I've been thinking about her a lot lately. Since I've started my creative writing classes I decided to read some of my mom's work from when she was in school. We have a lot more in common than I thought. I'm jealous because she looks absolutely beautiful in the picture and she looks exactly like my sister. When we were little I thought I was the one who was a mini version of my mom because I had the blonde hair. But in reality my sister is a spitting image of her.
Bridget was playing with her Barbies the other day and Brent could hear her screaming "OOOOUUUUUCH!!! AHHHHHHHH!!! OOOOOOOOHHHH! He went in there and asked her, "Bridget, what are your Barbies doing?" He looked around and saw all of her Barbies bent in painful positions all strewn about her room. 
The mug shot.
Brent and I had a romantic evening drinking wine, talking, reminiscing and watching Celeb Rehab. It feels so good to watch people who are so much more screwed up than you are. After a couple of glasses of wine it's down right hilarious. That is until the next morning, then it's not so funny.
This wasn't actually today. It was a few days ago but I liked it so I decided to post it.
Bridget is in her animal loving phase. She's decided that she wants to be a "vegenarian" when she grows up. Not too long ago she suddenly burst into tears crying, "Mom, I want to be a vegenarian, but I still want to eat meat!" It took me a while to calm her down so that I could explain the difference between a vegetarian and a veterinarian. After she understood it was all good. 
Bridget was looking for animal tracks in the snow. She was absolutely convinced that she saw moose tracks.
I studied and she played.
Notice the footsteps on the ice behind the sign. Sometimes you can't help yourself, you just have to tempt fate to see what it has in store for you.
When my husband told me we had a view of the foothills I was so excited. You can see the Rocky Mountain foothills from miles around. When we lived in Castle Rock I would go on runs at the crack of dawn and I loved how the sunrise reflected pink off of the foot hills. Now the same hills that I would look at thirty miles away are pretty much in my backyard. I'm greatful to be in Colorado but this hill gets on my nerves. It's kind of like looking up mother nature's ass. From far away it's beautiful but close up the mystique is gone. Plus it blocks my beloved sunsets. Luckily for me Red Rocks is just five minutes away and when I want to see a more flattering side of mother nature I can go there and take it all in.
