tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27520886280015931332024-03-12T17:59:36.754-06:00HippieWildMamaWelcome to HippieWildMama, I hope you enjoy! Please, leave a comment and tell me about yourself!Wildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-86362217490220254182011-12-23T09:23:00.000-07:002011-12-23T09:23:18.971-07:00What I'm Loving-December edition!!!Loving to craft and create things like this ornament wreath. Made with bulbs I purchased while thrifting. Love it. <br />
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Loving my son's kindergarten teacher and wanted to make something special.<br />
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Loving my son. Remember how excited you were to be the angel in the Christmas play? Well, boys have their version. I've never met a more proud and happy shepherd in all my life. <br />
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Loving the tradition of baking and decorating and sharing Santa Claus cookies. <br />
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Loving this rojo media center from Crate and Barrel. Loving? Coveting? Needing? OMYGODGIVEITTOME!!!<br />
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Loving Chex Mix. I put it in the freezer until I need it. And to hide it from me. And then I realized cold Chex Mix is even better!<br />
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Loving pearls. I love pearls. A lot. A lot. <br />
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Loving Tim Tebow and the role model he is for my son. Refreshing to see a humble, hard-working and wholesome professional athlete. Loving little guy's version of Tebowing:<br />
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Loving my new doggy. My first dog. My only dog. My didn't want a dog, but got a dog and love a dog, dog. His name is Ozzy. <br />
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Loving the Murphy-Goode winery wine. Nice addition to craft time. Bake time. Wrap time. Movie Time. <br />
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Loving this post!Wildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-69746664477848973422011-09-27T14:17:00.000-06:002011-09-27T14:17:06.181-06:001st Annual Women and Children Camping TripRain? Check<br />
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Smores? Check, err, double check.<br />
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Campfire? Check.<br />
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Tent? Check.<br />
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Outhouses? Check.<br />
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Camp Craft? Check. <br />
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Beautiful view? Check.<br />
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Hiking? Check.<br />
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Guitars? Check.<br />
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Flashlights? GlowSticks? Laughter? Tears? Check Check Check Check. <br />
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In love and campfire!<br />
HWMWildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-69125197744639248452011-09-23T12:18:00.000-06:002011-09-23T13:41:02.532-06:002,922 days of marriageI got married before digital photography was available. Isn't that awesome? So, no wedding pictures. Just picture me in a white dress. Him in a tux. Got it? Good. <br />
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I tend to operate in increments of 11. Therefore, today I will be sharing with you 11 thoughts on staying married.<br />
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#1: ONE NIGHT OUT WITH THE GUYS PER WEEK = MANDATORY! My man NEEDS this. It works for us. It's awesome. We both win.<br />
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#2: IT'S OKAY TO GO TO BED MAD. Oh, #2, where were you in my 20's?? Just try it sometime, it's amazing. <br />
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#3: WORK HARD TO BE SOMEONE, HE WANTS TO COME HOME TO. Try not to nag as much, try not to be bitchy or bothered. Just try. Not eliminate, just reduce. I'm not a saint, you know.<br />
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#4: BE A FREAK IN THE SHEETS AND A LADY ON THE STREETS. My guy needs intimacy just as much as I do. I know he appreciates when I take time feel and look my best. <br />
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#5: LOVE HIS FRIENDS AND FAMILY. Really love them. Be accepting. <br />
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#6: BE COMMITTED. FOR BETTER FOR WORSE. I know that we are a together forever type of team. I feel loved and needed and cherished. I hope he feels needed and loved and appreciated. Fight sometimes, it makes life interesting. Love sometimes, it makes life worth it. <br />
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#7: BE THANKFUL. I don't believe I've filled my car with gas more than 10 times in the last 2,922 days. I call it the gas fairy, but it's really my husband that does it. Yes, without asking. <br />
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#8: MAKE HIS FAVORITE MEAL. You've heard 'The way to a man's heart is through his stomach'? I don't know if it's true or not, but I want his heart and I'm willing to make the meal. <br />
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#9: TELL HIM WHAT YOU WANT. My sweet hubby is not a mind reader. If I want flowers, I say "Will you buy me flowers this week?" (or better yet, just buy them for myself) If I want more romance, I say "Let's get a babysitter and go on a date". If I want him to hug me more, kiss me more, hold my hand more. I say 'hug me more' 'kiss me more' 'hold me more'. It works.<br />
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#10: I shit you not. The best part of being married, is having a warm body to shove my frozen toes under in the middle of the night. I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE that I have a warm man, who doesn't mind my frozen digits. Is that weird?<br />
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#11: Compromise is king. <br />
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Now, I don't know, if it is my love for his music. Or maybe because I love to drink bourbon and beer and listen to his music. But I sure had a good time!<br />
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Craziness insued. It's a damn glorious wonder, that we didn't get arrested. Or ticketed. My momma would NOT be proud :)<br />
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This girl is FUN with a capital F. Fun Fact about this Fun Girl: William Topley is the main reason we became friends. Thank you William!<br />
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Your BIGGEST fan,<br />
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HWMWildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-8783481887564881102011-09-12T13:44:00.000-06:002011-09-12T13:44:44.792-06:00Party at the Paint PlaceOne of my favorite things to do is create. I'm not great at anything, but I'm good at it. I love to paint, I love to sew, I love to drink wine. Which is why, when gifted a GC to 'Sipping and Painting', I was jazzed. <br />
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I got to go with MIL and SIL as a birthday gift from MIL to SIL and me. Did you get all that? The studio was super cute, in a fun and trendy, 1/2 urban, 1/2 hood area.<br />
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We chose 'Almond Branches', although mine feels more like Cherry Blossom. But, whatev.<br />
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Do you paint? Draw? Color? Clean? Sleep? <br />
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Bye, <br />
HWMWildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-2309362955998708192011-09-06T14:36:00.000-06:002011-09-06T14:36:40.887-06:00Labor Day RecapStarted with an early morning run around this beautiful lake. I am up to running 2 miles, 3 times per week. I don't hate it. And I listened to Lady GaGa "you and i" for 20 minutes straight. Resulting in the most awesome run ever. <br />
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Then home to make my morning smoothie. I drink one every day. I like to get three servings of fruit in right quick like. This one had: 1c. of whole milk, 1 c. frozen cherries, 1 banana:<br />
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Met some friends on the Pearl Street Mall in Boulder. Played in the water features, had snacks, went to happy hour at The Boulder Cafe. I have no pictures, but enjoyed a wheat beer and a hummus plate. <br />
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We were entertained by street performers. Some of us, more than others. <br />
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I think, if you don't enjoy a Monday off, then you got yourself some real BIG problems. Ya know?<br />
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Labor and Love,<br />
HWMWildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-34056053802964676262011-09-02T13:48:00.001-06:002011-09-02T13:48:00.097-06:00The best thing about having girlfriends?They bring you flowers at work. <br />
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When you really need them. Thanks BFF.Wildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-74890067413991090562011-08-30T13:27:00.004-06:002011-08-30T13:27:00.181-06:00Girlfriends are the bestfriendsI switched it up a bit this week. Took a few hours to relish some quality girlfriend time. Girls ROCK:<br />
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We took lots of pictures. Lots and lots and lots of pictures. My friend is a photographer. I can't say I've ever been hiking with a photographer. Photography really slows me down and keeps me in the now. <br />
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We discussed relationships. Both past, present and future. <br />
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The best part? We didn't talk the whole time. Lot's of time to reflect and recharge. <br />
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I lied. That wasn't the best part. The best part was when I got home, kicked off my shoes and partook:<br />
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xoxo,<br />
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Wildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-68624539872114717862011-08-28T14:17:00.001-06:002011-08-28T14:17:00.632-06:00Vacation is.....Vacation time is always 5:00.<br />
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Vacation is time for catching the big ones.<br />
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Vacation is for driving home from summer camp (day camp. best idea EVER).<br />
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Vacation is for yoga, lots of yoga. In the rain garden.<br />
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Vacation is primetime for meditation and reflection.<br />
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Vacation is for a 5 day mohawk.<br />
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Vacation has a dresscode. Tie die and flip flops.<br />
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Vacation is for making memories and fun family time.<br />
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Vacation is for giving thanks and appreciating the beauty in every day.<br />
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Lake Vacation 2011 is officially over. <br />
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Wildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-72202522679401084982011-08-26T12:31:00.004-06:002011-08-26T12:31:00.151-06:00We're still on vacation right?We've arrived at our destination. Our lake house in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of the summer.<br />
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I don't know about you, but my perfect day starts with a coffee cruise. Did I mention that we're at the lake now? We don't 'do' cars this week. Our transportation is by boat. A long, solo, sunrise coffee cruise. Did I mention SOLO? 'cuz that's where it's at. Let's find a good parking spot and head for java.<br />
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Up these stairs to meet our barista.<br />
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Back to the boat for a nice long cruise. Sometimes we'll go fast. Sometimes we'll go slow. Sometimes we'll just shut it all down in the middle of the lake and ponder. We'll pray. We'll ask God to please, please, please instill a love of fishing in our hearts. True story.<br />
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Yes, you can sit in the beanie. It's awesome. You know what else is awesome? This vacation! And I'm not done, vacation round III next time!<br />
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What the what??!!?? Carhenge? Definitely on the back roads. Speaking of backroads, look what else we'll see:<br />
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and just about sunset, we'll be shown a great gift, Chimney Rock in all her glory:<br />
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And we haven't even reached our destination yet!!! But we will, next post!<br />
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Love and Smooches,<br />
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I'm not going to lie. Weight loss is a total bitch. A whorey bitch. A stinky, smelly, whorey, bitch. And to make matters worse, I suck at it. I suck so bad that I don't even try. I don't talk about it. I don't acknowledge it. Atleast not on the outside. But on the inside, I notice it. <br />
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And then, I realized. I'm not the only one who notices. And I'm not being fair. In the course of one conversation, a myriad of emotions were felt. Anger, rage, resentment, love. Most of all love. It started with a simple statement. <br />
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'Let's do this together'<br />
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And it got deep. Real deep. And it got real. And I am even more in love with my husband now than ever. After a week of crying and sobbing and acting hysterically, I got control of myself and I'm moving forward. <br />
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I moved from sadness. Why doesn't he love me no matter what? Why can't I weigh 300 pounds and he accept it? I went through anger. Why is weight so important? I think my curves are fantabulous. Fuck him! Who are you? the food police? <br />
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And the most glorious of all states: acceptance. <br />
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Did you hear me???? ACCEPTANCE. I accept that I'm not the same weight I was when I met you. 10 years ago, HOLLA!! In fact, I'm 45+ pounds more than I was when I met you. And that is not fair. It's not right. I'm beautiful, yes. I'm awesome, of course! I'm your best friend, without a doubt. But I'm overweight. And as bad as that furreeeeekin sucks, it's true. <br />
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and because I love you. And because I love myself. And because I love our boy. I'm going to change. I can do it. I have demons that need to be fought. <br />
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Those demons should be afraid because I'm a damn ninja and I'm pissed. Something is different this time. I'm fighting for my life. I'm fighting for my marriage. I'm fighting for intimacy. I'm fighting for a decent tasting black bean burger. I'm fighting for happiness and love and confidence. I'm fighting for ME.<br />
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Summer is for baseball with my buddy:<br />
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Summer is for beautiful sunsets:<br />
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Summer is for sundresses, sunglasses and pearls:<br />
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P.S: those last two were taken on vacationin the Florida Keys. We don't have palm trees in Colorado and our sun sets behind the mountains. <br />
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Summer is for Father's Day....at the drag races:<br />
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Summer is for playing frisbee in the park:<br />
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Summer is, as summer does. And we be doin. <br />
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Peace and SunshineWildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-77918357870297171202011-05-26T15:56:00.001-06:002011-08-25T16:13:13.379-06:00I'm not so sane. Just FYIFrom left to right: a crocheted R2D2 kleenex holder, a new pen holder and pens, ipod and OLD family picture, a teeny tiny jet fighter, a pad of paper and a lamp. My baby's night stand. Just like momma. Wants to be prepared to write.<br />
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My little homie is the ring bearer in a wedding tommorow. He is so proud. He should be. <br />
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I made all this shit with my BFF last weekend and it was glorious.<br />
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I'm so sorry. I'm trying not to. But. I feel a cussing storm about to unleash. We made these dresses too. It was raining out, we couldn't do shit, but sew.<br />
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POOR FUCKING ME. That's all I have to say!! <br />
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P.S: I promise a sweet and happy next post. Because we will overcome this little piece of shit "SPOT". We've got planes to fly, Ironman costumes to design, and songs to dance to. FML!! FTW!!!!Wildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-16755967174031774612011-05-19T16:25:00.000-06:002011-05-19T16:25:10.382-06:00Fun with FriendsMy BFF Mandy was here over the weekend. We planned to go on long hikes. We planned picnic lunches in the park. We planned sunny walks around the neighborhood. We planned. and planned. and planned. And God laughed. and laughed. and laughed. You see. Denver boasts something like 300 days of sunshine per year. There is also talk of beautiful Rocky Mountains. Neither of which my friend was able to see. Instead? We crafted and sewed and had the time of our lives. Here's what we did:<br />
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So much fun. Oh, and I felt obligated to take her to the World Famous Casa Bonita...I knew we were in trouble when she asked me if the divers were former Olympians.Wildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-63473632265552666002011-04-28T17:02:00.008-06:002011-04-29T13:11:03.563-06:00Fighting Battles, Winning WarsThat's right, we are heavily artilleried in our house. I might have made that word up. But, here is proof:<br />
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Our fearless leader:<br />
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Oh, hello, city employee vehicles that park in front of my house while they tear up the entire street. Starting at 7:00 in the morning. Welcome!! Glad to have you!! **sarcasm**<br />
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The view from my little dudes bedroom window. Fresh. Awake. Thriving.<br />
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Too beautiful and bountiful not to share with the inside of the house. I love you tree. And I think you are beautiful all year round.<br />
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Have you hugged your tree today?<br />
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I might have.<br />
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Love,<br />
HWMWildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-81952995024455247832011-04-19T17:29:00.000-06:002011-04-19T17:29:50.813-06:00Brian Williams. In my house!!Little man: Momma? Can I pick out my outfit today?<br />
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Momma: Sure!<br />
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Little Man: Can I wear my tie? I haven't worn my tie for awhile.<br />
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Momma: Sure, why not! <br />
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Little Man: Do I look like Brian Williams on the news?<br />
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Momma: Well, yes you do!!<br />
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Little Man: *beaming*<br />
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And yes, he wore this outfit to school. With the exception of the hat. Any proper gentleman knows you remove your hat indoors. Okay. We are working on that.Wildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-4268126772000404112011-04-18T15:21:00.000-06:002011-04-18T15:21:49.707-06:00Eats for Easter Week<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uW0lyqyKnUE/TayrHzJRc4I/AAAAAAAAANI/6hfbcuHVaQ0/s1600/IMG_0109%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uW0lyqyKnUE/TayrHzJRc4I/AAAAAAAAANI/6hfbcuHVaQ0/s320/IMG_0109%255B1%255D" /></a></div><br />
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That's all.<br />
xoxo,<br />
HWMWildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-12460614046907229402011-04-12T16:02:00.000-06:002011-04-12T16:02:55.025-06:00My mini-man and my menuFirst of all. We had a birthday. We are six now. And by we, I mean he:<br />
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He is convinced you only grow the night before your birthday. He thinks he woke up six inches taller. If that's the case, I'm really concerned. I'll be 9 feet 2 inches in August. Yikes.<br />
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Our menu this week looks like this:<br />
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SUNDAY: popcorn. always has been. always will be. and IZZE's. they are good. and local.<br />
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MONDAY: tacos<br />
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TUESDAY: tuna patties and steamed veggies<br />
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WEDNESDAY: hot wings on the grill<br />
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THURSDAY: baked spaghetti<br />
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FRIDAY: pork chops and wild rice<br />
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***totally random. I'm totally aware. totally***Wildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-42616737791660699252011-03-23T12:37:00.000-06:002011-03-23T12:37:43.386-06:00Hurry up, dammit!!You know what is worse than watching and waiting water to boil in a pot???<br />
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Why am I so obsessed with you? oh oh oh oh. <br />
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That's all.Wildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-48242218083285401892011-03-22T13:46:00.000-06:002011-03-22T13:46:35.346-06:00All is good in the worldFrom this:<br />
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to this:<br />
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makes a this:<br />
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<b>A FEW THINGS I'VE LEARNED THIS MONTH:</b><br />
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1. Asthma is a horrible, no good, very bad disease.<br />
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2. Asthma can kiss my ass. Thankyouverymuch.<br />
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3. I don't just want my husband. I NEED him.<br />
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4. Line drying should not be used on 40 mph wind days.<br />
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5. Finding your underwear in your neighbors trees is awesome. See #4.<br />
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Granola and Greens,<br />
HWMWildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-17365032177906597702011-03-12T20:24:00.000-07:002011-03-12T20:24:20.101-07:00Hospital time 2011If I knew how to use my fancy iPhone, I would be able to rock a sweet post with pictures and everything. <br />
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But I ain't a very smart one.<br />
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Picture this. One flu/cold/asthma attacked little five year old boy. Tied to tubes and bells and whistles. Still smiling. Still playing. Happier than heck to be exposed to an xbox. Ready to be home but making the best of things. <br />
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Then there is crazy, psycho mom with guilt, anger, sadness, helplessness, no sleep, no coffee and no exercise. No sunshine either. <br />
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But I'm greatful. Because I am blessed.<br />
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I am married to a husband. And a daddy. The kind of daddy that takes the night shift. And doesn't sleep on the pull out couch. He crawls in bed with his little boy, to snuggle and soothe. <br />
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Thank you.Wildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2752088628001593133.post-35204193677280366612011-01-31T15:07:00.002-07:002011-01-31T19:17:53.691-07:00Day by day. Hour by hour.I finally got my camera to work. And decided to take a picture every hour on the 1/2 hour. All day long. I'm so super cool like that. <br />
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7:30 a.m:<br />
I outdid myself this morning. I made a bowl of Blueberry Mini Wheats. He exclaimed "YES!!!" as I plopped the bowl down in front of him.<br />
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8:30 a.m:<br />
Lunch? check. Backpack? check. Sleeping buddy? check. Nap blankie? check. hat/gloves/coat? check. smile? check.<br />
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9:30 a.m:<br />
It's a long story on why I'm making meatballs at this hour. The short of it is this: I'm a workin' momma with not so normal hours. I make my two fellas dinner and have it waiting for them when they get home. I've been told that this is a really cool thing to do. I do it because I love them. I also do it because I do not want my baby eating doritos and dip for dinner every night. <br />
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10:30 a.m:<br />
My guilty pleasue. My favorite girl is Elisabeth. They had Camille Grammar on the show today. I die.<br />
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11:30 a.m:<br />
My commute. An exceptionally gray/snowy/frigid day in the Denver Metro Area. I was having difficulty finding a good radio station. Then I went to AM. That's how desperate I was. <br />
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12:30 p.m:<br />
My work phone. My nemesis. Monday morning. I started with 17 new messages. Craziness. I work with men that have recently been released from prison. <br />
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13:30 hours <br />
We roll in military time at the office. It's a habit. This is my BFF at work. Lots of times my BFF everywhere. Meet Leigh. She is pretty awesome. And she keeps secrets. Really really well. <br />
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14:30 hours:<br />
Holy God. Quite possibly the worlds worst photo of me. In my own little office in my own little world. Living the dream.<br />
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1530 hours:<br />
It's snowing out my office window. I do appreciate the natural light in this office. I would not do well without. <br />
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1630 hours:<br />
The problem with this whole thing is that 140% of what I do is confidential. As much as I would LOVE to share pictures of my 'client's, I am unethically unable to do that. Hmm. Next time, I oughta do this on the weekend. Until then, here is me at work, holding up the wall.<br />
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1730 hours.<br />
Breaktime. I'm catching up on emails/facebook/local news and my favorite blogs!!!! <br />
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1830 hours.<br />
After meeting with 13 clients. Finding out school is cancelled tomorrow. Almost quitting time. Calgon!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <br />
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I'll be back next week. With a whole slew of resolutions, goals, plans and the unveiling of something wonderful. Maybe. Even. A Giveaway!!! Wildmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251691556211196392noreply@blogger.com0