait for us to catch up. As we chatted and walked the boys zipped from bench to bench.
The park was quite busy yesterday as it was a lovely day and everyone was taking the opportunity to walk their dogs or just get some exercise in the fresh air. Their was an older and extremely distraught woman walking towards us that was saying, "I don't think your mother would like to hear you saying that!" She continued, "Are you their Mothers?"
"Yes," we replied.
She asked, "Did you know your boys are saying 'Son of a Bitch'?"
"WHAT!" "Which ones," we inquired.
"I don't know. The little one look the same," she replied.
Oh no! BOYSSSSSS!
So we questioned them about who is saying naughty words and who needed vinegar. They were totally perplexed. No one is saying any bad words, Mommy.
Hummmmm!
What the boys were really saying... STOP AT THE BENCH!
The park was quite busy yesterday as it was a lovely day and everyone was taking the opportunity to walk their dogs or just get some exercise in the fresh air. Their was an older and extremely distraught woman walking towards us that was saying, "I don't think your mother would like to hear you saying that!" She continued, "Are you their Mothers?"
"Yes," we replied.
She asked, "Did you know your boys are saying 'Son of a Bitch'?"
"WHAT!" "Which ones," we inquired.
"I don't know. The little one look the same," she replied.
Oh no! BOYSSSSSS!
So we questioned them about who is saying naughty words and who needed vinegar. They were totally perplexed. No one is saying any bad words, Mommy.
Hummmmm!
What the boys were really saying... STOP AT THE BENCH!
Monday, September 10, 2007
R Y Ready 4 Some Football?
Yesterday marked the begin of the 2007-2008 Bronco season. Yeah! I am not a super big fan of football. But, what I do like is Bronco Sunday! Carson has the right idea.
We had a nice and relaxing day. Bronco game at 11am, some other game at 2pm (aka. nap time), chili for dinner and games with the kids in the evening. Oh yeah.....my kind of day. Bring on Fall!
We had a nice and relaxing day. Bronco game at 11am, some other game at 2pm (aka. nap time), chili for dinner and games with the kids in the evening. Oh yeah.....my kind of day. Bring on Fall!
Small World
When Anthony and I moved to Dallas in 1997, we had this unspoken assumption that we wouldn't know anyone there (apart from my mom and my brother) and the probability of us bumping into someone we knew was slim to none. This anonymity was great and lonely at the same time.
In Dallas as a new married couple, we had our Sunday routine (if I wasn't traveling) of a late breakfast, grocery shopping and being lazy the rest of the day. One Sunday, the Bronco game was going to be televised in Dallas, so we hurried off to the store fashioning our most comfy Bronco sweatshirt and hat with our assumed anonymity in tote. As I walked down the middle aisle, I think I see another Bronco shirt. "Strange," I thought, and went along with my shopping. As the other Bronco fan neared, she appear familiar. Wishful thinking right? But yes, I did know her. She went to high school with me at Lakewood and we also cheered together. I had to act! "Carrie," I said. She didn't hear me. "CARRIE!" I said louder. She turns and makes the connection as we both say. "What are you doing in Dallas?" And laughter and shock covered us. We exchanged numbers and were able to get together a couple times a year while we lived in Dallas and would talk about Denver. What we missed. What we were glad to leave behind. And, if and when we thought we would move back. Her husband and she always hosted a "NFL Season Opener" party that we would go to sporting our Bronco fashion. It was always a good time to see them.
After we had the twins, our world went upside down. And we didn't see really anyone and our focus turned to raising three kids, 2 and under, and how in the hell were we going to move back to Denver. Anthony was stressed at work and I was crazy at home. Fun year! We managed, but unfortunately we lost that connection with Carrie and Scott.
Fast-forward to this past Christmas, when to my surprise I get a card from Carrie. It is a picture of her and Scott and their two lovely little boys. But the background of the picture wasn't in Dallas but in Denver. And a little note inscribed on the photo that read, "We followed you back home. Give me a call." It was nice to see how their family had grown. But with the holidays and all the chaos of everyday life, I put the card up and decided to call after Christmas. June rolls around as I am looking through photos and I find Carrie's card. I call immediately. We catch up and she lets me know that they are planning their NFL party for September and would like us to come. Great, great!
As many of you know, I work for a catering company on a independent-contractor basis during the wedding season. In the 3+ years I have been catering, I have only bumped into someone I have known once. This Friday night as I was working the buffet line, there is Carrie and Scott. Saturday is their party. But no, I run into them on Friday night. What are the odds? Are cosmic forces bring us together? It is the craziest! Do I have you all singing It's a Small World yet?
In Dallas as a new married couple, we had our Sunday routine (if I wasn't traveling) of a late breakfast, grocery shopping and being lazy the rest of the day. One Sunday, the Bronco game was going to be televised in Dallas, so we hurried off to the store fashioning our most comfy Bronco sweatshirt and hat with our assumed anonymity in tote. As I walked down the middle aisle, I think I see another Bronco shirt. "Strange," I thought, and went along with my shopping. As the other Bronco fan neared, she appear familiar. Wishful thinking right? But yes, I did know her. She went to high school with me at Lakewood and we also cheered together. I had to act! "Carrie," I said. She didn't hear me. "CARRIE!" I said louder. She turns and makes the connection as we both say. "What are you doing in Dallas?" And laughter and shock covered us. We exchanged numbers and were able to get together a couple times a year while we lived in Dallas and would talk about Denver. What we missed. What we were glad to leave behind. And, if and when we thought we would move back. Her husband and she always hosted a "NFL Season Opener" party that we would go to sporting our Bronco fashion. It was always a good time to see them.
After we had the twins, our world went upside down. And we didn't see really anyone and our focus turned to raising three kids, 2 and under, and how in the hell were we going to move back to Denver. Anthony was stressed at work and I was crazy at home. Fun year! We managed, but unfortunately we lost that connection with Carrie and Scott.
Fast-forward to this past Christmas, when to my surprise I get a card from Carrie. It is a picture of her and Scott and their two lovely little boys. But the background of the picture wasn't in Dallas but in Denver. And a little note inscribed on the photo that read, "We followed you back home. Give me a call." It was nice to see how their family had grown. But with the holidays and all the chaos of everyday life, I put the card up and decided to call after Christmas. June rolls around as I am looking through photos and I find Carrie's card. I call immediately. We catch up and she lets me know that they are planning their NFL party for September and would like us to come. Great, great!
As many of you know, I work for a catering company on a independent-contractor basis during the wedding season. In the 3+ years I have been catering, I have only bumped into someone I have known once. This Friday night as I was working the buffet line, there is Carrie and Scott. Saturday is their party. But no, I run into them on Friday night. What are the odds? Are cosmic forces bring us together? It is the craziest! Do I have you all singing It's a Small World yet?
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