Monday, January 10, 2011

I WANT TO GO HOME

1. Find a really ugly pair of red shoes.
2. Get a little dog to squeeze- my mothers yappy little thing will do.
3. Click my heels and repeat three times---THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE NEW YORK
THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE NEW YORK
THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE NEW YORK
Worked for Dorothy, I'll give it try.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

MEET ANNIE

Hubby bought me a "Happy Place".
I named her "Annie". She's wonderful.


I HOPE I KEEP MY SANITY

Our children like sports. O.K. maybe "sports" is a lite explanation.
Extreme sports is more like it.
Our son is not the skier in the photo but he did finish this race and
at one point, he was in this very spot.
Please, just give me strength.
The same time he is doing this I am sitting in a class to
get a concealed weapons permit so I can hike in the mountains of
Colorado in the summer alone. The bears don't bother me but
we're beginning to have a mountain lion problem.
Anyway, the instructor was a Glenn Beck/Bill O'Reilly wana-be ex-police officer/military
and after 4 hours of this, I had only been home 10 minutes when
I made a dash for the bathroom and threw-up.
We do extreme sports a little differently.