Loving

I want to fly somewhere, anywhere in the world to see these gentlemen in concert.  I will wait for them.

I will wait for them to come to the red rocks, or at least the ROCKY MOUNTAINS.

I will wait until they are heavy in my arms, or at least, in view of my arms.

I love this group.

Until I decide to love some one else.

 Like these guys, who I am more likely to see in concert anyway.

Imagine Dragons

Or if she ever came to play a little ditty, I would sit in the audience, lip syncing with her.

And I had the chance to see this lovely lady in concert, but the tickets were over 200 buckaroos, and I couldn't justify the cost, so instead, I popped in her DVD that came with my CD and watched that instead, which I suppose is almost the same thing.

Who wants to join me in my quest to get good old mummy and and his sons to come out west?  Will you? It should be on your bucket list.

jalapeno on my mind

I was minding my own business, really I was.

Making the brood dinner, see because I'm nice like that.

And I had a sudden itch, on my cheek.  It was innocent, really.  So I itched the itch.  It was nothing.  And now.

Now I have a huge red welt sporting a freckle on my cheek.

All because I was trying to be home maker-ish and make pineapple salsa and the jalapeno left it's spicy and apparently deadly juice on my finger nail.

In other news:

see this silly boy right there?  He has declared that he is no longer a BABY.  That's right folks.  Thanks to my friend who kindly lent me her 3 month old baby, my 3 1/2 year old has decided he is now a big boy.

If only I could convince him that big BOYS love wearing big boy underwear and not diapers.

He tells me every day, that YES he will underwear, but only if it's TOMORROW, to which I reply, but you said that yesterday.  And he tells me "I want some milk and some toast, no CRUST"

See, no winning with this one.

But can you blame him?  Look at that face! What is a mom to do?

DIET LIME COKE, PEOPLE.

That is how I survive.

And I will try not be so down...

It's the winter, I'll blame it on that.(I really do love my house...most of the time)

My Dream House

I have lived in my house for ten years now.  We bought our house.  The second one to be built in our little community.

I, with the understanding that this was our starter home.  We would eventually move.  I was okay with the size and the fact that it was a cookie cutter home, and that I had to settle with white walls, and tan floors.  Because we were on a plan, and I could live with a plan.  See, I am patient.

But it's been ten years.  In that ten years, I have waited.  I even painted some walls, but the last time I painted was five years ago.  I am stuck.

And the plan.  A certain someone is content to stay in the cookie cutter home, in the small rooms and the tanned floored rooms.  He likes white and shrink size rooms.

I am not content.

And I am learning that I am not so patient.

It doesn't help that my friends, are all moving on.  They are all getting bigger, beautiful homes.  I wander their large homes and I long for more space.  A huge part of me is happy, very happy for them.  I am.  But a small, very small part of me dies as I walk in their homes.  And I hear their children in my home, tell my children how small my home is.  And ask me why we live in our tiny house.  And I tell myself that I am blessed because I know, I know that there is, are, people who do not have what I have. I KNOW THAT, okay?  But it's hard.  When all I want is a little more.  I don't want a mansion.  I just want some more floor space.  Heck right now, I just want hard  flooring in my bedroom and some grey paint on the walls!

It's letting go, it's learning each time I hear my husband tell me we can't move, or change something in the house, that I have to let go, just one more time, of the plan, the dream I had, still have of something more.  And knowing that I don't want to let go, at all.