Sunday, December 16, 2012

Five Months

This is 11 days late. With each passing month, I find it harder to believe how fast time is passing. I contemplated skipping this months post (mostly due to laziness) and just making it up next month. Then I realized - I am really looking forward to reading back through all of these "Month" posts on our one year anniversary. So although it may be late, it still counts. 

New Orleans: Steeler Challenge: November 2012

Highlights from our fifth month as Bores:

  • We celebrated the start of the month in the Big Easy. I was scheduled to be there for a work conference. Neither of us had ever been there, but have always had a strong desire to go. Mr. B decided to join me so we flew in a few days early to play tourist in the land of Mardi Gras beads, powdered sugar beignets and good ole jazz music. 
  • Friends from Atlanta joined us and together we learned life lessons: Scott should not drink Jameson in high quantities. Kylie should not walk near the Streetcar tracks. We should not let friends hail taxi's when they don't know what they are doing. Blame the maid for everything - it's always her fault. Making friends with hotel managers, may get you a private escort to the rooftop. Multivitamins and Bloody Mary's are survival necessities.
  • Bible study came to an end this month. On our last night, we celebrated with a cookie party. Put a bunch of ladies in a room with sugar and coffee and you'll end up with a whole lot of laughs and high pitches squeals. We had a blast and I can't wait for it to start again in the New Year.   
  • We were invited by Mr. B's colleague, to an evening at the local observatory. After looking through a highly advanced telescope, we felt as if we could join Mr. Armstrong in saying we've walked on the moon. It was awesome.
  • I ate at A&W for the first time this month. We ordered from the car, had our food delivered to the car (too bad she wasn't wearing roller skates) and ate right in the front seat. I felt like I was in the 60's and needed a Drive-In movie screen out the front windshield. 
  • We went out with friends the night before Thanksgiving. We toasted to turkey, danced to country music, and took a taxi ride home in a Ford Probe. Again, we can't party like we used too. 
  • We joined Scott's brother and my sister in law for Thanksgiving at her family's place. While I took a two hour nap, Mr.B joined the family with inappropriate comments and made his brother blush with common cop jokes. We are not for certain we will ever be invited back.
  • My in-laws invited us over for a second Thanksgiving dinner. While we were there, Carol and I trimmed the tree and the boys watched. Typical. 
  • We adopted Nordman Fir Bores during the first weekend of the month - he looses needles every day and may be a Charlie Brown Tree by Christmas.
  • Mr. B helped decorate the tree this year. This was a first. Most years, he strings the lights, adds the star and then I find him sound asleep shortly after. 
  • Our Yellowstone trip is officially booked for next June. Comment One: It is advised to plan your trip after July. More than likely we will be site-seeing in our snow pants. Comment Two: All the baby wildlife should be out for viewing. I am looking forward to a baby Moose. I am hoping for the later of the two comments, but with a little less snow and a little more sunshine.
  • We have finally finished painting the baseboards. The upstairs, at least. We are saving the downstairs until after the holidays. We are still completely door-less upstairs, so if you decide to visit, your privacy may be lacking. We hope to fix that problem in month six. 
  • Scott is becoming more and more obsessed with camera equipment. His entire Christmas List included camera accessories and I now understand why photographers and cinematographers charge so much for their services. It ain't cheap!
  • We went to our Annual Christmas Play with the rest of the Bores crew earlier this month. This year we saw "Miracle on 34th Street" and it was one of our favorites. 
  • Mr. B is wearing his wedding band more and more, but there are some days I still find it sitting on the coffee table, the night stand, or even the living room floor. He blames the dog for distracting him in the morning. 
  • We cancelled our trip to New York City. There were visions of ice skating in Central Park, touring Lady Liberty, and snapping photos in front of the Christmas Tree at Rockefeller Center. Instead, we will be in Pennsylvania for my Grandma's Annual Christmas Party, visiting family and friends, and toasting to good times in trashy Altoona bars. Although, sad about our change of plans, it will be nice to see more friends and more family in the town we fell in love.
  • Mr. B is a scrooge. He refuses to listen to Christmas music until Christmas Eve. I've been listening since November 1st.  
  • In word's of Mr. B, I asked him to sum up his thoughts on month five - "Was it any different than month four? Or was magical. Is that better?" So happy I married a smartass. 

We are half way through my favorite month of the year, celebrating the spirit of Christmas and our six month as Mr. and Mrs. We will have our Annual Seafood Feast at my in-laws on Christmas Eve and then ring in the New Year with my family on the East Coast. It is going to be a month to remember and I am looking forward to making new memories this holiday season.

If you are interested in seeing a little more of our trip to NOLA - I will let the video tell our story. This may be my favorite video to date of Mr. B's. His ideas are blooming and with each new video, he is getting just a little more creative. He is challenging his talent and it's making each new video better than the last. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do:

from Scott Bores on Vimeo.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Meet Nordman Fir

We adopted a seven foot tall evergreen this weekend. We call him Nordman, Nordman Fir Bores.  Nordman has soft, dark green pine needles, that sometimes give off a "snow-like affect" depending on how the light hits the branches. Mr. B noticed him rather quickly upon our arrival, but I continued looking. I needed to get a good look at all the others, before I was ready to make my decision.  After making our rounds, we ended up right back at Nordman.  He was hanging instead of lying, which meant he had the most perfect shape. He had a chubby bottom and a non-crooked branch at the top that would fit our star just right. He would be the perfect addition to our family room this year and bring that last bit of Christmas spirit that we needed.

Welcome to the Bores house, Nordman Fir

Let's backtrack: I met Andrea for a Christmas luncheon Saturday morning. We sipped coffee, enjoyed a tasty lunch, met some wonderful people and listened to a powerful speaker remind us what is important this season. It was inspiring and heart warming. There is no other way to explain it. 

It was 60 degrees outside, but I left feeling in the Christmas spirit. I returned home to a cranky husband and tired dog (they were hiking while was at the luncheon). We had made plans the night before to pick out our tree and I had all intention of sticking to that plan, but Mr. B was trying to convince me to go to the local grocery store to pick it out. It was a closer drive than the nursery and he thought the prices would be a little cheaper. Let's face it, he wasn't feeling the Christmas spirit like I was and was dreaming of a quick return so he could take a nap. I, however, was not going to let my spirit be dampened by choosing our tree at the same place I buy my Christmas dinner. It just didn't seem right. 

I won. So we headed North to the same nursery that we stumbled upon last year. They have the best selection of trees. They hang most of their trees from trellis' overhead so they maintain their perfect shape. Their employees are professionals - if you have any concerns about the evergreen you plan to bring in your house, they know the answer. Once you pick your tree, they trim the bottom and load it in your vehicle. You don't have to lift a finger. They invite Santa and his reindeer to fly in from the North Pole and offer hot cocoa and apple cider to their guests. With the Christmas jingles playing in the background, it makes for one heck of a Christmas-tree-picking-experience and I look forward to it every year. Earlier in the day, during the heat of our christmas-tree-location argument, I believe Mr. B may have, in so may words, called me childish for wanting to see the reindeer. I think he forgot I am a child at heart. I love all things Christmas, including reindeer. Even if they are really called Caribou every other month of the year. 
The Tree "Farm"

I said, "You are one of the best Santa's I've ever seen." He said, "Bless you child."

Meet Vixen

Nordman arrived home in the bed of Scott's pickup and was carried inside to be placed right in the center of our big bay window. Mr. B turned on some Christmas tunes, while I carried up bins from the basement full of lights and ornaments. He set up his camera and we got to work. In year's past Scott has helped string the lights and then suddenly I find him sound asleep on the couch, leaving me to decorate by myself. This year he had visions of creating a Christmas Tree time-lapse and stayed awake until every last ornament was placed on Nordmans weak branches. 

Our North Star 

A Christmas Kiss

Decking the Halls

Our tree skirt: I hope gets passed through the generations.

Always a special ornament.

A little gift my sister gave me when I moved. It's always a favorite on the tree.

Hope each of you are enjoying the spirit of Christmas. I have been listening to Elvis' Classic Christmas Album for 2 weeks now. It reminds me of family Christmas' spent in California years ago and my Dad singing Blue Christmas, as if he were Elvis himself. I love these small reminders of Christmas times passed, and look forward to making many more memories this season. We are off to a good start. 

Grab your slippers and do a little dance around your Christmas tree. Hope you enjoy this sweet video made by the Mr. as much as I do.

Rockin the Christmas Tree
from Scott Bores on Vimeo.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Thankful Jar 2012

It has been a few weeks since I've written. In addition to having writers block, things have been busy around here. Scott has been asking me on a daily basis when I am going to blog again. He is an engineer by day and a movie maker by night. When I started blogging on a regular basis a few months ago, he started making videos of the same adventures I was writing about. And now we've agreed that we make a good team of documenting our stories. I write about them and he captures them on film. It's a good gig, but when one person starts to slack, the other one gets mad. I've been the slacker lately.

With marriage comes traditions. With holidays comes even more traditions. Together we've loved sharing and learning about each of the family traditions our parents instilled in us, but with only having half of our family here, we've enjoyed creating some of our very own. Last year, during the month of November, we'd crawl into bed and say one thing we were thankful for before we drifted off to sleep. This year I wanted to do something a little different. I wanted to do something that we would remember. Being intentional is usually the start of traditions. So I went to the basement, sifted through some of our wedding boxes and found an old blue mason jar. I grabbed my scrapbook box and put together a crafty little tag that said "Thankful Jar" and taped it to the jar itself. I cut a bunch of paper into strips, found a sharpie marker, and set it all on our fireplace mantel. This year, not only were we going to say something we were thankful for, but we were going to write each one down individually and put it in the jar. The exciting part, we weren't going to share them with each other until Thanksgiving Day. 

Our Thanksgiving Day was jammed packed with long drives, turkey, family, new friends, football, pie, black friday flyers and moscow mules, so we decided to wait until the following day to read them. Once I returned with shopping bags in hand, we dumped the jar out on the living room floor.  We picked up each piece of paper one by one and read aloud what was written down. Some were the generic:  our marriage, our family, our friends, our health, our jobs, our dog. Others were a little more unique:  cheese, sunsets over the mountains, donut fridays, dog groomers, tools, phone calls from family, going new places together, friends that drive 8 hours to spend 36 hours with you, my blog, and Ellen. Almost every one we opened left us with a reaction - we laughed, we awed, we smooched, and we expressed extra gratitude throughout the whole experience.

This is definitely a tradition that will be sticking around for a long time in the Bores household. For now, the jar will be packed away until next November. 

On a final note, I am thankful to have married such a creative husband. Enjoy this sweet little video:

The Thankful Jar
from Scott Bores on Vimeo.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Four Months

Happy F:O:U:R months Mr. B! Can you believe it has been 4 sweet months since we were dancing away with our family and friends and celebrating our wedded bliss? I never want our celebration to end. And as tradition holds, here is a recap of our last month. 

  • I am currently 8 months away from completing my Invisalign treatment and will hopefully have straight teeth again. However, if I continue leaving my "teeth" wrapped up in a napkin at restaurants, like I did this month, I might have an additional 8 months added to that treatment plan. I blamed Mr. B of course, because it was his idea to stop for a beer and appetizer. 
  • We went to the pumpkin patch earlier this month and picked out two very large pumpkins. I carved mine, Mr. B didn't. He broke tradition.
At the Pumpkin Patch

  • We had our annual Bores Birthday Celebration this month. Each of us is a "Summer Baby" except for Scott and we've learned it's easier to celebrate our birthdays all at once instead of trying to find time in our schedules to meet 5 various times in a 3 month period. Then again, that would mean 5 separate birthday cakes - maybe we are doing this all wrong. Although, this year my mother-in-law made her famous heath-bar cake with the candle numbers "241" sunk into the icing. That number symbolizes the amount of years we've all lived to-date. I loved that and now know where Mr. B gets his creativity!
Fun, huh?

  • Mr B ordered birthday gifts for his dad and brother on Amazon this month. He got suckered into the Amazon Prime promotion for free shipping and decided one night while I was at bible study that he needed to make the best use of that free shipping. So he ordered a pull up bar and stretch bands to finally start the P90X he's had sitting around for 2 years. He now is testing his strength with Tony Horton every night and hopes to have pectoral muscles in 90 days. Does this mean I have to start working out now?
  • We have been discussing our 2013 vacations and I have finally agreed to do the drive to Yellowstone National Park. The rest of the Bores have been there and it's time I join the club. Old Faithful, here I come! Mr. B, I am going to apologize to you in advance for being a terrible passenger on the 10 hour drive. 
  • Monty celebrated his third birthday this month. I bought him a dog bed that cost way too much money. It's made with some heavy canvas material. It has a removable and washable cover and pillow. It has a lifetime guarantee. And guess what, the damn dog chewed the corner off this weekend. It was the first time I yelled louder than Mr B.
  • We joined Jo and Trevor at their neighbors annual Halloween party this month. Three of us girls planned our costumes weeks in advance. Scott planned his 3 hours before the party. He gathered a sombrero, a ladies scarf and a Buzz Lightyear pinata (they were out of the traditional Donkeys) and shaved off his beard to leave a creepy mustache. I went as a taco sauce from Taco Bell and he was my Mexican Owner. We had a little too much to drink, but boy did we have fun. 
Happy Halloween 2012

  • We had our first snow this month. Since I've moved here, we've had a snow storm every single October. It never fails. Maybe it's time to move back?
First Snow 10/25/2012

  • Mr B took me on a date this month. He knows I love burgers, so he took me to a place called Stuft. It's a "build it yourself (BIY)" burger kind of place and it's now my new favorite restaurant. We both enjoyed a BIY burger on a warm glazed donut. Yes a donut and it was AWESOME. Thanks for always introducing me to new places, Mr B. I love you for that. 
  • I had two friends this month send me colorful leaves from Pennsylvania. One was in an envelope, where I chose my favorites and have them preserving in book pages. The other was an entire box full of leaves. I imagine my friend, Ashley, raked a pile of leaves for her son and then made him help her transfer them from the cool Pennsylvania ground into a nice box to be taken to UPS. That "pile" of leaves destroyed my living room, but the dog and I had a blast!
Pile of Pennsylvania Leaves

  • I found one of my new favorite bloggers on Pinterest last week and spent too many hours reorganizing my "boards" to match hers. It wasn't the best way to spend my time, but in the process I found several DIY projects I had forgotten about that will keep Mr. B busy throughout the Winter. I love that I married a handyman.
  • The first DIY project of the season was a photo gallery wall. Mr. B is a stickler for straight lines and may have swore a time or two in the process, but give your husband a coffee mixed with a little Jameson and you'll never hear them complain. Wife Lesson #1.
Told ya it looked good :)

  • I ordered the wedding canvas earlier in the week, but haven't even begun to work on my wedding album. Is there a time limit on that?
  • Our house was built in the 90's and its lined with honey oak wood in every direction. It dates our house the second you step in the front door. I have been begging Mr. B to let me paint the baseboards for a little over a year now and I finally got him to agree. He removed almost all of the baseboards from the upstairs on Saturday night and I spent all day Sunday painting. I regretted it the second I realized how time consuming this was going to be, but I am already falling in love with the progress. Thank you for finally listening to your wife, Mr. B. A happy wife, means a happy life, right?
The Start of Crisp White Trim

  • I started listening to Christmas music on November 1st. The hubby thinks I am a month to early. 
  • Mr B finally joined "GrahamCracker" [AKA Instagram]. He did it to stalk my photos, but now he is finally adding some of his own. Welcome to the addiction club.
  • I think we've decided to head to the land of country music for our one year anniversary - Nashville. Neither of us have been there, we both love country music, and I am not going to lie, I really want to see my husband in tight jeans, cowboy boots and a hat. More than likely, he won't participate and I will be wandering the streets of Nashville, drooling over country men. 
  • I started a new marriage tradition this month. I found an old mason jar that we used at our wedding, created a label and named it our "Thankful Jar". Each day we are writing something we are thankful for and putting it in the jar (without sharing with one another). At the end of the month, we will empty the jar and read them together. Mr B, I am thankful for you each and every day.

  • This month Hurricane Sandy rocked the East Coast - a place where my heart still lives. Best said from a favorite blogger"Ultimately, I know we are once again going to be impressed with the resilience of NYC and surrounding areas because they overcome...that's what they do.  But they need help." You can help! We donated to the RedCross and the Humane Society (They are working to rescue animals that were left behind to provide shelter for them). 
  • Text HUMANE to 80888 to quickly and easily donate $10 to the Humane Society.  
  • Text REDCROSS to 90999 to quickly and easily donate $10 to the Red Cross. 

This time change has my internal clock a little off. I was wide awake at 6:00AM this morning, laying in bed surfing facebook and looking at Instagram. I finally arose when Scott's alarm went off and when I remembered the date, I yelled loudly from the bathroom, "Guess what - today, we have been married for 4 months!" Sleepy boy shouted back, "This calls for a celebration. If we can make it 4 months, we can make it through anything."  Our 4 month celebration this month will take place later this week in New Orleans. We are both NOLA virgins and cannot wait to enjoy some good cajun food and explore the French Quarter. Plus, we have friends from Atlanta driving to meet us. Call them crazy, but we are counting the minutes until we are reunited - Steeler Nation Style :)

We are off to begin month five in one of my favorite months of the year - the month that kicks off the holidays. 

I love you Mr B - more than I did four months ago.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012


I don't usually say much in my bible study class, but last week Andrea called on me. Similar to a teacher calling on that one student who refuses to make eye-contact. 

Throughout our workbook, there are questions listed in the outer columns asking personal questions. Essentially, making you think about the bible and relating it to your own life experiences. That particular week, we were discussing the six attributes of the Holy Spirit [wisdom, understanding, counsel, might, knowledge and fear] and she asked me to share how the Holy Spirit has recently made Himself known in my life through one of those attributes. I wasn't prepared to answer the question, but I knew what I was thinking. The attribute I was feeling most was fear. I am afraid I don't go to church enough. Afraid I don't talk about God ever, let alone often. Afraid I don't have a strong relationship with God. Afraid faith isn't part of my marriage. Afraid my husband isn't a believer. I had a whirlwind of emotions hit me all at once and I started to cry. 

That night I came home and typed. I have always been better at letting go of my emotions when I write them. I opened a blank email and wrote a prayer. I asked God to fill me with the Holy Spirit. I want to better my relationship with God. I want to go to church more often. I want God to be a part of my life. I want faith to be a part of our marriage. I want the wisdom to make Scott a believer. Encouraging him to have a relationship with someone that isn't tangible is hard - I get that. So I am praying for his faith. 

Ironically, a good friend of mine sent me an email this past Monday. The subject line was blank, but when I opened it, it included three short prayers. Turns out, she subscribes to a woman's calendar online and each day it shares a prayer - the Power of a Praying Wife. She knows I am participating in a bible study, but I hadn't had the opportunity to share last week's experience with her. Yet, each prayer listed was related to faith and marriage. Her email had come at the most appropriate time.

If this bible study is teaching me anything, it's teaching me how to pray. One of the girls in the class this week shared a comment that really resonated with me. She was raised Catholic, like me. She grew up going to Sunday mass - the motions of sitting, standing, and kneeling. She would pray the rosary - the repetition of Glory Be's, Hail Mary's and Our Father's. Yet, never learned to talk aloud to God. I never did either. I grew up believing I knew how to pray, but in reality I wasn't actually getting much out of my relationship with God. I wasn't having a conversation with him. Now, after all those years, it makes it difficult to change those routines and experience a new type of prayer. Although, since the passing of my loved ones, I have found it easier to talk with them - sharing things going on in my life, thanking them for their comfort, and asking them for guidance. It might sound silly, but that ease of communication is helping me shift gears and have that same approach when I talk with God. I am practicing and it's actually beginning to feel less awkward and more comfortable. 

Plus, I've asked my friend to continue sharing her daily marriage prayers with me, with hopes of adding them to my spiritual conversations.

Bible study is good. I am totally digging it and friends that help you along the way, without even knowing it, are just an added bonus. 

Goodnight, friends. I believe Mr. B and I will be waking up to our first snowfall tomorrow morning. Goodbye Fall, Hello Winter. 

Monty - October 24, 2012 - First Snow

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Pumpkin Patch 2012

We pulled up to the pumpkin patch yesterday and I said to Scott, "Oh my gosh, why are there so many cars here?" He said, "Well, it's two weeks before Halloween, everyone else has the same idea as you."

Families of all ages were running around, pulling their wagons, and choosing their pumpkins. Tigges Farm was the place to be yesterday and I was happy we were joining the Fall fun. Mr. B may have felt differently.

Mr. B's Dream Truck

Rows and rows of corn husks lined the background, the sun was warm, and the breeze was cool. Scott pulled the wagon, while we walked up and down each path of the patch. Joining the crowd and saying "How about this one..." every few minutes. Along the way we filled the wagon with our favorites. Mr. B was on the hunt for a tall and skinny pumpkin, while I was hunting a round and wrinkly one.

Mr. B thinks I need a Bow and Arrow to go with my Hat
The Patch
Mr. B - The Wagon Puller

We walked away with two heavy pumpkins, two tiny white pumpkins, and a bag full of gourds. Have I mentioned, I love me some white pumpkins? If I haven't, well I am letting you know I could have easily taken home this entire basket of white goodiness and set them in every room of my house. But I didn't. Somehow I had enough self control to only take two. Maybe because I was using the husband's wallet to pay.

All the Fall fun made Mr. B a little sleepy. Upon arrival home, he quickly found the couch and cheered for Penn State, while I went searching for brown packing paper. To my surprise I found some in the garage, laid it out on the dining room table, grabbed a handful of knives and dug into my pumpkin.

During a commercial, I excitedly asked Mr. B to let me borrow his drill and paddle bits [For the record, I had no idea that’s what they were called, but he was quick to inform me].  Mr. B had to teach me how to change the drill bits out almost 15 times, but once I finally got the hang of it, I was “Drill Happy.” I saw an idea on Pinterest several months ago and knew it would be my carving alternative this year. His drill made all of my holey pumpkin dreams come true!

Can't have a post without Monty making an appearance ;)

With all of the leftover pumpkin guts, we roasted pumpkin seeds.  I ate a handful and gave the rest to the husband. I love EVERYTHING fall, except for pumpkin seeds, so Mr. B scarfed down the rest.

We both enjoyed the pumpkin patch, but decided next year we will go a little earlier in the season, when the selection is better. And maybe we will go on a weekday, when we don’t have to fight with parents of screaming children for a wagon. 

Happy Halloween, y'all.

Here are a few others things we are enjoying this season:

Hand-Made Spooky Ghosts Hanging in the Bores House
Pink Skies
Bur Oak Acorns

Monday, October 15, 2012

Pennsylvania Leaves

I received the most thoughtful letter in the mail today from an old friend. A friend who I shared many years of my childhood with, a friend who was basically another sister to me, a friend who loved the spice girls, a friend who had older sisters that we looked up to, a friend who made the best frozen pancakes on Saturday mornings, a friend whose Dad taught us how to fish, a friend who made me watch scary movies, a friend who raced me in go-karts in the Tyrone school parking lot, and a friend that after all these years, thought to send me an envelope full of fall leaves from home. 

Mostly deep reds and soft oranges - the two colors I miss most. They had a little wear from 1,500 mile trip, but they were crisp and smelled just like fall. 

Pennsylvania Fall Leaves 2012
My very own pile of Pennsylvania Leaves :)

Her Dad moved to Texas several years ago and she sends him leaves every year to give him a taste of the season he's missing. And after reading one of my recent blogs about our leafing adventure, she thought she would do the same for me

Small, thoughtful things like this encourage me to be a better friend - to strengthen and nurture the relationships I have, re-engage with old friends I haven't talked to in years, and try my best to be open minded and make new friends along the way. 

Thank you Bri, from my bottom of my heart. This has made my day, my week - heck maybe even, my season. I miss you dearly. 

While I am breathing in the scent of home, I am sending you lots of love and energy from the Rockies. xo.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Last Camping Trip: Peaceful Valley

It is 38 degrees outside. The wind is growling between the trees. The windows are frosty. The sky is gray. The grass is covered with a dusting of snow.  

My view from the camper window

My in-laws joined us for the weekend which is the main reason I am here. Otherwise, I would probably be in the comfort of my home sitting near the fireplace.

Our canvas beds shook all night long from the whipping wind. Condensation droplets showered my face every half hour throughout the night. We were covered with five warm blankets and wore winter hats to bed. We may have had one too many glasses of wine the night before and woke with splitting headaches. The first words out my mouth when I opened my eyes were: “Let’s go home!”

Despite my cranky attitude when I awoke this morning, the day isn't turning out to be so bad. The four of us are dressed in sweatpants, flannels, hats and socks, and bundled up inside my in-law's very spacious camper. College football radio is playing in the background. Toby is curled up on Carol’s lap and Monty is sprawled out on the floor. Carol is playing cards at the dinette, Mr. B is napping on the couch, Fred is reclined in the chair reading his kindle and I am reclined in the other chair, typing away. 

Things I am enjoying this weekend:

My Husbands Photography Skills

Story Time Around the Campfire

Pumpkin French Toast

My Boys

Playing Dress Up with Monty

Learning New Card Games - Hand and Foot

Hot Cocoa and Blog Writing

Although this is only our second camping trip that we have spent more time inside than outside – we've enjoyed good company and the weekend getaway to the mountains.

We will write in our camping journal for the last time this season, unpack our belongings and store the camper for the next 6 months. It will be nice to begin our winter routine with weekends at home, but I know Mr. B is already counting down the weeks until camping season begins again next April.

All in all this season was a success.  The camper saw 9 destinations, three national parks and three states. I suppose it’s a challenge to beat that next year – Bring It On.

Happy Campers

One last thing, turn up your volume and watch this very cool time lapse created by Mr. B. 

Peaceful Valley
from Scott Bores on Vimeo.

Alanis Morissette

"Isn't it ironic, don't you think. It's like rain on your wedding day. It's a free ride, when you've already paid. It's the good advice that you just didn't take. Who would have thought, it figures."

I could go on singing word for word, a hundred times over, but I won't. Just imagine me jumping up and down in my office, in my PJ pants, jamming out.

In the 90’s, Mr. B was a huge fan of Alanis Morissette. He owns most of her cd's and knows the words to every song, from her Jagged Little Pill album. When I received the Ticketmaster email in August, informing me that she was coming to Denver, I thought it would be a fun date night for the two of us. I am not sure the experience was fun, rather interesting instead.

She played at the Paramount Theatre in Denver - the only local theatre from the 1930's to maintain its original dignity and glamour. It's unique and beautiful. 

Street View

Her white-boy rapper husband, Souleye, opened for her. As soon as he began, I looked at Mr. B and asked if we could leave. I am not sure I would consider Eminem a good rapper, but this guy was ten times worse. He sang more than enough songs and ran back and forth on the stage showcasing his lack of dance moves. It was terrible.

When he finally left the stage, we waited 40 minutes for Alanis Morissette. She came running out in stylish green jeans, a black shirt and booties. She is short in real life – I am talking like under 5 foot kind of short. She is a little weird and she has very little rhythm. But she has incredible vocals and her live voice is identical to her her studio voice. 

Surprisingly, every other song was one of her old hits. She must realize she was a one-album-wonder and knew that's what half of her fans wanted to hear. Ironic was third on the set list. One hand in my pocket was part of her acoustic set list. And Head Over Feet was her encore. We sang along to her old tunes and swayed back and forth to her new ones. All the while, watching the middle aged couple in front of us, blow in each others ears and display an awkward amount of public affection. 

Meet Alanis

Acoustic Set

I can't say we will be buying tickets the next time she is in town, but it was fun singing Ironic live, with the singer herself. Plus, we drank a beer together and smiled walking out the door. 

Mr. and Mrs.

I've got one hand in my pocket and the other is giving a peace sign. 

Mrs. B

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Monty Turns Three

Our curly haired boy has a birthday today. According to dog years, he said goodbye to his teens and welcomed his twenties. In human years, he turned three. 


We celebrate this day every year. Mr. B pretends to not enjoy it, but in reality, he does. 

Yesterday, we picked up Monty's "birthday cake" from our local dog shop. A peanut-butter dog bone drizzled with yogurt where the bakery is even kind enough to poke a hole in the bone and give you a candle. 

Doggie Cake [Made by Doggie Dips & Chips]

Shortly after, we found ourselves at two different pet stores buying antlers for chewing, a greasy pigs ear for more chewing, biscuits for treats, a stuffed hedgehog, a Frankenstein ball, and a big red stuffed dog. It just so happened to be dog adoption day at Petsmart yesterday. There were breeds of all kinds, tails wagging, and adoption bandannas tied around each of their necks - we made our rounds to pet them all. Although sad, we couldn't bring them with us, we are hopeful for their future families and happy to have one cute boy of our own to spoil year after year. 

Toys and Treats [spoiled]

Arriving home, Monty could smell the goodies we had, so Scott stuffed each and every one inside a paper bag. We knew the toys wouldn't last, but that's half the fun. Monty enjoyed tearing them apart, finding the squeaker, and leaving pieces of stuffing lying all over the floor.

So Obedient

Digging for Toys

A happy dog and a happy Mama

"Look what I did!"

Proud of His Mess

Hiding Among the Evidence

Happy Birthday Monty-Goose. We love you dearly and couldn't imagine our family without your spunk, your quirks, and gentle personality. Now, if you would only learn to sleep in your bed instead of sharing one with us, big boy :)

Lots of Love,
Your Owners
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