Favorite 5.

I'm always ready to be the shoulder to cry, drink with or help find a distraction when a friend is in need..........though my sympathy doesn't probably always last as long as they would hope.  I've adapted the philosophy of The 5's:  "Give me 5 things you are thankful for." It forces people to push past the negative thoughts, and reminds us all that even when times are tough - there is always something to smile about.  Always.

I need to take my own advice this week, so here are my 5's.

1. I'm thankful for my mom.  No matter my mood, the time or day, she always takes my calls, listens, and coaches me through whatever crisis I'm going through - big or small!  She also has this uncanny way of making me laugh when all I want to do is pout and gives me faith it will all work out someway, somehow.

2.  The Colorado sun giving us a peek at what life will be like in just a few short weeks time.  It helps me to look forward to Rockie's games, patio happy hours and long runs in the park.

3.  My needy cat.  When he's pacing, constantly at my heels and yelling at me...all he really wants is some lovin'.  

4. Unlimited texting.  Because really? How can you have a bad day when all your best friends are literally at your fingertips.

5. Red wine. I'm not sure I need a description here as it pretty much speaks for itself.  ; )

Word.

'nuff said.

My wanted it, so my taked it.

If you've ever enjoyed an adult beverage (or 15) with myself and really anyone in my extended family, there is a strong chance you've heard 1 (or 193) rather embarrassing stories about my childhood.  I'm not going to go into "Turn on the hallway!!!" or the reason my entire family has called me Buff for the better part of 20 years.  However, the "My wanted it, so my taked it" story pops in my head when I sit down to write out my Sunday Wish List.
It was the holiday season and I was probably no more than 3 years old.  My mom was finishing up sending out our Holiday cards when I was begging and pleading for the stickers she was using the seal up the envelopes.  She told me once (fine 10) time(s) that once she was done with all the cards, I could have the remainder of the stickers.  Well, being the instant gratification person I was (and still am), I simply could not wait until she was finished to have those stickers.  Next thing my mom knows, she turns the corner to see me with my little (chubby) 3 year old linebacker build, covered head. to. toe. in holiday stickers.  As my mom is fighting back laughter she asks "BETH ANN SUMMERFIELD.  WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT THE STICKERS?" I reply with a simple "My wanted it, so my taked it."

My Sunday Wish List:
I wish I could snap my fingers and my apartment would be rid of every cute little kitty white hair, kitty litter mess, dust and dirty socks hiding under the sofa.
I wish I could sit and make my Valentine's while enjoying the breeze kicking back my curtains and sending the Spring air through my (what would be) freshly cleaned apartment.
I wish I had remembered to set the timer of when I got back from doing my 2nd load of laundry so I don't have to guesstamate when I need to go back and switch my towels from washer/dryer.
But really?  I wish my mom was here with  me so we could sit and giggle about my life-or-death dire need for those Holiday stickers 20+ years ago.

Sun, coffee and Food Network.

I loves me a sunny Saturday Spring morning!  I might be jumping the gun with the "Spring" talk, but if it looks, walks and quacks like a duck, right?  Right.

8:53am

Anyone who knows me knows that I carpool to work every morning. But anyone who REALLY knows me also knows that when I need to get out the door at 8:30a, I'm typically out by 8:36a and then some. It's okay if I'm the only one effected by my tardiness between the hours of 8-9a, but it's not ok when Kate, my carpool bestie, has to deal with my lateness, too.

This morning I was just about 5 minutes behind schedule and was walking to my car while thinking of how to explain to Kate why I was running late. I wasn't sure she'd accept "I couldn't get my top knot right! It will never happen again." when before I know it, I fall @ss over tea-kettle in the snow. What's funniest is I had my keys in one hand, coffee in the other. Mid-fall some part of me decides to quite literally chuck my keys across the alley, so I end up on my knees with my arms criss-crossed in front of me. Don't worry - coffee still perfectly in tact. After I text Kate explaining I had to lick my wounds before getting in the vehicle (I'm now 15 minutes behind), (Sorry K8) I get behind the wheel and in an attempt to turn left/West on Speer, an ambulance comes from behind forcing me to awkwardly go straight/turning East. After navigating my way through the One Ways, I finally get back on the right track Invesco. At this point, probably a good 23 minutes behind schedule. (I'm really, really sorry K8) I cant help but think it was someone's way of telling me to leave my hair, outfit and shoes the way it was the first time, don't hover around the morning news as much, and leave the house when you are supposed to because 5 minutes late can quickly turn into 23 minutes late in the blink of an eye.

The good news is the mountains looked killer from the 8th Avenue Bridge this morning. Always a silver lining, right?







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Practice Makes Perfect.

Tonight's lesson:  Blogging Photos 101.  It doesn't sound too terribly productive to be the Teacher and Student on this one, but may the best man win.

Mary and I at Canvas and Cocktails this past weekend.  Please forgive the dazed and foggy looks in our eyes.  We were just overly tired from Amos Lee the night before.  I swear it has nothing to do with the 4 mimosas we consumed prior to and during the painting of these canvases. 

Mobile Schmobile

I remember getting my very first cell phone, and accidentally sending a text to my sister sitting next to me on the sofa. I was so blown away and (for whatever reason) slightly insulted at the idea of sending a text vs just calling the darn person.

Yet here I sit, just having done a happy dance at finally getting my BlogSpot application to work for my iPhone.

Let the blogging begin!


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