Saturday, November 29, 2008


This afternoon as we were unpacking from our trip we discovered something very very bad. Gracie's mommy blanket is missing. Mommy blanket is her lovey. It was my blanket growing up, thus the name "mommy blanket". It has been reworked with a new backing and new ties but the original fabric is on the top. It is faded, worn, and truly beloved. And now it's gone.

I called our timeshare right away and told them the situation. Unfortunately I called 30 minutes after the cleaning crew had gone home for the day and the room lost and found is in their area which was locked and apparently could not be gotten into. So they passed me through to the cleaning managers voicemail and I left her a message pleading for a phone call tomorrow morning as soon as possible.

Then I had to tell Gracie. Oh the heartbreak! She said she won't be able to sleep without it and went on and on about how special it is and how she needs it so much. I feel so bad. I know exactly how she feels. There were many days in my youth, (and to be honest, my adulthood, I took that blanket with me to college and still used it on my pillow well into my 20's) that I cried tears upon tears into that blanket and it's softness helped me go to sleep for more than half my life. She is very upset and I am just praying that they have the blanket and can mail it to us first thing Monday. I really don't want to drive to get it, it would be about 6 hours round trip, but I will if I have to.

There is a slight possibility that the timeshare won't have the blanket. We made one stop on the way down, at a gas station. It took us much longer than usual to drive down because there was a major snowstorm on the west side of the divide, it was like a blizzard at some points. Anyway, we stopped at a gas station and I had to grab snacks out for the kids. I opened the back gate and Gracie's pillow and one of our duffles flew out and landed on the ground. I snatched them up super fast because the ground was disgusting with dirty melted snow. Then I grabbed the snacks and took them up to the front. I am now freaking out that the blankie fell out too and I somehow missed it. If so it's probably gone for good and that thought just breaks my heart.

So if you feel like sending some love, thoughts, vibes, prayers, whatever it is you do out into the universe for the mommy blanket tonight that would be great. I am hoping for nothing but good news when I talk to the cleaners tomorrow.

****UPDATE 11/30****
As of this morning mommy blanket is still missing. I called the hotel again, they searched the room and checked lost and found and it's not there. I called the gas station we stopped at and they do not have it. Our very last hope is that mommy blanket got caught up in the sheets and went to the laundry. They said this has happened a couple other times. If so she will hopefully be returned to the hotel tomorrow sometime. The manager is suppose to call me tomorrow.

Gracie cried herself to sleep tonight. This sucks so bad.

Thursday, November 27, 2008


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Happy Thanksgiving!!!

We are being totally lazy up in Avon Colorado with a fire burning in the fireplace and Tom and Jerry on the tv. Gracie declared today a pajama day which sounded awesome to everyone. I have to get the ham warmed up and make some mashed potatoes and green bean casserole put together so we can eat sometime this afternoon.

I hope you are all having as lovely a holiday as we are!!!

Friday, November 21, 2008

Such a klutz.

I chalk it up to genetics. I really don't know where else to lay the blame because I'm pretty sure I've been this way since birth.

I fell yesterday. It was a total yard sale type fall, I basically hurt every part of my body except my head, and thank goodness for that!!

I had to take Aria to another foster home because we are leaving for a week on Sunday and last night was the best time for me and her new foster to do the exchange. The night started off badly because I totally forgot I was suppose to meet this person at 6:30 in Denver and suddenly at 7pm I freaked out realizing I missed it. She never called me though, which was weird. Anyway, I called her, left a message and jumped in the car. She never called me back. I got to our meeting spot an hour late and of course she wasn't there. I didn't know what to do so I called the rescue foster coordinator to find out if there was another phone number for this person. There was a bit of phone tag and then I was told to just head up to her house (in Westminster, so about 45 minutes from my house). Apparently she had left her phone at home and she thought she missed me because she was a little late and she had no way to get a hold of me. Figures right?! So I headed to her house.

Once I got Aria in the house I headed out to grab her food. Their house is on a little hill with 5 long steps leading down to the sidewalk. They are railroad tie steps which are filled with those small sharp black rocks. I tripped or slipped or something on the top step and went all the way down, when I stopped my right hand was on the sidewalk. Oy.

Injuries are as follows:
Both knees are skinned.
My right shin is skinned and bruised badly. Like 2" long skinned to the bone. It's so gross.
My left elbow is skinned.
My left wrist and shoulder are sore.
My left hand is skinned on the knuckles. When I stopped I was laying on this arm.
My stomach is bruised, painfully so. It hurts while I am just sitting here.
My neck is out of whack.
My right hip hurts.
Both my ankles are sore

I don't know how I didn't hit my head at all but I didn't thank goodness. It's the only part that doesn't hurt!!! I don't know why these things happen to me but the fall season seems to be the season I hurt myself. It's so weird.

I'm glad for pain killers today. James has some nifty pills from when he had work done on his teeth and I took one last night. It made me feel very good and I actually slept well.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Classic Gracie

Gracie in response to her dad telling her to pick up the toys from the bath:

No!! I'm naked and I'm a woman and I can do whatever I want so get outta my way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah. It's been a wild ride so far and all signs point towards it not slowing down any time soon.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Dogs I have loved.

How did I become a doggie foster mom anyway?

It all started in September of 2007 with cats. I was on Craigslist in the pets section for reasons that cannot be explained because I had no reason to be there. We had two cats and a dog and no room for anymore in our 1360 sq ft town home. But there I was, and I opened a post where this woman was saying she had 7 cats she needed to place, immediately, two adults and 5 kittens. The mother of the kittens was also the mother of the other adult cat, so it was an entire family. She said she was going to take them to Dumb Friends League if someone didn't take them. I couldn't have her do that, my emotions took over and that afternoon I drove to her house and took them. All of them. I was determined to get them all fixed and adopt them all out. And I did. It was the biggest volunteer project I'd ever taken on and I pulled it off well, getting all the cats fixed through subsidized neuters with the DDFL and finding them all homes. I also took back and re-homed two of them when the initial adoptions didn't work out. Accomplishing the whole thing made me feel really good and it also taught me a huge lesson. One person can make a difference, we just need to stop making excuses and do it. It doesn't have to be dogs. Whatever that thing is, that thing you want to do that's not about you, that's about helping someone or something else. Just do it!

After that initial situation I thought about doing it again. But we moved Ian into the office (which is where we kept the cats) and we were honestly out of space to house cats since integrating foster cats into the household wasn't really an option. (If you've had cats you know what I mean.) So, again while perusing Craigslist, I came across a post from the Retriever Rescue of Colorado saying how badly they need foster homes. I filled out an application and waited. I heard back within a couple days so then I needed to sell it to James. He was reluctant but willing to try it. RROC takes retrievers of all sorts (Labs, Goldens, Chessies, and Tollers), places them with fosters to evaluate the dogs personalities and then matches them with families. It's a cool process, seeing the information they get and the care they take to put the right dogs with the right people. So we waited. And we had Boulder placed with us. And the rest is history....... I'll keep adding dogs as they pass through our family, the first dogs are at the bottom of the post. I've also helped place two additional cats in this time, even when logic said I couldn't.

This is Garrett. He's approximately 5 years old. He came into rescue from out of state. He had been in a shelter after being found as a stray who was attacked by a farm dog. The shelter people loved him but his days were up so they found a way to get him transported. Upon arrival it was found that he had a horrendous infection from his neuter surgery the week before. He had to undergo another surgery to remove the entire scrotum. He's a great dog with a lot of potential, he'll be perfect for just about any situation!

Aria is about 8 and is a total sweetie, just like Kirby was. She was abused to some extent, you can tell by her head shyness, but it hasn't damaged her spirit in the least. She's been great with the whole family and hopefully is meeting with a perspective family this weekend.

Beethoven was my first and last puppy. 10 weeks old, no manners and missing his litter terribly. It was a long two weeks but he was finally placed with a family that had an older golden retriever and a 2 year old little girl. He is going to live a long happy life with those folks, that much is sure!
Kirby was a pure gentleman. I wanted to adopt him so bad, like really terribly bad. I still miss him. He went to a new home that had no kids and three cats and was totally going to be spoiled by his new people, so I am happy for him. He was also my first senior and the dog that has made me realize how terrific adopting and older dog can be. He was perfect with everything, dogs, kids, cats...... He was already housebroken and knew commands. How on earth he ended up a stray in our rescue I will never know because he was a total beauty with a personality to match.
This is Brinzey. She was 9 months of pure energy. She also transferred to another foster home when her energy just became too much for me and the kids to deal with. There are limitations to housing strange dogs with small children and no yard. She was adopted about a week after she moved from us.
Holly. Holly was a love. She was the first foster I wanted to adopt. She was about 6 months old and was so sweet, so calm, so pretty. She had a rough first night with her adoptive family and ended up running away the next morning so the kids, Maggie, and I went to the neighborhood she ran off in and looked for her with her new owner. Thank goodness we found her and got her resettled with her family.

Brynn came in on a transport from a high-kill shelter out of state. She was insane. And she had giardia. And she was insane...... She transferred to another foster home without children and with a yard because an insane doggie that has giardia and doesn't have access to a yard is just wayyyyy more trouble than it's worth. But I was part of her story and she was a sweetie. Just a little nuts!

Boulder, our first foster. He was a fence jumper, climber, escape artist extraordinaire. He went to a nice couple in Highlands Ranch who had a bedroom full of bunnies, seriously. It was awesome!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Fall Weather

We had to break out the cold weather clothing the other day. Winter is definitely in the air!

Sunday, November 09, 2008

A good day!

We headed up to Loveland this morning and had the wonderful opportunity to leave the kids with my in-laws for the afternoon! It was so nice, we have recently lost yet another babysitter, (they all move away, I'm starting to get a complex), and we hadn't been out on a date in almost 2 months.

We had a great afternoon walking around a couple outdoor malls and having lunch. We managed to hit a couple awesome sales. James got some great jeans and shirts at Eddie Bauer which was having 50% off all their clearance! I found a new purse (the first purse I've had in over 4 years, now that I don't have a diaper bag and I have a job I actually have need of one), and we found outfits for our Christmas pictures. Now we just need a photographer!

It was kind of a delayed celebration of our anniversary and I'm glad we were able to squeeze it in. The break was needed and it's so nice to have loving grandparents to leave the kids with for awhile. Thanks Heather and Brian! The kids had a great time and the little turkey cookies were delicious!

Saturday, November 08, 2008

The engine on the bus goes click, click, click.

I arrived at the bus storage at 1:15, an hour before the party was suppose to start which gave me plenty of time to get the bus going and be there without rushing at all. Ha. The first thing I always do is run and start the bus, then I give it a couple minutes while I organize things and then I move it out, park my car, and take off. The bus was suppose to be plugged in today. This was a first, I have never had to deal with that before but because of the cold weather it's a new part of the routine. Apparently the plug helps the bus turn over the first time every time. When I pulled up to storage the first thing I noticed was that there was no plug. Uh-oh.

So I jumped on the bus and tried to start it. And tried. And tried. The engine was trying to turn over to no avail. Then I turned the key and.........nothing. Freak. So I called my boss who is out of town in the mountains this weekend. Thus began my education on bringing our big green bus to life when it would rather stay cold and lifeless in the gravel storage lot.

First off she told me to get into this little box under the seat and find this aerosol can of highly flammable gas. Ooookay. Then she told me to open the engine compartment and find this little funnel thing that had a sticker on it saying: WARNING Do not spray any starter fluids, flammable liquids, here or you will die. I'm paraphrasing a bit but that was the gist of it. When I told her I located the funnel she said "Good, now spray that stuff in there for just a second, then run like heck on the bus and try to start it. Make sure you don't spray too much because it will start on fire." Um. Ok. *thinking my life is over*

I did it, but honestly, I probably didn't spray enough in. Who wants to die in a fiery explosion? Not I. When I tried to start the bus it didn't work.

So I called my boss back and she says. "Ok, well, now look under the drivers seat and get the hammer." I kid you not. I grabbed it and she told me to find this specific part underneath the engine. I was told to find someone to crank the bus while I climb in between the wheel and engine and crouch down and use the hammer to whack this part (the starter). She said if that didn't work then it was probably hopeless.

So I wandered over to this couple that was working on their camper and the woman said she would gladly try to crank the bus while I was under it whacking away with a hammer. I got in position, told her to go and she did. Sparks were flying, I was beating the starter, and miracle of miracles the bus started. Thank god my hair didn't get caught in the belt that was whirring away by my ear.

Never in a million years did I ever think that someday I would be using a hammer to start a bus. Just goes to show you what I know!!!

And yes, I remembered to plug the bus in before I left tonight. But if my co-worker leaves it unplugged again I will be doing the same to her so she can experience the joy of starting a cold bus with a stranger and a hammer.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Death came much too soon

Two years ago today my friend Sarah was killed by a drunk driver. She was 34 years old and at the time her kids were 2 years old and 8 months old, thank God they were not with her in the car. They needed their mommy and she was ripped from them in a moment. The woman who killed Sarah also died and left her then 3 year old daughter injured and motherless.

This kind of thing does not need to happen. Please if you drink, please do not drive while drunk. Please do not drive even if you only have a buzz. Please be responsible. There is no good reason to kill the mother (or father or grandparent or child) of anyone. Nothing is worth that. Nothing.

Please don't drink and drive. If the only good thing that comes from Sarah's death is another child not having to say good-bye to their mother much too soon then her death was not in vain.

Please don't drink and drive.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Gracie's message to Obama

Word for word right out of her mouth.

to barrack obama

i would like to shake your hand
i would like you to be president i would vote for you because I like you barrack obama and you are going to be president

i really understand and I love you more and I want you to be president because you can be calm, never ever give up

we can always see another president just like george washington we want to see someone who can stand up and cut taxes for our families
i would really like to hear a song you like

so please barrack obama I approve that you can be the president of the united states i would like to appreciate this common person
there's nothing i can do about it you can be president so i can see you at mt. rushmore
and that's my message. you will like it.

from gracie burson

The rundown

~ Go Vote!!!

~I smashed my finger bad yesterday in the van door, the wind caught it as I was trying to close it quietly because Ian was asleep. It's not broken but my nail might fall off. It's hard to do some things with just one thumb! On the upside James brought home BBQ and wine for dinner.

~Our foster dog has a bladder infection, we spent 2 hours at the vet yesterday right before the thumb smashing. Good times!

~Yesterday was 6 years since James and I said "I DO". I love him even more today than I did then!

~We got a loft bed for Gracie's room, so she has a full bed with an awesome playroom set up underneath it now and Ian has the twin bed so he gained play space as well. I will get pictures soon but due to the thumb situation I haven't finished moving everything around as we would like to have it. Soon as it's ready I will take pictures.

I hope you are all having a good week!