a little strong

This is one of the walls in my craft room. It's a little much for most people, but I like it.

My backyard...

is very peaceful.

I just barely stepped out my back door to take this, I really like where I live.

The Killers = The Victim

Brandon Flowers on stage right behind me!!!!!

I know in some circles it isn't "cool" to like "radio music", (that's right Bigger Ben, I'm talkin' about you)  but I don't care. The Killers are my favorite band since New Kids on the Block.

I'm just braggin' here, but look how close we were to the stage. There were only three people between us and the railing.

Seriously, look how close we are!

I might watch to much CSI, because the whole time I just kept thinking, I am covered in other peoples' DNA.   (Is that the right kind of apostrophe on people? Is peoples a word?) The other thing I kept thinking was, I am WAY to old for this. We were standing up for like 5 hours straight. And people kept smashing into me. I swear I had so much body contact with strangers, I think I ought to get checked for an STD. At the very least I must've come away with the swine flu. Doctors would be smart to set up clinics outside venues.

Probably the funniest thing that happened all night was this teenage boy, who was there with his mom, was trying to complain to the security gaurds that the people behind him were swearing and calling him mean words and it was really hurting his feelings. He actually said that he might start crying if they don't start being nicer to him. And he looked like he might start crying. The security gaurd told him, you are at a concert, that kind of behavior is OK.  I couldn't help but want to ridicule him at the same time as feel sorry for him, and his mommy.

Thief

I wasn't lying, I do intend to start blogging again, but we just moved and don't have internet yet.

Right now I'm sitting in the parking lot of my kids school stealing WiFi.

Hopefully we'll get connected soon.

Is she really here?

Today I tried to convince Roxy that she is not real. That after I had Ben, I really wanted a daughter too, so I imagined her. I told her everything about her only exists in my head. Everything;  school, her room, having friends, all of it is only pretend to me. 

She didn't buy it for one second. Instead she made alien sounds and said, "did that sound like something your imagination could have made up?"

I had to concede, it did not.

Is it wrong to try to mess with your kid on such a deep mental level?

I miss you guys....

So I think I might come back when school starts back up. 

I hope you're still there.