Cowgirl Boots

Have you ever bought something that makes you feel absolutely fantastic when you wear it?  I have and I did.  My Madden Girl boots make me feel like a million dollars.  This is not something I would usually buy, nor wear.  I decided I wanted them to go dancing, yet I was unable to convince myself to spend the money to wear these boots only to dance.  In comes my best friend.  She was there when I tried the lovely boots on and what does she say?  "You can wear those to work".  Damn right I can.  Why didn't I think of that?  I work for a feed store, HELLO? 

Of course I wore the boots to dance on Saturday night.  The boots did not hurt my feet.  I could of danced all night.  The down side, I was much shorter......

So, today I wear my boots to work.  I received so many compliments.  I think I was meant to be a cowgirl.  Dang it, I missed my calling.  I intend to make up that time this year, the year I turn 40!!

Moral to the story?  Buy those boots and meet us on the dance floor.

BFF Weekend

When we moved to Colorado from California, about seven years ago, my husband promised me and my best friend that he would still send me to see her a couple times a year.  No matter what else is going on in our world he has always made that happen.  My best friend, Michelle, and I have worked very hard at getting as much time together as possible.  She travels a lot for work but always makes time for us.  Our "for sure" months are always January and November, our birthdays.  This is the first trip in A VERY LONG TIME that I have had a job plus a life, therefore could take time off while she is here and not feel guilty for it.  Speaking about my job warrants it own blog that we will get to another day.

Michelle got here late Thursday night, well I guess Friday morning, 1:30 am.  We slept in Friday and then went for a highly enjoyable BFF breakfast.  We relaxed for a bit and then went to Massage Envy for a two hour, that is right I said two hour, massage.  Yes, we suffer like this often.  Friday night we had a few drinks with a friend of mine, Trish, then picked up another friend of mine, Sonia, and off to the greatest concert this side of Denver, Salt n Pepa, Coolio, Doug E Fresh and Slick Rick.  Don't be jealous.  It was four hours of amazing music and dancing like we never danced before.

We slept in a bit Saturday and then went out to breakfast again.  The best part of the day was shopping.  This has got to be one things that BFF's should always do together.  Shopping made me happy as my Zumba craziness showed that it was truly paying off.   I dropped two sizes.  I need that motivation to keep the fire under my own ass.  Let me tell you I needed to fell the results as it is hard to tell when you see yourself daily.  Saturday night Sonia, Michelle and I went out dancing.  What an absolute blast!  A girl could not have two better PICs.

Today is Sunday, family day.  My dad made breakfast for all of us.  This is Michelle's staple on her visits.  Dad must make her some chorizo n eggs, hashbrowns, refried beans and tortillas.  He never disappoints.  The rest of the days we spent watching movies, I took a nap and just relaxing.  I needed a day like this.

Although tomorrow will be sad because my BFF has to go home we will make the best of it.  We will have another massage, some lunch and of course some Zumba. 

Nothing is better than my BFF time.  I look forward to it when it isn't here and I absorb it all I can when it is here.  I feel truly blessed to have someone so amazing in my life that loves me unconditionally.  No matter what is in my brain, how I am feeling, I know that I have a person out there that I can call on and trust. 

Truly grateful for everything in our life that has gotten us here.

Happy Anniversary

13 years ago today I said "I do" with the man of my dreams.  Before I met him I was convinced I would never get married and never have more children.  Not for the lack of men in my life, it was the lack of desire.

A friend of mine had signed up for Match.com and was positive it was the key to finding a good man.  I did not necessarily agree or care.  You see, I had a boyfriend at the time.  He lived in several hours for me and I only had to see him a couples times a month.  This type of relationship was perfect for me.  I was terribly low maintenance and I had zero desire to be a serious relationship.  He had a child, I had a child and we did not include them in our relationship. It was perfect.

Then my friend, lets call her Debbie, put that bug in my ear about Match.com.  I did not want to sign up and at that time you could look through profiles without having to pay.  I read at least 200 profiles for men in my area.  I honestly do not even remember what criteria I used to find my "match".  Out of all of those profiles I sent a message to one, yes just one, and that one person is my now husband, Richard Harrison.  He answered my message and from that day on we emailed every day for months.  It eventually grew into telephone conversations and at some point we decided to meet.  From memory I think it was tax season, March, when we first started communicating.  In July we decided it was time to meet.

We lived an hour apart.  I arranged for my son to stay with my parents and was going to head to Richard's house right after work.  I got home after work, to get ready, to a message from Richard on my answering machine (does anyone own one of those anymore?).  Richard was nervous and freaking out a little bit about us meeting.  I decided I was going anyway.  I was nervous also, but more anxious. 

I got in the car, turned on the radio and off I went.  The closer I got to his home the more nervous I became.  I parked outside his house, took a deep breathe and got out of the car.  As I walked up to the door I could feel my heart beating in my chest.  I knocked, waited.  Richard opened the door, smiled and said "lets get this over with" and kissed me.  Romantic right?  LOL  Let me tell you, the kiss was good, but he was right to do it, I felt so much better after.

There is so much to tell from then on, however I am going to save that for another time.  One thing I remember is my mom telling me she knew he was the one.  Why you ask?  She said because he wouldn't let me walk all over him.  You know what?  She was right.

Softball

It's tough, it's hard, it makes you mad

Other times it makes you glad

To work hard and get it done

Can often times be real fun

You have to want to be the best

To pass Coach Yoshihara's test

Run and sweat is the way you pay

Often it's what gets you up each day

If you do all you have to do

You will be one of the best, real soon.

I wrote this for my old softball coach in high school.  Loraine Yoshihara was one of the most passionate, driven and talented coaches I have ever met.  She knew exactly how to bring the best out of her players.  She also allowed you to believe in yourself.  Thank you Yosh.