Well, hello! It's been awhile since I have been on the blogspot...a long while. I have no excuse for this except that it is summer and has been over 100 degrees for 50+ days. To explain just a bit, summer is not my favorite season. I'm a fall girl, I love crisp air and being outside without dripping sweat. I love football and Halloween and Thanksgiving. I love all the boys in my family having birthdays and celebrating an anniversary with my love. I love....oh jeez, I sound like a kleenex commercial right about now. HA! That's so not me. I really do love fall, but this is summer which also has fun to offer. It's just busy and doesn't leave much time for anything extra....like writing on my blog, which I miss terribly. It doesn't help that this particular summer is the hottest one we have had in something like 150 years. Some people say it's hotter than hell; I say we must live somewhere a ways south of there. ;)
In an effort to escape this inferno I loaded up the boys and we headed to the mountains of Colorado! We made the trip in one day...11 hours and 53 minutes to be exact which is a loooong time to be in the car with or without three boys. Well, the middle would like for me to clarify, that time actually did include a stop at the liquor store. After 11 hours and 22 minutes in the car, stopping for tequila was a major priority for me. ;) Some day when they travel with their families, they will look back on this and understand why that was my first stop. ;) The week was a blast and included lots of hiking, biking, a trip to Vail for dinner with friends, a trip to Denver for time with family and Broncos training camp and mom beating all three boys down the mountain on the alpine slides. Never underestimate the power of the mom boys...never. ;) We ended the week with a visit to the local hat store. Here is how that went....you might actually be able to hear me laughing thru these pictures. :))
We ended up coming home with a cute version of the birthday hat (which I will torture them all with over the next two months;) And these two beauties....
On the way home, I decided to try and set a record. I don't know why I do this to myself...the only thing I can come up with is that I like to think I am in control. ;) We headed out early and I informed the boys that they should only sip water because we would not be stopping. We only stopped twice the entire day. We were on target to make it home in a record time of just under 11 hours when we got about 11 miles from home and the highway closed. Seems there was a massive grass fire up ahead, which is the way things go inside the "ring of fire". It took exactly 3 hours to travel the last 11 miles to home. I did indeed set a record...in the 8 years we have been going to Breckenridge, that was the longest it has ever taken to get home. And, there wasn't even a liquor store stop involved. ;) So I can't control the temperature or the traffic, but I can control the tequila. ;)
The wine of the day is Twisted River Riesling. A nice light white is a good choice when it's 110 degrees outside. I'll sign off today with this to ponder....when John Denver is singing, "It's Colorado rocky mountain high. I've seen it rainin fire in the sky." Is he speaking of how high the mountains are or a different, slightly less legal kind of high? I was all excited to play some John Denver for the boys on the way up the mountain until this question was raised. Awesome...when did they get so smart? ;)
The W(h)ine Hour..
Every household has one…the whine hour. It’s those bewitching hours between approximately 5 and 8pm in the evening when the kids go crazy and moms across the world lose their minds completely. It doesn’t matter if you have babies, toddlers, kids, tweens, or teens; those hours of dinner/homework/bath time/ bedtime can just about do a momma in. What is a girl to do? It’s simple and brilliant actually, just slip in a little wine of your own! Now, I’m not suggesting anyone down a bottle of whiskey everyday between the hours of 5 and 8, in fact if you do that you will have a few whine hours of your own the next morning. Basically, a little wine during the whine hours will keep you out of the padded cell at the local cookoo house where people will walk by and peek in your little window and say things like “aww, poor mom has lost her marbles” and “hmmm, now that’s a crazy one right there, sits in there all day and hits herself over the head with a Barbie and a hotwheel”. Don’t smirk, it can happen.
So, enjoy the tales of my whine hour, and how I survive each and everyone of one of them with a sense of humor and a good bottle of wine! After all, the whine hour comes around every single day, a girl has to be prepared!