Until We Meet Again

It has become crystal clear to me over the past months that I have misplaced the passion that I once had for this blog. My posts although catchy and somewhat entertaining have become a whiny mess of swill that really cause me to frown and want to press the delete button - Really, truly deeply! I am not sure what happened, but somewhere between here and there I lost my moral fiber and my zest to post on this blog and because I am not in the business of blogging to just post some meaningless post I am going on INDEFINITE HIATUS - Gone in a blink of an eye.

So on that note; I go forth in search of that special something, that something that inspired me to create and write in this blog.

Peace.

Fall Is In da House

Fall is my favorite time of year. Fall means, Mother Nature dazzles us with the changing of the trees, which I love more than snow. She chills us with the crisp change in the shortened days. The begining of fall means my favorite holiday is quickly approaching but above all else, fall means the new beginnings of my favorite t.v. shows. Shows, that I have patiently awaited all summer long for.

Tonight kicks off the season and I couldn't be more ready or thrilled. No more reality trash t.v. (not that I watch that.............OK.........maybe I do - The Dog). Yippi!

Shows I look forward to indulging myself into (with little to no interruptions - please).....drum role.

One Tree Hill - although with the departure of Peyton and Lucas, who knows what awaits.

Gossip Girl - xoxo, baby! The college years and the h.s. Queen Bee!!! Whooo Yea!

Sons of Anarchy - Bad boys on motorcycles, need I say more?

The new Melrose Place (that show was sinfully delicious back in the day) and from the previews it looks promising!

And lastly............

Vampire Diaries - I realize these are not the Cullen's and there is no Bella, but I think it will feel the large gap I possess for all things Twilight, well until November!

To the new fall season line up - Cheers as she clangs her glass to yours!

xoxo - Momma Rocks

Vintage or Classic?

Now that I am in my thirties......gross! I often find myself gazing into the mirror, eyes puffy from a restless nights sleep, a few gray hairs making every effort to invade my newly done hair and I think to myself where has the time gone?

How did all these years whiz by me?

How am I this age when I was just living on the wild-side barely twenty?

My youth, my vibrant quest to conquer all of life ambitions, gone in the blink of an eye. I remember being young and a year took forever, now it's ending before I even realize it began. Life is filled with one responsibility after another and sadly I often forget to STOP, BREATH and reflect.

Luckily, I have a wonderful husband who indulges me often with free time. Time to escape reality and consume myself with things that constitute IMMATURITY, stuff that makes me connect with my youthful side. Twilight, Harry Potter, Music, Books and the mindless escapes of all things pop-culture. I need these indulgences to escape the reality that is endless responsibilities and work. I need these to feel youthful.

I was once told by a "younger" co-worker, "I love talking with you because I feel like I am talking to my younger sister" Who by the way was 16 or 17 years old - Hahahah! Was I offended - Heck No!

Is it so wrong that my biggest fan on Facebook is a my 18 year old cousins girlfriend? No, although HUBS frequently asks me, "HOW OLD ARE YOU?" Whooahahahahah!

In honor of my youthfulness I am declaring the song "What's My Age Again?" by Blink 182 (one of my most treasured, favorite bands of all time) my ANTHEM.

"No one should take themselves so seriously

With many (Ok, a few) years ahead to fall in line

Why would you wish that on me

I never want to act my age

What's my age again?

What's my age again?"

Play It Backwards

Ok, do you notice how everyone is dressed in matching, nice clothes in this picture? Hair is nicely groomed.....etc.......etc....... Notice the child carrying the bag full of loot?

No, your eyes are not playing tricks on you. His clothes are contrasting colors. During Mother's visit, Landon stayed home from school to spend time with her which required her to dress him and this is what she put on him one day. Poor child, he looks like a rag-a-muffin. Black shoes with pastels?

Is this some type of rotten joke? I can't even stomach the dark socks? Are those even his? Nooooooo!

I can't even begin to explain the WRONG with this outfit. Clearly she allowed Landon to dress himself? That's it, it's really the only explanation, right? How does that teal shirt match those shorts? For the love - Mother!

The worst part is that Gigi and Aunt Carol allowed him to leave the house like this and they took him all over Colorado. I was speechless............"What were you thinking?" My Aunt giggles as I scold my Mother, finger pointing accusingly, "I told you he didn't match," she squawks! I hiss out the corner of my mouth, "Just you wait!"

Mother, I apologize for the times I bestowed torcher upon you because my clothes had to match, but taking your grandson out in public like this - It's just not very grandmotherly - no sire.

"Our Best Blue Jeans Have Skoal Rings"

"Guys like me drink to many beers on Friday after work"

My Uncle, Aunt, Momsie and GIGI came for a nice long visit last week. I was very sad to see them leave. Why - you ask? Well, my family is very frisky, very willing to help with all things having to do with my yard and house. Stuff that Danny and I don't fancy, but eventually oblige too, after it's overdue so it's nice to have the motivation from the frisky folks.

While my family was here we (more like THEY) had numerous projects, including the demo of Danny's front yard nemesis - the petrified, deader than dead tree. It was somewhat dead when we moved into the house four years ago, but as the years whizzed by it got worse, way worse.

On an unsuspecting Thursday evening, the "boys" busted out the chainsaw and attacked the tree. Uncle Larry took the lead, showing Dano what he needed to do and then handed over the chainsaw. Now, I don't know about you but where I come from every Man had a chainsaw.

Men + Chainsaws + flying wood chips = Me - Hot under the collar - Hum Dinger!

There is nothin sexier than your husband, dirty from a hard days work, dirty boots and a chainsaw in your yard. Nice, right?

Uncle Larry is a manly-man. If you were lost in the forest with a book of matches and a buck knife, you would want to be lost with Uncle Larry. He would get you warm, make shelter and hunt you something to eat - Uncle Larry rocks. My U & A have three boys and although they are still young, I have a feeling they will be quiet the manly boys. Heck, Auntie Carol can pound a hammer with the force of a DUDE into petrified wood, all the while primping her hair in the mirror - NICE!

HUBS, grew up in the Bay Area city, total city slicker. BUT, since moving to Colorado he's become very manly himself. His Dad and Brother's are quiet envious of his new found manliness and can't quiet figure out what happened to the City Boy!

Because Halloween is rapidly approaching and I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE that holiday, I asked HUBS if he would give me the top of the tree to spray paint black as a nice Halloween, scary yard decoration. He laughed at me and chopped it to bits.

Here's the tree before it's fateful demise. Pretty grass, nice wild flowers, saucy roses but with a dead tree who really notices the "pretty" stuff.

"Timber"

"So rough around the edges

It's hard to believe that girls like you

Love guys like me"

Post Inspired by the Dead, Dead Tree and Eric Church - "Guy's Like Me