vintage (part 1)

I have some old blogs on myspace I thought I would post on here.

I'm a cow...and other random thoughts. (november 6, 2006)
Last Monday I took the girls to the Pumpkin Patch. The night before I realized I had not taken them so I did some on line searching to find one and the only one open on Monday was in Conway, MO. So I planned out the day--eat lunch, girls nap in the car on the way to the Patch--it'll be fun. Saturday and Sunday were beautiful warm days...Monday not cold but pretty windy. We eat, load up and off we go. The directions just said to get off at a certain exit and I guess I thought I'd see a sign. We arrive in Conway --po dunk--MO and no sign. I stop at the gas station--you know complete with diner and you leave smelling like a french fry--to get directions. At this point I have drank a whole bottle of water while driving and am about to pee my pants. I unload the girls as fast as possible, take care of business then try to get directions. After asking a few people I finally get someone who knows. Just a little side note here--Conway is not too big and from what I gather this pumpkin patch might be one of the biggest things it has going for it so why no one knew where it was is beyond me....anyway! We finally are on our way. We get there and it's not looking so open. I'm about to get a little ticked off when a man comes out--it could've been a child of the corn out there in the middle of nowhere--but thank God it was the owner. He said they were closed (the internet said it was open until 9.00 PM) but he would let us pick out a pumkin, do a maze, hayride, etc. It turned out to be a very nice time ( you can look at the pics under my pics). After doing a maze in the garage and Carson and Chloe played with some kitties (Carson begged to bring one home--I wish we could've) the man asked Carson if she wanted to see a calf--born the day before. We said yes and went to look at it. This man is talking to me about heiffers and cows and the difference in the sizes of their calves--like I know what he's talking about. OK, for all you smart people I thought a heiffer was a type of bull. I didn't tell him that though I just asked him what a heiffer is. A heiffer is a cow that has never had a calf. A cow has had a calf. SO, therefore I am a cow and not a heiffer. I left there feeling like the saying "you learn something new everyday" finally applied to me. Hee Haw!

where's the lipstick? (march 19, 2007)

My little Carson had to miss a ballet class a few weeks ago as her instructor (Mr. Kenny) had a stomach flu AND food poisoning. We had not been able to make it up until tonight. As we were getting ready I told her "We are going to your make-up class for ballet because you couldn't go when Mr. Kenny was sick" and off we went. She said something about make up in the car and I told her it was a make up for a class she missed--assuming she totally understood. As I'm observing her, half way through the class she walks over to the door with a puzzled look, opens it and says to me "Where's the make-up?" Much to her dismay there was no one there to put make up on her and pamper her during her ballet class. I tried to explain again and encouraged her to finish her class out and we would talk later. After class I kept trying to explain it to her in different ways. I'm not sure she quite gets it still--I think she's still wondering why she didn't get her makeover today!