Poison

O.K., so i just got back from the Poison concert. It was awesome. We were on row #2. My next door neighbor does work on the base guitar player's home he has here in Utah. It is all about who you know, not what you know. They saved my favorite song for last- "Talk Dirty to Me", it was just as I had remembered it, only more real :)
They rocked! The band all looked pretty darn good, I was impressed. No beer bellies, there is definate weight lifting going on in their lives, tans were nice, they still had the long hair but could pull it off- no perms anymore. The goal of their make-up was to look like they weren't wearing any- which I've always liked that decision, and I believe there was only 1 "sticking out of the tongue" siting- I'll let it go though, old habits die hard. Plus, who doesn't like seeing a little tongue action every now and then. They all had some nice jeans and the jeans all looked nice on them. As my son would say, "I'm just sayin'".
I have to go now because we are driving up to Logan tonight to get our kids and it is after 1:00 am. Brendan is asleep on the living room floor waiting for me to finish packing, I think that means I'm driving. One of the girls that was with us took a ton of pictures so when she sends them my way, I will be sure to post them. I didn't take my camera, I had no idea we would be as close as we were. So this is me signing off, but "I won't forget you baby".

Painting Lissy's room

It is 3:44 am and I am still up, obviously. I just finished painting my daughter's room. When I have all the decor up I will take some pictures and post them on here. Anyone can let me know what they think. However, I have spent a lot of time and energy on this room, so just remember the saying 'If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all'.
Lissy would not let me do any kind of color that maybe even resembled 'girliness' (pretty sure that is not a word, but you know exactly what I mean)
When I saw the bedspread in the store, I asked her if this would be acceptable for her, not too girlie. She not only said yes, but she was even excited for it. Finally, after months of searching, we had come to an agreement on something. She wanted her room blue, bright blue. I told her since she got to pick the bedspread that I got to pick the color of the wall, I still went with the blue, however, I picked a blue that matched the bedspread rather then one she was looking at (and yes, I was told at that time that I care about matching decorations more than I cared about her). After explaining the process of matching paint, she came to terms with the blue I wanted, however, when I added the stripes on the wall, she flipped a lid. All of the sudden I had made her room too girlie. The stripes I put on the wall, were a navy blue, and different colors of green. Not purple, pink, yellow, or even pastel green. But somehow I had managed to make it girlie. Oh well, you win some you lose some. I'm finding with Lissy, I lose a lot more than I wi n. That's alright, though, I still like her. She is a funny little girl. I'll get those pictures posted when all is said and done, and it is not 4:00 in the morning. Bye for now.

Walking the Odgen Parkway Trail

I made my kids go out with me to take some pictures. You would have thought I was torturing them. I was told several times that I loved them being clean and taking pictures more than I loved them. It's the famous line I hear everyday- "Mom, you care more about a clean house than you care about your kids." "Mom, you care more about us being showered than you care about us." "Mom, you care more about us going to bed than you care about us." It's fun. I just tell them that they're right. Nothing I do in my life is for them, I only do it because I care about all that other stuff. Having a clean house, clean kids that go to bed, and making sure it all stays that way so I can take the pictures to prove me in all my perfection.

I am here

O.K. so don't expect too much out of this for a little while. I am just entering into this world of blogging and I'm not so sure I have enough time to keep it up, or even that I want to spend the time doing it. I am told once I enter, I will be hooked. We'll see. Here is my leap of faith-(leap).
Ta-Da!!!