...a true cowgirl can also be seen wearing her riding clothes all day- dirty or not. ;)
February 10, 2009
A True Cowgirl
A true cowgirl always wears all her bling, leopard and rides with her cellphone handy...always.
...a true cowgirl can also be seen wearing her riding clothes all day- dirty or not. ;)
...a true cowgirl can also be seen wearing her riding clothes all day- dirty or not. ;)
February 8, 2009
Best Friends
Borat, 20lbs and Tinker, <2lbs- a="" always="" and="" are="" baths="" best="" borat="" br="" convinced="" damnedest="" each="" even="" ever="" everyday-="" fitting.="" friends.="" give="" i="" is="" it="" juno="" kitty="" of="" other="" our="" relationship="" retard-="" rodent...and="" s="" seen.="" she="" snuggle="" so="" still="" the="" their="" they="" thing="" thinks="" thought="" tinker="" ve="" was="" with="">February 7, 2009
Cowgirls Don't Cry
I tend to clean to country music- I try not to sing along, but most of the time after humming the words quietly for threw a few songs...I simply turn into Reba McEntire.
This morning while I was cleaning the kitchen and fixing Little Miss an early lunch- she began demanding chicken nuggets and fries at about 10:55am- the song that always gets me came on the CMT countdown. Brooks'n'Dunn's "Cowgirls Don't Cry" gets me every time- no matter how many times I listen to it, the song will always end with me in tears.
It reminds me so much of my dad and I. He taught me how to ride- he taught me not to cry over the small stuff because nothing was worth my tears. I can hear him saying, "Don't cry, honey" as I type this.
This was the first time I'd actually allowed myself to watch the video- the song tears me up so bad, I figured the video would cause a serious meltdown. Not only did it remind me of my dad and I...but it was us- and at the end (except for the father passing away) it was me and Little Miss.
Here, just watch it... ;)
This morning while I was cleaning the kitchen and fixing Little Miss an early lunch- she began demanding chicken nuggets and fries at about 10:55am- the song that always gets me came on the CMT countdown. Brooks'n'Dunn's "Cowgirls Don't Cry" gets me every time- no matter how many times I listen to it, the song will always end with me in tears.
It reminds me so much of my dad and I. He taught me how to ride- he taught me not to cry over the small stuff because nothing was worth my tears. I can hear him saying, "Don't cry, honey" as I type this.
This was the first time I'd actually allowed myself to watch the video- the song tears me up so bad, I figured the video would cause a serious meltdown. Not only did it remind me of my dad and I...but it was us- and at the end (except for the father passing away) it was me and Little Miss.
Here, just watch it... ;)
January 21, 2009
Speak On It! (Seriously...I want you to!)
Ok my Mommy-readers (and Daddy-readers)- I would like you to chime in on this subject...
I'm a Mommy...have been for over 2 years now. My husband and I decided when we got pregnant with Little Miss that I would be a stay-at-home-mom (SAHM). I'll admit, at first I thought, "How hard can it be? I'll be able to take care of Little Miss, cook all our meals and keep the house clean...and I'll have the whole day to get everything accomplished!" Hahaha, must've been all those prenatal vitamins that had me thinking like a complete wackjob.
Recently I've heard this statement more than I'd like to:
"You're a SAHM...so we can do *lunch/dinner/coffee/etc* whenever because you don't have a schedule, right?!"
Actually, I do have a schedule. My boss (the 2 year old) runs a pretty tight ship- she likes to eat about 10 minutes after she wakes up in the morning and she expects a hot meal. About 3-4 hours later she expects another hot meal...and right after that, she expects me to snuggle with her before she falls asleep for 1-3 hours. In that 1-3 hour window, techniqually I'm on break...but you know, child welfare tends to frown on leaving your sleeping 2 year old alone in your home. So sure, we can get together then- but you'll have to come to me. If that doesn't work for you, after I put her to bed (between 7 and 9pm) I techniqually go on break again until the following morning...unless of course, she wakes up and needs me to help her get back to sleep, needs her diaper changed, or needs more water in her sippy. And again- you'll have to come to me.
"But...I mean, can't your husband just watch her? Or your Mom? (If I'm in NC)"
Sure...but my husband works from home- and he tends to be a bit of a workaholic, God Bless him. My Mom? Of course she would love to watch her granddaughter any and all times I needed her to- but on top of working 40+hours a week, she also takes care of my 95 year old, great-aunt. I tell her constantly that she is doing too much- so why would I say that and then add one more thing onto her already-overflowing plate?
Friendships are supposed to be give and take relationships. Your real friends are supposed to be understanding of your obligations. I hate to think like this- but I think some of my friends would be much more understanding of my busy schedule if I had an out-of-the-house job. I mean, I certainly don't say "Well, you should just take off work tomorrow because tomorrow is the only day I have a babysitter..." So why would they expect the same treatment? It's a hurtful realization, really.
One of my favorite people told me a few days ago:
"I didn't know that to be a good friend you had to constantly be doing things for one another- I thought you just loved each other and spent time together when life allowed for it. You don't have to talk every day or see each other all the time to be close friends."
Maybe she is more understanding because she is a Mommy, too. Or maybe it's just because she's a real friend, someone who is there no matter what...no matter how few times I call her, how many times I'm a day late wishing her 'Happy Birthday' or how few times a year we actually get to physically visit with each other. (Love you, Cassie.)
So Mamas and Papas...have you ever encountered these issues? What are your thoughts?
I'm a Mommy...have been for over 2 years now. My husband and I decided when we got pregnant with Little Miss that I would be a stay-at-home-mom (SAHM). I'll admit, at first I thought, "How hard can it be? I'll be able to take care of Little Miss, cook all our meals and keep the house clean...and I'll have the whole day to get everything accomplished!" Hahaha, must've been all those prenatal vitamins that had me thinking like a complete wackjob.
Recently I've heard this statement more than I'd like to:
"You're a SAHM...so we can do *lunch/dinner/coffee/etc* whenever because you don't have a schedule, right?!"
Actually, I do have a schedule. My boss (the 2 year old) runs a pretty tight ship- she likes to eat about 10 minutes after she wakes up in the morning and she expects a hot meal. About 3-4 hours later she expects another hot meal...and right after that, she expects me to snuggle with her before she falls asleep for 1-3 hours. In that 1-3 hour window, techniqually I'm on break...but you know, child welfare tends to frown on leaving your sleeping 2 year old alone in your home. So sure, we can get together then- but you'll have to come to me. If that doesn't work for you, after I put her to bed (between 7 and 9pm) I techniqually go on break again until the following morning...unless of course, she wakes up and needs me to help her get back to sleep, needs her diaper changed, or needs more water in her sippy. And again- you'll have to come to me.
"But...I mean, can't your husband just watch her? Or your Mom? (If I'm in NC)"
Sure...but my husband works from home- and he tends to be a bit of a workaholic, God Bless him. My Mom? Of course she would love to watch her granddaughter any and all times I needed her to- but on top of working 40+hours a week, she also takes care of my 95 year old, great-aunt. I tell her constantly that she is doing too much- so why would I say that and then add one more thing onto her already-overflowing plate?
Friendships are supposed to be give and take relationships. Your real friends are supposed to be understanding of your obligations. I hate to think like this- but I think some of my friends would be much more understanding of my busy schedule if I had an out-of-the-house job. I mean, I certainly don't say "Well, you should just take off work tomorrow because tomorrow is the only day I have a babysitter..." So why would they expect the same treatment? It's a hurtful realization, really.
One of my favorite people told me a few days ago:
"I didn't know that to be a good friend you had to constantly be doing things for one another- I thought you just loved each other and spent time together when life allowed for it. You don't have to talk every day or see each other all the time to be close friends."
Maybe she is more understanding because she is a Mommy, too. Or maybe it's just because she's a real friend, someone who is there no matter what...no matter how few times I call her, how many times I'm a day late wishing her 'Happy Birthday' or how few times a year we actually get to physically visit with each other. (Love you, Cassie.)
So Mamas and Papas...have you ever encountered these issues? What are your thoughts?
December 30, 2008
Pain In My Rear-Tire
"What do you want for Christmas, bud?" my dad asked me, on Christmas Eve. (He's always called me Bud, since I was little...couldn't tell you why.)
"I don't know, Daddy...I'll tell you the same thing I did when I was 7- a horse, haha," I said, only half kidding.
Later that day, while walking past my 4Runner he pointed to my rear, driver's side tire. The words that followed are words I'm not fond of hearing...
"See the nail? Do you want to pull it out or leave it in there?" he asked me.
"Leave it! Isn't that what's keeping the tire inflated?" I responded, he looked at me like I'd given him the wrong answer.
"Okay, do whatever you would do if it was your car," I told him.
He snatched the nail out of the tire and I heard something I really didn't want to hear...
PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, the air sailing on out of my tire! NOOOO!!
Luckily, my dad was able to push the nail back into the hole in order to temperarily plug the hole. (I tried to hide my I told you so dance from him. )
Later that afternoon my dad took my 4Runner to see if the tire could be plugged or patched. Of course, the nail was in the sidewall- so there would be no patching or plugging...the purchase of a brand new tire would be the only solution. Fan-freakin-tastic. And since I'm all gangsta and have 22's on my 4Runner...that tire would cost me almost triple what it would cost me if I wasn't 'all gangsta'...awesome.
"Well, Daddy...I know what you can get me for Christmas now! :)" I said, with a big grin.
He just laughed...hysterically...and asked me for the cash for the tire.
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