Name That Girl Band

So, I've always thought I wanted to be in a book club. I love to read and the thought of reading the same book as my friends and then getting together to discuss it just sounds like a nice time. Especially after reading about Rochelle's book club parties. But when I sat down and really thought about it...I wouldn't last very long in that type of club. I tend to get uneasy with a deadline. I have tried Bunko as a regular GNO. It is fun and loud...but I'm too competitive. You're not awarded for skill or being faster/stronger/smarter. It's all just luck. Who rolled the most 6's? and so on. I do think I have found a regular GNO that I can totally get into. Rock Band! Who knew??!! So my usual GNO group was looking for something different to do last night. My kids love playing Rock Band with their friends, so I thought...why not? We started out with just the 3 of us. Salena on vocals,
Heather on drums and me on the guitar.
We rocked pretty good but Heather and I decided we didn't love the drums. So we switched Heather to Bass
and then we really rocked!!!
Our best song was probably Bon Jovi's "Wanted Dead or Alive". When Renae came we put her on the drums. She did so much better on drums than I did. She totally rocked the drums! No kidding...she's an animal. So with dinner and dessert and chips and salsa rounding out the night...who knows. This may become a regular GNO for us. Of course next time we'll push the couch back a few feet so we don't get neck kinks. And if we get tired of the random songs on Rock Band we can always switch it up with Guitar Hero...80's Edition...of course. Now all we need is a good name. Any suggestions?

It's All About the Baby

I just can't show you all enough pictures of my new baby niece. She is so sweet and cute and snugly. Oh me, oh my, I do wish she lived closer.

Sir, Are You OK??

So, I'm back in town. My trip was fabulous. Right up until the last 6 hours. I'm trying really hard to not let the plane ride home over shadow the previous 5 days. We ate Fair food, took Bridger to the Crashin' Derby, played with tape, tried to get just one night of sleep, helped Michelle find her missing toe, had pictures of baby taken and hours and hours of baby snuggles. Oh, I loved that part. She is so sweet and small...and loud! Man that kid has some pipes. But she is so perfect that it didn't matter. But...then the day to come home arrived. My Dad doesn't do good-byes anymore so he went golfing, Michelle had to put her partying ways behind her and go back to work, so that left Kim and Cylie to take me to the airport. I am getting pretty good at holding back the tears until I am in the terminal. So I was already emotional when I flew into Salt Lake City. I like that airport. I can find my way around it pretty easily. So we all boarded the tiny aircraft to fly to Minneapolis, it was a full flight. The person who was to sit next to me was the last (by like 15 minutes) to get on the plane. He'd had to run from his previous flight across the airport to this plane and barely made it. I was coveting his window seat because all I wanted to do was curl up next to the window and sleep (I do that when I'm emotional). But he preferred the window also and since that was his assigned seat I didn't offer to arm wrestle him for it. He got situated and we began to taxi to the runway. Then I noticed that he wasn't really OK anymore. He was kind of humming and breathing funny and his arms were moving all goofy. I asked if he was OK and the lady across the isle flagged the attendant and we tried to get his attention. Then from the seat behind me some one reached over and gave this guy a wicked sternum rub. And no response. I quickly got out of the way, the attendant called for the pilot to return to the gate and the doctor (the mysterious guy behind me) pulled the man from his seat and started CPR. There was a traveling nurse (her description, not mine, weren't we all traveling?) a few seats in front of me and she tried to get in to help. Long story short, they worked on him until paramedics came and they hauled him off in the ambulance. He didn't make it. It was the most scary, the most surreal thing that has ever happened to me. I was shaking (but trying not to make a big deal out of it) and trying not to cry. I just wanted to be home and let the day be over. I'll tell you I didn't sit in his seat either. I sat ram-rod straight the entire 3 hours to MN and just looked into air in front of me. I was so glad when I finally reached Fargo and got to hug Jim and Jo (Kev had to work). I'll probably fly again...but I'll never covet any one's seat ever again.

So Long and See Ya!

Of course I'll be back. I'm only going for a little while. Less than a week...really. I am very excited to see little Miss CJ. Oh, and my sisters and my Dad and my brother and their families. I hate airports. I wish I was a pilot so I could just get from point A to point B when ever I want and not have to deal with lay-overs. Oh well. At least my sweet hubby was thoughtful enough to buy me a ticket for my Mother's Day/Birthday present. I have never missed the birth of a niece or nephew (even the one that was given to another family to love). This truly has been a year of firsts. Anyway, I'm sure you'll be so sick of me blogging every second of my trip that you'll wish my computer would break. I'll let you know when I am home. See ya, fo' shizzle!

Madison, My Hero

So Madi read about my frog situation this morning. She is so sweet. She was actually concerned for the frogs welfare. Not mine? OK, by helping the frogs out of the window well she did actually save me from the smell of their decay. What? I'm not gonna save 'em. My thought is natural selection. If they're dumb enough to fall into the hole, we don't want 'em making more "stupid" frogs. No, we like our frogs much smarter than that. Yeah, that's it. Well, thank you Madison.
And I'm sure the frogs thanks you too. Even though they weren't polite enough to say so as you set them free at the pond behind my house
Dirty buggers, I tell ya..

See Ya, Girls

I'm not sure why, but I'm not as panicked for Jo to go to school this year as I was for Kev. Weird. I am a bit sad though. I do love hanging out with Jo and Sarah and their friends. I miss the noise when they're gone. So here I sit, blasting the 80's radio station and wishing the girls were here...a little. Being freshmen in the high school is scary. I remember the anxiety. Will I find my classes? Will I get picked on by the upper class men? Will I be late? Will I make new friends?
Jo is such a funny girl. She has tons of friends so she has enlisted their help to find the classes they have together (already showing good managerial skills...LOL...her Dad will be so proud). I miss you already, baby girl. Have a good day. On a side note...they're baaacccckkkk!! Yup. It rained last night. There were a dozen frogs in Kev's window well this morning. Some were big and some were small. Some didn't have no fear at all. Some were brown and some were pink. I'm gonna have a heart attack, I think. EEEEWWWW! Pink frogs, who ever heard of such a nasty thing. Dirty buggers.

Wait Come Back!!

Sniff...Sniffff...Whimper...So, my baby went to college this week...without me. He wouldn't even let me follow him to campus and take his picture. He's so mean. I wonder if he thought about me at all today? It's not like I want him to be totally unable to do new things without me. I just would like a little sympathy for my pain. My baby...the fruit of my loins...my first born....sniff. All grown up. When did that happen? It's not like I wasn't watching like a hawk. Believe me I was. It's all a blur. HHHMMMM sniff. I will miss you today, little man. But I am happy you are ready to embrace the big bad world. I hope it doesn't bite you. But rest assured if it does Mommy will be there to kiss it better and bite back!!!! MMWWAAHHHAHAHA!