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...seriously, if I could talk to you, Lady Gaga, first of all I would call you by your real name. Life isn't a big virtual reality video game where you can choose a screen name. We should have something to call you that doesn't make us giggle or want to puke. Secondly, I would scold you for admitting to a national publication that you intend on doing drugs again to boost your creativity!!!!

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Just ten days til our wedding. I get asked all of the time..."how are you? are you nervous?" There's actually never been a point in my life when I've felt more calm.I just have to remember to pack everything in the car when we leave for the wedding...there will be no just running home...the wedding is in rural Lincoln County. LOLI think everything will be just fine.Check out our wedding website

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I have exactly one month from today until our wedding! Just about everything is done from here on out....there are last minute things. I think you never really count on how much money you could be spending on those last minute things. I'm sure nothing will be perfect and I'm trying hard NOT to become bridezilla but there are some things that are bothering me. Like the RSVP....I gave my guests

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I am about five weeks away from being married and the wedding stress has officially turned me crazy. Nuttier than a squirrel....I feel like...well, not myself! Things are coming together but it's killing me. Is this normal? I'm hoping that someone will post that it is.

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I love the Fourth of July! I love to see the stores with red, white and blue decorations, t-shirts, the bbq displays, an abundance of hot dog buns on the store shelves....it means we're getting ready to really have a good time, we're getting ready to party. I had no idea what was in store for me the evening of July 4th, 2008. I had spent the day on top of the Peak vehicle (sister radio station

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"Are we there yet?", didn't hear that....."I'm tired!", didn't hear that either.Over the weekend my seven year old and I went on an 11 mile bike ride in 95 degree heat. We rode down to Springs Spree, a local park festival, because I had to work for the station on Saturday. Anyway, with parking being difficult we decided to make a day of it and brave it on the bikes. Chad picked us up in the truck

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When did people start running late to everything? I say this as some jerk sat behind me fuming at the fact I was in the right lane AND obeying the construction zone speed limit. He was swerving back and worth, right on my bumper and jamming his fist on his steering wheel. As if this action was like a magic button that would make the old lady in front of him step on it.With all of the convenience

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Back from a wonderful vacation to the Ozarks, I did NOT want to leave. Our family packed the car like gypsies and headed East last week to Branson, Missouri. My aunt has a home there and invited us to come and stay. The winding hills, lush green trees and grass and cold, clear streams and waterways were unbelievable!! It was incrediably pleasant. The weather was gorgeous too. It was a

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..actually, if you live in Colorado you know that's not true but rather wishful thinking. It's finally getting warmer! Today, it's going to be sunny and 67 and it doesn't get much better than that. I will, at last, put my tomato and pepper plants in the ground. I will walk barefooted in my grass, I will soak up the sun on recession beach.....(uh, my deck) and enjoy it, that is until next week

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There's nothing better than putting a big hunk of meat in a big pot add a few ingredients and let it cook. Coming home to the smell of crock pot wonder is a wonder in itself. If you don't have a slow cooker, you should really consider getting one. Here's why, it took me about four minutes to assemble a complete dinner for my family of three tonight. Roast, two cups of broth, three onions,

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Oh, boy. Oh boy. I just wanted a chocolate cake for my wedding with chocolate icing....not traditional, I know but I don't care for cake much to start with so there has to be something to hook me. This was met with some opposition. In the end we decided it wasn't worth having words over, however I just have to draw the line at eating YEAR old cake (YUCK) on our one year anniversary. That's

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You'll remember the song if you ever saw "The Sound of Music", I recently thought, what would my favorite things be...? We all have things we love and here are a few and why.Spring grass right after a rain on bare feet, the smell of coffee in the morning and of course it always tastes better in a chair on the porch watching the sunrise. I love bluegrass music for its simplicity and tradition. I

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...I heard this come out of the mouth of my sassy seven year old daughter. When her grandmother visits it's always cookies and ice cream at every meal. I'm totally surprised dessert hasn't been introduced at BREAKFAST for heaven's sake. So when Grandma leaves there are tears and complaints of NOT wanting to eat the meal I've prepared for the family. I am NOT a short order cook. I do NOT believe

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Call me old fashioned! I can take it.It's ok.I don't claim to be hip and cool anyway, after all I have a daughter I'll need to embarass soon as she becomes a teen.So the grandmother (not my Mother) is visiting and took my "little" who is seven, to get a manicure...fun, plain girl fun right? Well, they came home to present their beautiful hands....Grandma wearing ballerina pink and grandCHILD

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...well, not the big wedding day but my birthday....which is Wed. March 17th.I look forward to it now more than I ever have in my life. This is why...Thursday, March 23rd, 2006 I spent a week in the pulmonary intensive care unit on oxygen and coumadin following a diagnosis of pulmonary emboli or blood clots in the lung. I've blogged about this before but I re-visit it to stay thankful! I've

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By now if you follow my blog or just read it from time to time, you know my boyfriend Chad--now Fiance Chad and I spend a lot of weekends on the farm. His parents operate a large cattle ranch in Eastern Colorado, Lincoln county, and that's the next one over to the East of us here in El Paso County.This past weekend, my little seven year old girl helped her soon-to-be cousins with branding the

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"Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear, or a fool from any direction". Don't know who said that but it's good advice. Speaking of bull, we'll be seeing them from the front, the rear and every direction. Saturday will be spent at the La Junta Livestock Sales Arena for the Reid Bull Sale. The Reids will soon be my relatives. If you've never seen a livestock auction it's

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I'm no spring chicken! I was married before but I'm excited about tying the knot with Boyfriend Chad or uh, now Fiance Chad!Chad's never been married. So we're doing the big wedding. I actually like the idea of it because I never had much family. He's related to half the county and I think he's inviting them all. Yep, all of 'em. I jokingly refer to them as the "Kennedys of Cattle", mostly

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...ok, so that's just...well, dorky but the story is very sweet.We spent the weekend at Fiance Chad's family's ranch. They have cattle and sheep and they're having babies now. So the gigantic Lincoln county maternity ward has sickness like any other.Sunday morning a tiny lamb was brought in from the cold, weak, small and not doing well. We put her near the stove in a box and allowed her to warm

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...the call in the middle of the night that most of us have received."Mom......I don't feel well!", "I'm sick". My little girl is seven and has been very healthy all of her life so this is frightening. I stayed home from work because it is ME and only me who can take her to the military medical care facilty to which we are assigned. It ended up being stomach flu and after a day of gatorade, rest

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...and her name is VISTA!So Fiance Chad brought home a new computer and monitor, a much bigger monitor! This should be a good thing. Unfortunately, it wasn't. Windows Vista OS was such a disappointment and frustration it caused us to fight...really fight. I'm the webmast for KVOR so I need to be able to task that computer to do many things at once at fast speeds. I thought I had stepped into my

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After taking some time off for injuries and various other excuses, I'm back to running. I bought a new pair of running shoes yesterday and took off for the Y. The first three-tenths of a mile came easy and then....not so much. I had friends and family offer some great advice on training...thank you very much. I'll keep you posted on my success!

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So it just seemed like yesterday she was born. You'll hear moms say this time and time again when it comes to the Birthday of their littles. Hannah Elise will turn 7 this weekend! I cannot believe how time flies. When older people say this to you when you're little, you think it will never come. Time does not fly when you are a child. It stands still. Maybe it's when our worlds get bigger that it

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Jim Arthur often asks me when I'm doing the traffic in the morning...Anne Boswell, what are you planning for the weekend?I usually respond that I plan NOT to plan. Weekends are usually are catch up for errands, chores, cleaning, organizing etc. I usually go into Hannah's room and proclaim that I cannot find the floor which turns into a whole morining of "now, why are we keeping this?" LOL.

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So it's back to normality for a lot of us. What I mean is...time to take down the tree and put it all away until next year. A lot of folks make new year's resolutions. I have before but I now look at it this way. If you need a starting point to do something differently in your life, fine, use it. Make a new year's resolution. But if there's something you want to change, change it any time of

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I couldn't be happier. I never thought planning a major event like a wedding, much less my own, could be so thrilling.Saturday, September 4th in Lincoln county, Colorado I will marry my best friend, Chad Taylor. I was able to reserve the reception location today, talk to a few people about music, get my bride's maids to say yes and I choose my color palate. I selected chocolate brown and green

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I said yes to a question I had not really expected. Well, OK, I had an idea it was coming soon but didn't know it would be now. Boyfriend Chad asked me to marry him and gave me a ring on Christmas Eve! He presented me with a gift. I opened it and it was a photo frame...."uh, huh, I thought....so....". He then explained that we would need a photo of us to go in the frame...because I would be

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Look in the stores and while you're still donning your shorts and flip flops, you'll find Christmas trees. It's almost Christmas in July anymore.The commercialization of the holidays is only getting worse. The season is bombarded with pressure to do more. Cards, parties, letters, photos, decorating....obligations galore. I remember a Christmas when we waited until Christmas Eve to decorate the

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This past week there was another news story about another toy recall. It's a little toy hamster that is realistic...like a real animal! You can play with it and it jumps around in an interactive manner. Something about it is poisonous! Funny, I was thinking our way of thinking has become a little well, ok, not poisionous but definately bent. What is wrong with getting the child a real animal?

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I read something interesting today. A large number of people under the age of 30 are angry. I thought it was a strong word to use. I don't feel like I can recall more than a few times in my life when I was "angry". Mad? Yes. Disappointed? Certainly! But "Angry" is a word my family didn't use much. For us, it always conjured up feelings of angst. If you were "angry", you were out of

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Our family is dealing with a new kitten. awhhh he's so cute. Yep, he's that....awh he's so soft....yep, Oscar is a very soft little being but I had forgotten what sleepless nights feel like. It HAS been awhile since my little was waking me every two hours for the overnight feedings. Oscar is a little handful and frankly we're worried about the Christmas tree this year. He's probably going to

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"what did the President say in his speech today", I asked my little girl, who is six and in the first grade. "Uh, he said boys are stupid and sometimes girls are too and we're supposed NOT be stupid!" she replied happily."Are you sure that's what he said?" I inquired.....She answers "well, no he also said to behave so your teacher doesn't pull a card and call your mom!" This is how they

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"You are SO in trouble" never gathered many an admiring.....glance as it did from one country boy to another. Like when one goes into a bar to have a drink with his cousins and imagines that his girl will throw a fit. Well, I didn't but I did figure something out.I made an astonishing discovery this weekend. Men and boys and guys and all creatures born of the male gender from the country LIKE to

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I noticed today how musical a storm can be. The curtains sway flapping against the wall as the winds pick up. You hear a rumble in the background. It begins very slowly. The rain comes down with a gentle drip drop, drip drop and starts to build...DRIP DROP DRIP DROP...whooosh Crackle, boom! I really missed these storms. It seems as though Colorado hasn't had the really big ones like the place in

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If you are like many of us, you've decided to stay home this year. Despite some great travel deals to somewhere tropical, it's just NOT in the budget. Hello.That's me!I spent the afternoon at what I like to call "Recession Beach", or uh, the backyard. The deck is my pretend sandy beach. I have a lounger there where I can lay back and close my eyes to relax. Except the slobbery ball that's

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Maybe it's the mom in me, the mom of a pretty, little six-year-old girl. I know she's growing up but I'm not sure she should do it too quickly. So when I got a telephone call I thought of her. Ok, I'll explain.I got a call from a girlfriend of mine with a plea for help. She thought she should let her 10 year old girl keep a social networking account. I think it was My Space or something like

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Look at the picture above. That's Taffy Taylor, a former rodeo star, and a formidable cow horse on the Nelson and Sandy Taylor ranch. She carried Chad's little sis Wendy on her back for many rodeos in Lincoln County, Colorado. Chad is walking her around some barrels and she's resisting the walk. She'd much rather RUN!If you translated her age to human years she'd be eligible for social security.

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If you ever really want to experience real fourth of July fun, get yourself to a town so small there's not even a stoplight.I spent the holiday weekend with my Boyfriend Chad and his family in the small Lincoln County town of Karval. It's the kind of place where you can visit the local cafe or Calf-A as it's called in this rural farming and ranching community...come here and you'll find old men

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Things that bring you great joy will also bring you great pain. Not sure if Confucious say ...the Chinese Philosopher. But today, I hurt.I hurt from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.I hurt inside and out.Yesterday, I got trapped or stuck maybe a better word to tone down the possible sensationalism there. We were going to ride to round up a few of Chad's father's cows. I could see it

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...or not! We might never get to that point."Please sweetie....Jaaaaaaaake, Dillion....be good boys while mommy shops""NO!"I'm hearing this dialogue while shopping a common sale at a popular department store.This is the point where I woulda popped the kid on the backside. I don't tolerate disrespect, especially out of kids old enough to know better.Let's return to what's happening now..."

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The following is a poem inspired a couple of years ago around the time of Father's Day. My father is no longer with us. For all who honor Dad, spend time with him on his special day, or just remember him, I hope you enjoy this!The "Whys" of a four year old took me by surprise today.She was about to ask one of me and I didn't know what to say."Why" Mommy, "Why do balloons go up up up in the sky?"

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But he doesn't WANT to wear a leash...." (whine) But this is the country...... (more whine)Rules are important! Especially when they concern health and safety.I love to hike in Palmer Park with my dog, but I hate to come around the corner NOT knowing what I'm gonna find.This week it was an off leash Pit Bull/boxer (I think) mix that ran upon us....ok, he was probably going to say hello but Zeus

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lick lick lick......followed by a big SIGH of DISCONTENT and disgust!Oh, get your dirty mind out of the toilet.It's not like I did it to him...my cat! He's very fat and fluffy now so he has more real estate to clean. Last night he gets up on the bed and begins the task. Jingle Jingle (his tag) lick lick lick.......huh.....I get a "look". Really? Really Charlie, it's not like you didn't ask for

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I will be the first to tell you that most times, children are trying. I nicknamed my little "220 Volt" due to the amount of energy she puts out. She's never still so I wasn't really surprised when she wanted to tag along on a hike with the dog yesterday....I WAS surprised, however, that she turned down spending time with grandma, who had JUST arrived to come along.She joyfully skipped alongside

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It's what you expect. I mean I DID wait until the END of the month to renew my plates and get my new sticker at the DMV. I'm not alone to tell you I procrastinate in renewing my license plates each year. It's just not a good use of time. And it usually is painful, slow and customer service?...uh, think again. I felt like I'd stepped into a movie, a Disney movie, when I walked through the door

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ahhhhhh the wonderful Wendy set me up with a blog so I've got some catching you up to do. I'll start with one of my favorite stories and memories of all times, it's from last fall but worth sharing again.....September 2008I spent the weekend with Boyfriend Chad on his family's farm in Lincoln County, Colorado. I got to take part in the process that lands that juicy steak on your plate at Texas

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