Exercise machine/Sweater rack

This ad was on Craig's list, Trev and I thought it was hilarious. At least somebody was honest!! :)

Weider CROSSBOW/Sweater rack, experiment gone bad, my loss your gain, used 3 times for exercise and many time to dry sweaters/bra's etc.. Will hold up to 10 sweaters or bras and doubles as exercise machine. $250.00 OBO



What do you envision when you hear this job title?
I have never had a problem listing this as my job, or answering yes to the question, "Do you stay-at-home?"
But lately, I feel I do have a slight problem with it. The problem, you ask? I'M NEVER HOME! At least it feels that way. It is true that when my kids were little, I remember not wanting to leave the house. Who wants to go grocery shopping with 3 little kids in tow? My first 2 children were only 16 months apart. I seem to recall a very tidy apartment that I almost never left, because I couldn't quite figure out how to manage taking 2 babies with me anywhere. Yes, I was a Stay-at-Home-Mom, definitely!
But now I think I could be called these things...
Stay-At-Grocery Store-Mom
Plan-Activities for Primary-Mom
Technology Project-Mom
Food on the Table-Mom
Help with Homework-Mom
Host-Baby showers & Birthday Parties-Mom

I could keep going. The point is, I WISH I could be a Stay-At-HOME-Mom. This stage of my life has me pining for an easychair and crosswords book. Maybe just a moment or two to make my house "tidy" again. How I long to sit and read that magazine I just got in the mail. Don't get me wrong, it's all good. I try to go with the flow. But, home is definitely where my heart is. I just wish it was also where my body was!!


Spring is in the air!

This hot mama (not me, the cycle) is sitting in my garage. It doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Trev, my husband. It is spring. Let me tell you about spring. Yes, the flowers bloom, yes, the birds sing. You know what else sings? Motorcycle engines. Have you noticed them? The temps reach almost 60, and there is a new sound in the air. The hum, purr, roar, whatever you want to call it, of all the motorcycles emerging from their garages after being stored all winter.
And each spring as we see them race past, my husband gives me that look, and I do the eye roll or something like it. It's tradition.

So, let me tell you about our first date. This hot guy in a red t-shirt picks me up at my house. After intros to the fam, we drive to the ice-skating rink and he laces up my skates and whirls me around the rink. Then it is off to Batman at the theater...the attraction is mounting, we sit closer than most people who really don't know each other all that well. This date is going well. I really like this friendly, confident, cute 17 year old guy, he makes me laugh, and I am having the time of my life. Then we go to his house for more introductions to family. Then just when I think the date is over and it is time to return home, he pulls out a helmet. Wait, make that 2 helmets. I have never worn a helmet before. How much time did I spend on perfecting my permed hair before this date? The helmet feels good, and I get to wrap my arms around him for a while. So far, it's worth the squished perm. We are off, and ...it's exhilarating! Hot summer night, stars out, wind whipping by you, a new perspective and a thrill. When I get home and tell my mom this guy has a motorcycle, she quickly asks, voice a little panicked, "You didn't go for a ride, did you?" I answer just as quickly with hair flat as can be..."No, of course not!"
Since that fateful, wonderful day, my husband has owned many motorcycles. He goes in stages, buying and selling them. We haven't owned one for a couple of years, and that is why this spring started with "the look". Because it is time. It's been too long for him. I knew it as soon as we saw the first motorcycle of the season. It wasn't long after this that he started showing me pictures of the Suzuki M109R Boulevard on the computer. "What do you think of that?" "Hmmmm" was my reply. I watched and waited patiently and quietly as he made calls and visited the motorcycle shop. Then last weekend we went "for a drive" and somehow wound up there. Just to show me and see what I thought. You want to know what I thought?
Motorcycles are dangerous. You crash on one, chances are not so good it will turn out okay. How much time and money will be spent? Not so fond of too many hours away from the family. Those are my usual first thoughts. Then you want to know what I thought?
That is the sexiest motorcycle I have ever seen. If I were a guy and into motorcycles, that is the exact motorcycle I would buy. My husband has good taste!
And finally I thought... Where did I put my motorcycle jacket? Is it hanging in the closet? I'll need to get it out so we can go for a ride! And when exactly do I get to go on that ride?
Yep, spring is in the air. Can you hear it?


my nephews

My 2 awesome little nephews. Ty is the big brother, and Ezra is the little guy. We are so excited to have them in our family, and so excited that they live just down the street from us. Ezra was just born in January, and we all feel so blessed to have him in our lives. His parents waited a long time for this sweet little guy, and we are so happy for them.
We got to babysit a little while ago, and I sat there holding Ezra for an hour, just smelling the newborn smell, and thoroughly enjoying the snuggling.