September 2015- Football and Fun Plex!

When I left off at the end of August, I said I’d tell you who did NOT win the big game between CU and CSU.  So, here it is.  My Buffaloes were able to pull it off in a nail-biter, and for what seems like the 10th year in a row, I was forced to watch it in hostile territory.  Yes, I realize that I live in Fort Collins, so I am already outnumbered.  But, each and every year I somehow end up watching the game surrounded by a bunch of green and yellow.  This year was no exception, as the game coincided with the rehearsal dinner of our dear friends wedding.  The groom and every single one of his groomsmen, the bride’s family, and basically everyone else there had either gone to CSU or was a longtime fan.  Needless to say, they were all less than amused by my exuberant cheering.  

Sore losers.

Moving on… a week into the month and our rotten, smelly pink cast was a thing of the past.  Reese’s elbow healed well, and I am happy to say that we do not need to return to the Orthopedic Center….until next summer, when she breaks her next bone.  We’re on a roll now…. 

Did I mention that it’s football season?  (GO BUFFS!!!)  Those statements make me sound much more excited than I really am….as the truth of the matter is that I become a fantasy football widow at this point in the year.  Things are much better than they were a few years ago when fantasy football first started.  Back then, John was “unavailable” from 9 am to 11 pm on Sundays.  And also Thursday and Monday nights.  Our children were little at the time, and although it may seem counterintuitive, they did not require as much from their daddy.  When Malory was born, I think the two of them spent the first 3 months of her life cuddled up watching football.   He would have breastfed if he could have. Times have changed, and either the novelty has worn off, or his “life” requires much more attention, but he’s much less glued to the TV than he used to be.

What was my point with all of this?  Seriously, even I don’t know.  I guess it was some sort of lame segue way into a description of my trip to the Broncos game with one of my oldest “partners in crime”.  And likely my most dangerous if we’re being completely honest. 

We are fair weather fans, and I do not mean our support of the team.  I mean that we prefer to go when we can wear shorts and flip flops.  We always meet at our old stomping grounds for some pre-game food and libations.  Inevitably, we get to visiting and have to slug down that 4th glass of wine in order to make it to the stadium in time for the 2nd half.

Here we are riding a pedi cab because we are just that lazy.  I really felt sorry for this guy.  We aren’t that heavy, but we sure are obnoxious.

And, what can I say about this?  Security at its finest.

I also felt sorry for the guy who has tickets next to us.  I did NOT watch much of the game and instead decided to engage him in all sorts of annoying conversation.  I don’t think I am wanted back….for many reasons.  Oh well, I had fun and I even think the Broncos won!!

However, for as much fun as Sunday was, Monday morning was equally as R-O-U-G-H. Thankfully, my kind and considerate husband, who is no stranger to hangovers such as these, prepared my morning “supplies” for me as he left for the day.  

Now, I’ll take a break from all of the commentary for a couple of pictures of the weirdest dog in the world.  Isn’t he a hoot?

And, just for documentation’s sake…..proof that our sad little garden produced a vegetable or two.  Or is that a fruit?  Either way, the odds of it becoming a pumpkin in 6 short weeks are slim and none.  Cinderella is going to be so bummed.

Ok, enough of this gibberish.  Time to talk about why we all love September (or at least 2/5 of our family).  Both of my favorite little princesses were born at the end of this month, and thus their birthdays needed to be celebrated with gusto.  John should be afraid for a time about 8 years from now, where 2 birthdays  + 1 day apart = Girls Trips with Mom!!!  I can hardly wait….

But, for now we booked a weekend trip to Estes Park.  We usually do this every summer (see August ’13 and ’14), but hadn’t managed to squeeze it in yet.  We love Estes Park for a quick getaway to a quaint little town with loads of salt water taffy, ice cream, and caramel apples.  Who needs birthday cake?

The kids happened to be out of school on Reese’s official birthday, so before we headed out of town, we made a quick stop at The Summit for some pizza, bowling, and video games.

I have no photo evidence of our first night in Estes, but if memory serves me, it involved some games of corn hole at our little residence, some Mexican food and some hot tubbing.  We were up bright and early the next morning and off to breakfast at The Stanley hotel.  I always have such high hopes for the experience and the food there, and have always wanted to stay at the hotel.  I am usually disappointed, and this time was no exception.  But, it didn’t matter because my girls were happy.  Malory had received her very own American Girl Doll for her birthday and named her Wendy.  Reese wasn’t even jealous, even though it took until age SIX for Santa to bring hers!!

After breakfast, John gave the kids the option of going on a hike or to the Fun Plex.  Seriously?  He was genuinely offended when they picked the latter and actually thought he could talk them into a beautiful, 4-mile hike instead of bumper cars.  Sometimes I think he forgets his childhood…..(must have killed those brain cells off first:-)