Don't Tell Me The 80's Aren't Coming Back

Oh my God!!! Or should I say, "Oh my Gawd", very rapidly and in the most shrill, obnoxious voice that I can muster? This is a photo that E surreptitiously managed to capture while B and I pretended to debate over whether or not a pair of shoes was appropriate for me. Obviously what we were really doing was trying to block the throwbacks view of the camera so she didn't come over and beat us with the chains from her jacket.

Stupidity At Its Finest....?

A little portion of the police log that comes out in the small community newspaper where I work. All (or just the stupid ones, I don't know) of the calls that come into the local 911 line get published in the paper. I have just one question. How much of this shit do you actually have to smoke to be this stupid?

Sports Mom

For those of you that know me, you all know that I love sports. (Real sports...soccer is not a sport to me.) And my true love comes from watching my kids play. Actually the love comes from watching how passionate the kids can be. Professional athletes have nothing on Little League, Pee-Wee Football and highschool athletics. Every few months I dread the start of yet another season of something. Freezing my ass off at every football game. The stench of 30 sweaty boys in a mat room. Freezing my ass off at spring baseball games. And then at the end of the season there is a huge letdown for me. I seem to get attached to all the kids and then am sad when I know I won't see them until next season. This year was Reuben's last season of anything because he will be graduating and I think I cried for 2 days after his last football game. The girl child has pretty much given up on sports all together which broke my heart. She could have gone to college on her softball playing abilities. Lucky for me the boy child has three seasons of baseball, two seasons of football and two seasons of wrestling left. After that I'm sure you'll find me in a psych ward, wrapped up in the boys lettermans jacket yelling, "What are you, f-ing blind? That was a strike." Or, "Where are the take down points? He was in control!" And quite possibly, "Jesus f-ing Christ, he had him by the f-ing facemask, what are you, f-ing blind?" At imaginary officials that are robbing my kids of points and not calling penalties when they should. Good times. Lucky for me I have insurance with mental health coverage :)

Chains? Required? In March? WTF?

This was the view coming down Timberline Road last Saturday. March 7, 2009. MARCH!! Chains were required to drive up to the lodge. I admit it, I am a spoiled skier. I was a ski bum on and off for a few years when I was younger...wake up, look out the window and if the weather sucked, well, no skiing that day. Just rolled over and went back to bed. So now in my golden years :) I like to spring ski so I don't have to deal with this crap. But I bought the spring ski pass for both B and I, $99 to ski as much as you want from March 2nd until May 25th, so up we went. It's a hell of a deal since a single day ticket for me is $52, but I was expecting sunshine and beautiful weather, not sleet frozen to my goggles to the point that I seriously couldn't even see through them. Screw this I'm going to the bar. Going to try to ski again this Thursday. Supposed to be sunny. We'll see....

I Really Am A Blonde

This would be my stupid ass sitting outside GI Joes's (sorry, I mean Joe's) waiting for Pop-A-Lock after locking my purse, which happened to have my keys in it, in my f-ing trunk. Just how I wanted to spend a sunny Friday afternoon. The boy child better appreciate those skis :)