Stick 'em up!

Yesterday Logan had a friend over to play. I was in the kitchen but could overhear their conversation. It was hilarious. They were playing cops and robbers. First Coleman would say, "Put your hands behind your back." Then Logan would say, "But officer, I didn't do anything wrong." They then took turns escorting eachother to the county prison.

So today as we were going swimming Logan stopped in front of the sauna and stared, turned to me and then said, "Mom, why are those guys in jail?"

Texas, how do I love thee...

Or not!! We just got back from beautiful, cockroachless Colorado. While we were there I asked Wes every night on the phone these two questions, "Did you see any cockroaches today?" and "Was it hot today?" Everyday, he replied the same. "Nope, not today" and "Not to bad." In the entire two weeks we were gone Wes only killed one cockroach, just one. So how have I been handling killing a cockroach every single day since I have been home?

NOT WELL AT ALL!!

Not to mention the weather has been unseasonably hot.

How do you Texans deal with the nasties of this muggy, humid state? I'm afraid of the heat during the day and the critters at night. I'm doomed to a long summer trapped inside my cockroach infested house.

Were back...

Were home!! The boys and I really enjoyed our trip to Colorado. We arrived on May 17 and began partying right away. We had a delicious BBQ with my brother and his cute little family. The weather was gorgeous and it was so nice to just sit outside while the kids ran around. My brother then put up the trampoline and let the boys jump away. It was hilarious to watch Ben getting bounced around like a little rag doll. He couldn't even stand up before he was knocked over again, but he loved it.

Monday my mom and I went for a run around the outskirts of town. The view was incredible!! My normal running path consists of car exhaust and the aroma of a doughnut shop. However, this path was laden with beautiful snow capped peaks and fresh mountain air.
Tuesday night my mom brought up the subject of girls camp. I also got an email from our director asking who our speaker was. I forgot to get it lined up before I left so I spent the next little while getting phone numbers and making calls. My mom made an Asian chicken salad for dinner. It was great going down, but with the stress of girls camp the salad didn't sit well. My stomach churned and churned until about 8 when I puked up that salad. It was awful coming back up. I am not one to throw up. I haven't thrown up since I was a sophomore in high school. Needless to say I spent the rest of the evening and night emptying the contents of my belly.
Can you guess what I did all day Wednesday? Yep, slept. All day, what an awful way to spend a vacation day. My appetite was never quite the same after that day. However that night Ben got sick and puked all over me...then came the diarrhea. Let me tell you that was so much fun.
The next few days my mom and I spent preparing for my dad's 60th b-day party. It was a surprise party with over 50 guest. It was a huge undertaking and my mom came very close to calling the whole thing off. But she didn't. My dad was very surprised and really enjoyed the party.
On memorial day my mom and I ran the 30th Boulder/Boulder. There were over 54,000 runners, it was unreal, but such an adrenaline rush. The race is 6.2 miles and I finished it in 57 mins. Not real fast, I know. Wes and my dad said that they would run it next year, so we'll see.

The rest of the week we just hung out, went out to breakfast, lunch, dinner, saw a movie, worked on girls camp, scrap booked, shopped, you know the normal vacation stuff. I saw some good friends I hadn't seen in years which was very nice. Especially my visit with Jamie and her big boys. My heart ached to leave her as she was such a good friend to me in Texas.

I wasn't ready to come home especially since Wes told me it was unseasonable hot back in the big D and so mild and pleasant in CO. But alas, it had to end. Thanks mom and dad for your hospitality. I enjoyed every minute and can't wait to do it again.

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Happy Day for Mothers

Just wanted to give a shout out to the best mothers in the universe. You two are so wonderful and Wes and I woudn't be together with our sweet little family if it weren't for you both. Thank you, love you.

Wow, I never knew....

Today I had an eye appointment. To give you a little insight on myself, I hate doctor appointments of any kind(except the dentist, Dad, I could never hate going to see you!!). I get really nervous and then sweat really bad. "This is ridiculous," I said to myself as walked into the office. I patiently endured the lovely pressure test, you know the one, where they blow a puff of air into your eye. This alone is tortuous enough, but then the Dr. comes in and tells you to start naming the letters on the lowest line. I could barely read the very, very large letter E at the top. I just started rattling off random letters. The doctor knew I couldn't see and stopped me before I even finished the line. Then he did the classic, "Which is better, number one or number two." I told him and before I knew it the appointment was done. Upon which the Doctor stated,
"Congratulations, your eyes are better then there were at your last visit.
me:"What!?!"
Doc:"Yes, your RX will be less than it was before."
me: "Wow, I am amazed!"
You see, I am blind as a bat. I have never been to an eye apt. where I have not heard, "Well, you need a stronger RX this time Mrs." I was beginning to think one day I might really be blind. So, to all of those of you with glasses and contacts don't rush out to get lasik, because you never know, your eyes just might get stronger like mine!

Surprise, it's nice to see you too.

I had an interesting experience last Wednesday. It was playgroup day. I loaded up the boys into the car and pulled out of the driveway into the ally. As I was approaching the road I noticed my neighbor outside. Our neighbors are very friendly and we usually exchange a courteous wave, "hello." So when I saw him tucked behind his garbage can I was thrown off guard. I tried to make eye contact with him, but he wouldn't look at me. It was then I noticed the reason why. He was taking something to his trash can in his underpants. No, my friends, not boxers, but tidy whities, little tiny ones squeezed onto an old, fat body.