Friday, April 17, 2009

My Texas Cowboy

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When I was a young girl ...



I dreamt sometimes of beautiful boys.


I dreamt of handsome men.


I dreamt of hats ...


And boots ...


And thick, Texas drawls.


And ... belt buckles and gorgeous smiles as big as the state of Texas.



One day ...

I prayed ...

Dear God ...

Please send me a cowboy of my very own.


And then one night in a crowded Texas dancehall called The Midnight Rodeo ...


Across a smoke-filled room ...

With country music blaring and hundreds of bodies swaying on the sawdust covered dance floor ...



Our eyes met.



You were about as cute as they come - with your tight Wrangler jeans, deceivingly innocent face, suave cowboy hat and a smile so charming, any girl would have followed you anywhere.


And ...


I did.


I have thoroughly enjoyed following behind you and your Wranglers ...



And, I've enjoyed being on the receiving end of your unbelievably generous smile.




I've adored watching you from across the room ...






And gotten a kick out of occasionally picking on you ...






I've appreciated that you've never made me wait for that certain twinkle in your beautiful blue eyes ...






Or hid yourself when I couldn't resist watching you from afar ...



It has been a pleasure ...



To call you my cowboy.






A pleasure ...



For my eyes ...



For my heart ...



For my dreams.



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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

I Miss You Guys!

One of my best blogging friends, Joanna, sent me an e-mail this week. In it she said that she just wanted to drop me a line to say hello and tell me she missed me in blogland. Isn't she the sweetest!!

I have not been around blogland too much lately. I have missed everyone more than you know. I've just been so busy that I haven't had time to do everything and blogging has been one of things I have had to cut back on. One day - I will be back in full force (watch out!), but for now ... if you want to know what I've been working on for the past three months - come over and visit me at my other blog On The Flipside and read my most recent post.

Thanks for the sweet e-mail Joanna - I love ya and I'll be around to see you soon!!

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Monday, April 13, 2009

Move Outta The Way, Mom!

While at church recently, I noticed that a young minister we have come to know had cut his hair. He had been wearing it much longer.


After church - while sitting at the table of one of our favorite Mexican restaurants, I commented that I liked this minister's hair much better short.


My twins were besides themselves and began complaining that he "Definitely did not look better with the shorter hair!"


I am telling you - HE DID LOOK BETTER!


Little Billy - sitting to my right, was deep in thought.


Seeing the distress on his furrowed brow, I said, "What? What's the matter?"


Picking up on the fact that his older sisters preferred boys with longer hair ...


And knowing that his mom had recently insisted that he cut his straggly, long hair shorter ...


Little Billy whimpered, "See Mom ---- You're keeping me from all the girls."



On the upside ... Yes, Sweet Boy ... for just as long as I can!



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Saturday, April 11, 2009

Excuse Me For A Moment - While I Laugh My Head Off


Little Billy is under the delusion that he has a birth-right inheritance coming to him. Come on over to my blog on mySA to read Little Billy's story.

Have a wonderful Easter weekend.
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Friday, April 10, 2009

This Is The Sort Of Crap I Deal With Every Single Day!

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(Sorry - can't get my PSF photo to load ????)
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Okay ...


So ...


I have this cute little deck off of my second story bedroom that I like to go out on to be by myself.


I go out there to drink my coffee.


I go out there to look at the birds (no I don't - who has time to look at the birds - ACK!).


I go out there when I need to have a quiet place to think.


I go out there to read a book or a magazine.


I love my little deck and it is normally very peaceful.


That is ...


Unless one of my kids searches me out ...




These are sticky notes plastered to the inside of one of the doors that leads out to my nice little, peaceful deck.


Let's take closer look - shall we.



This is a term of endearment my older daughter's have resorted to calling me.

Instead of ... Mom or Mother or Mama or Mommy ...

They call me MEH. Scream it out loud - go ahead. That's what it sounds like when Courtney or Chloe are looking for me in my house, "MEH!"



Okay ...


Let's see what Courtney found so important that she had to disturb me on my quiet little deck and use my expensive sticky-notes to write me this long message.

























She has been begging me for weeks, "Please MEH! Can I have a puppy for my Birthday. Please. Please. Please."


She is not getting a puppy!


Now get on outta here and let me look at the damn birds!
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Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Happy Birthday To My Precious Twins

When I was pregnant with my twins, I wasn't aware until they were delivered that they were both girls and identical.




After delivering both of the girls, my doctor held up their umbilical cords and promptly announced, "When these girls get to be 18, you need to take them to Vegas because these are two lucky girls." Not only had the twins tied their umbilical cord in a knot, but upon further inspection the doctor noticed that one of the cords had torn away from the placenta and was hanging on by only blood vessels.


Courtney and Chloe are mono-amniotic twins. These are the rarest type of identical twins. Unlike most identical twins, they shared the same amniotic sac and the same placenta in the womb. This is a very dangerous twin-type and as so results in a high mortality rate for one or both twins. We were very lucky that our twins were delivered safely and healthy at 36 weeks.
They were born on Good Friday - 17 years ago.




When we first brought them home they weighed about 5 lbs. each and slept in the same crib for months. I always faced them toward each other in their crib as I imagined if they couldn't see the other they might get lonely.






I always dressed them alike up until they got to the age (10 or 11) where they refused to let me do it anymore. When they were babies, I always had them wear shoes and socks - even if we stayed home all day (which was most days). I just couldn't resist dressing them up. They were my sweet little doll-babies.


























I find it very hard to believe that 17 years has passed.

In some ways it is sad to look back on all those years - but in so many more ways it brings me tremendous happiness.

It has been a JOY having these girls in my life.




I knew from the very first moment I found out I was pregnant with them that they were and would remain one of the greatest blessings of my life.




And ...


They are.


I love them more than I have words to describe and I am so very proud of them.



HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY

COURTNEY AND CHLOE!

May your life always be filled with as much happiness as you have brought to mine.

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Monday, April 6, 2009

Before I Lost My Mind




Before I had kids ...



My mind worked perfectly normal.



It did.



I didn't have to remember all that much.



I didn't care about all that much.


I only had to buy candy for just me (TWIZZLERS and DOVE CHOCOLATES).


I went about life as if I had all the time in the world.


I made decisions that accommodated the important issues in my life and those decisions were usually correct.



Somewhere ...



During the span of time since before I had kids ...



And ...



After ...



I had kids ...



I lost my freakin' mind!




My brain stopped functioning normally.



Decisions that would seem illogical to the pre-kid-Kellan ... somehow now often get lost in the rational part of my brain and the irrational part takes over, making those irrational decisions seem ... logical.




Like ...



Recently ...



"Hon. Hon. We need to do some work on that cute little gazebo that sits in our backyard. It needs some repairs and we need to get that done," I said to my cowboy husband not too long ago.



"Uh ... okay," was his (usual ) appropriate response.



So ...



We went about doing repairs.










It took several weeks and then ...



It was done.



All nicely painted and caulked and repaired.



Just like new.






So that I could now maybe make it into a cute little tea room. Because - you know - I often have my old lady friends over for tea.



Or ...



I could maybe use it for a cute little pool house. I could stack all the towels in there neatly on cute little Pottery Barn shelves. Hang some curtains. Purchase some fun multi-colored rugs. Maybe a towel rack. Maybe ...



Or ...



I could use it as a potting shed ... put all my pots and shovels and dirt in there. Have a nice little room for me to bond with my plants. I could put a little portable radio in the corner, turn on my music and escape into my little potting shed for hours and hours. No one would ever find me.



Or ...



We could put a hot-tub in there and maybe get in some late night hot-tubbing with The Cowboy.



Or ...



Maybe we could ...



Give it to the boy child ...



For ...



HIS BAND!





See ...



This is where my mind went wonky and somehow between ...



Perfectly logical ...
Perfectly beautiful ...
Perfectly reasonable ...
Perfectly normal ...
Perfectly thought-out ...


Thoughts ...


I lost my freakin' mind!



On the upside ... I know ... Giving the boy child a drum set was a pretty good clue that I had already lost too many brain cells to even consider making this gazebo decision without outside intervention *hear off in the distance other insane mommy inmates banging their heads against the walls and crying out in the night*.



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