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It’s The Same Hay

Dear Cowboy,

Every morning between 6:30 and 7:00 a.m., I come to the barn. I dump yummy grain with your joint medicine into your bucket. You let me hug and pet you while you munch away.

Then I go get you a flake of hay, which you ignore. Instead of enjoying breakfast, you come stand outside by your gate to the pasture and stare at me through my office window, occasionally rattling the gate chain with your nose.

Yes I see you. Yes I hear you. Yes I ignore you!

When we leave for school, you yell at me to let you out.

When I get back, you yell at me to let you out.

I let you out.

You trot over to the hay I’ve put in the pasture and enjoy brunch.

News flash – it’s the same hay. Feel free to start snacking on the hay in your stall while you wait for me to take the kids to school and get back. You’ll feel better. You’ll be less grumpy. And I won’t have to endure the laser stare of the cutest 20 year old pony on the planet.


Your Girl’s Mother

Why I Know What 2:00 and 3:00 a.m. Look Like

I’m a planner . . . duh. I like to know what’s going on. If I don’t, our controlled chaos quickly turns into just chaos . . . I do not do well with chaos (or crowds . . . but that’s a different story!).

We’re celebrating our 20th anniversary in Hawaii – leave on the 11th. Taking the kiddos for a 6-day trip (yep – quick, but will be fun!). We’ve got just enough planned to see and do things while still allowing A LOT of down time to just be and enjoy.

We don’t get to our rental house until probably 9:30 p.m. Thursday night. We’ll be up early Friday for our drive to Hana (the only day we can do it).

Now that it’s only a week away, my brain has started to “work” (another word for “wonder” or probably more accurately “worry”).

I’ve been up every night this week wondering and thinking about how will this work? Where is that? What will be do?

So I finally took some work time off this morning to take care of my details and hopefully get some sleep tonight :-) Just a few things I’ve had on my mind:

  1. Did we get all of our reservations in order? Why yes – yes we did! I just checked everyone of them and confirmed :-)
  2. Did we end up with the Jeep with 2 doors or 4? My reservation shows 2! Yep – we got 4. Hubby changed the reservation, and I just didn’t get the new one.
  3. What is the address of the rental house? How do we get there from the airport? Hubby got that confirmation and the details earlier this week – and I now have them, too. Whew!
  4. OMG! We’ll get in there pretty late! We’ll need stuff for our road trip on Friday morning. Where will I ever get that stuff Thursday night?!?! OMG OMG OMG! Safeway. Yep. Safeway. 5 minutes from the rental house and open 24 hours. It’s been 20 years since we’ve been there. The place has changed. Not EVERYTHING closes when it gets dark 😉 Crisis (and hungry teenagers) averted!
  5. Should I call the orthodontist and have them check Dude’s permanent retainer? He said he’s been getting a space in his front teeth ever since they replaced it. Is that right? Shouldn’t the permanent retainer keep his teeth together? I mean, I paid all that money for a pretty smile! Yes – nothing to do with Hawaii. But when it’s 2:30 a.m. and you’re tired and your brain is working, this kind of crap joins the party.

So there you have it. A few of the things that have been keeping me up at night this week.

All taken care of.

Now I can relax and sleep and try to contain my excitement at spending our 20th with Hubby in Hawaii and showing the kids where “it” all started :-)

What I See

A couple weekends ago, Princess and I went up to Breckenridge for a day of snowboarding. Hubby was on the east coast stuck in a snowstorm, and Dude stayed home because he had too much homework (yay for responsible teenager who may or may not have used homework as an excuse to be home alone all day).

The early morning drive was beautiful, and Princess snapped this photo as we came over Wilkerson Pass:



I posted the photo on Facebook – loved the amazing moon and giggled at the fact that I’d looked at this photo so many times and hadn’t noticed the giant elk right next to the road! A photographer friend commented that I should “Crop that down to exclude the road and balance the moon and elk into opposite corners and that would be really nice.”



I agree. It is really nice that way. Moon. Mountains. Trees. Blurry elk from moving vehicle.

But I still like the original better.


In the original, here’s what I see:

  • The size of the prairie. What a panorama you get to see every time you travel west over Wilkerson Pass.
  • The seemingly never-ending road that winds down Wilkerson Pass along the prairie all the way to Hartsel. You can see for miles!
  • A cell phone photo that Princess took out a dirty window as we drove 65 mph down the road. What a wonderful day we
  • A giant beautiful moon that we’d been commenting on for the past 45 minutes – since we started up Highway 24 in Manitou Springs.
  • A giant beautiful moon that had us so distracted that we missed the giant elk on the side of the road. I giggle when I think about how many times we looked at this photo to check out the beautiful moon and snow-capped mountains and didn’t see that giant elk.
  • The snow-covered prairie and amazing snow-capped mountains in the distance. The trees are just a small part of the photo.
  • The vast blue morning sky as the sun rises above the mountains in the east behind us.
  • The memories a Mom and her teenage Princess made on a day trip to Breckenridge to snowboard together.

Yes – the cropped photo is nice, but I’ll keep my original uncropped memories.

It’s all a matter of perspective.

Mountain Therapy

I’ve said it many times – a little mountain therapy goes a long way! I love where I live. It’s beautiful. It’s peaceful. And there are so many ways to enjoy every day.

I dare you not to have a good day when you see this out your back door on cool winter mornings:



Views like this on your way to the mountains for a day of snowboarding make the 5:00 a.m. alarm worth it:


And looking at this out of my home office window makes it pretty easy to work:


I’ve been a lot of places, and can’t think of one that has such stunningly beautiful blue skies 360 days a year:




Spend hours at the barn watching your daughter do what she loves? Sign me up! Can’t beat this amazing background:



Watching your son enjoy the sport he loves, in JUNE? Yep!



And the sunsets, whether it be while driving home:


Or enjoying happy hour on the deck:



A little mountain therapy goes a long way.

Wag more, bark less!


Is It Bad To Laugh At Your Son’s Friends?

We had a blast snowboarding this past Tuesday. Princess was in a lesson all day, so we didn’t see much of her. Dude and his buddy, C, were off on their own all day and had a blast! Dude sent us this photo he took with his GoPro from the lift:




Looks like they were having a good time and enjoying the weather!

When they got in the car, Dude was telling me about the terrain park.

“We were standing on top of the hill waiting for it to be our turn to go off the jump. I turned around and chatted with C. Then I turned back to watch the kid go off the jump. Then I turned around and starting talking to C again, but he wasn’t there. Everyone was dying laughing! I looked down the side of the hill and saw C. He stepped back and fell off the edge!”

In true Boedie fashion, when C asked Dude to help, he said “Sure – but just a minute. I need a picture of this first.”

And that is how we got this . . . and I can’t stop laughing :-)


Life is definitely better with teenagers with a sense of humor!

What Is It With Men And Giant Christmas Trees?

Seriously – why do men always have to have the biggest Christmas tree on the planet?

A few years ago, we purchased an artificial tree after we discovered Dude was totally allergic to the real ones we were cutting down and stuffing in the house every December. It’s a beautiful artificial tree – full and covered in lights and 6 feet tall.

What’s not to love (except that it’s fake)???

Last year, Hubby and Dude were let loose shopping alone AFTER Christmas . . . and we all know what that means – SALE!

They bought a new artificial tree. They told me they bought it and I said they were ridiculous why would you spend money on that when we have a beautiful tree already! Sheesh!

They said “It’s taller. We needed a taller tree for the new house.”

Whatever. They put it in the barn without me even seeing it.

Totally forgot about it.

Then this year when I went out to get the totes of decorations, I saw two tree boxes and remembered.

Grrrrrrrr. Two friggin’ trees. Seriously?!

I looked at the box – 12 friggin’ feet tall? WTH are we going to do with a 12 foot tall Christmas tree? We are NOT tall people? Even with a ladder we won’t be able to decorate the top!

Then we put it up. And I was happy because it was a skinny tree. Very tall and skinny.

And I have to admit, it fit perfectly in the spot where we put our Christmas tree.

And I love it! As always, Hubby did good :-)


And if you’ve been to my house, you know how high up those windows are, and you realize that yes, that is indeed a 12 foot tall Christmas tree! We did indeed get the topper up there and manage to put ornaments near the top. Hubby may even have taunted Princess and put a bunch of the candy canes up where she can’t reach them. Dude got in on the fun, too. He told Princess to reach as high as she could, then he put a candy cane just out of her reach :-) Hee hee! Brothers!

PS – Clearly we have plenty of ornaments for this tree and will continue to add our annual “family” ornament. Our new quest? A Christmas Story tree! We’re going to use the 2nd tree in the family room downstairs and decorate it in A Christmas Story theme. If you see anything on sale, lemme know so I can start shopping for the new old tree ornaments!

Medical Magic

In early October, Dude tore the distal end of his bicep tendon throwing a ball to home from centerfield. Partial tear, which was good! Regular doc said give it a couple weeks.

We did. It did not get better at all. He referred us to an orthopedic surgeon.

Orthopedic surgeon said yep – partial tear of distal bicep tendon.

Um – thanks. Knew that already.

Ortho Doc said that since there hadn’t been any improvement, he was going to shut the elbow down completely. So he put a brace on Dude’s arm and locked it at 90 degrees for 8 weeks. Said he was giving up mobility for healing. Come back in 8 weeks and we’ll do an MRI and see how it’s doing and if he needs surgery.

I asked why we can’t just do the MRI now and see if it’s a total tear requiring surgery.

Because Insurance won’t allow an MRI until you’ve tried 8 weeks of physical therapy. Apparently physical therapy is totally shutting it down.


We went with it for awhile. There was a tear that needed to heal.

Dude wore the brace religiously for 5 full weeks. His arm still ached, but now because it wasn’t moving rather than not healing.

It felt better with the brace OFF!

We were getting done with it – why wait 8 weeks? Why can’t he see him at like 4 or 5 and assess how he’s progressing?

We were tired of waiting for what seemed like a ridiculous amount of time, so we decided to do something rather than nothing.

A friend had reached out to me with an alternative, so I started looking into it. Did lots of reading and researching and talking to other people about it.

After chatting with Hubby and Dude, we decided to give it a shot . . . the therapy is also used as a pre-surgery therapy to get you ready so recovery doesn’t take as long – figured we had nothing to lose.

All I have to say is ARPWave . . . is . . . MAGIC! It’s PAINFUL, but magic.

In his first session, Dude was able to completely straighten his arm PAIN FREE for the first time in 8 weeks.

I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time!

He only has to wear the brace to bed in whatever position his arm is in when he goes to bed (10 degrees, 20 degrees, whatever he’s at pain free) so he doesn’t accidentally jack it up during the night before it’s strong again. But his arm is free during the day.

Had session number two yesterday. Weirdest thing ever to watch . . . and Dude says “the most awful but awesome thing all at the same time” to go through. I told him we can quit if he wants. He said no way.

After this Thursday (his 5th session) they start him on a strengthening program along with the ARPWave.

10 sessions total and he’ll be finished and ready to work on increased strength and proper throwing motion.

We’re just blown away by the immediate positive effects . . . and I have to admit, if I hadn’t seen Princess go through “traditional physical therapy” last winter for her foot, I may have been more inclined to just wait and do what doc said. But after all the reading and research, this made sense. If it didn’t work, we’d still be done and prepped for the regular doc appt. that may require surgery.

But it’s working. And it’s amazing. And he loves it (and hates it). You’d have to ask him to explain to you what it is and how it feels and how weird it is to feel totally wiped out like you just did the hardest workout of your life when all you did was stand there for 30 minutes and curl a 1-pound dumbbell :-)

Here’s to a happy healthy Dude for 2016!

Day To Day

I keep looking at the blog thinking I have nothing to blog about, but then realize I have a TON to blog about but am not willing to take the time to do it :-)

Spending a couple days shoveling/snowblowing/plowing out from the storm.

Making sure the horses are warm and fed and not trapped in the barn with their snow drifts.

Keeping the kittens warm and fed and watered and safe in the barn at night.


Going on Girl’s weekend with Mom.

Carting Jason to baseball and friends’ houses and movie nights.

Carting Keira all around northern Colorado looking at horses.

Trying (and failing) to keep up with the house chores.

Hangin’ out with the fam relaxing every now and then.

Some day I’ll get around to posting pictures of all the goings on, but right now, life is happening and we’re enjoying it :-)

Happy winter!

It’s Not Brain Surgery

Oh wait! It IS brain surgery!

Dude absolutely LOVED his Principles of Bio-medical Science class as a freshman last year. I remember him coming home a month or so into the school year saying “I don’t know what I want to do, but I want to do something in science. It’s so awesome!”

What?! First time since he announced he wanted to be a garbage truck driver that he’s had any clue what he might want to do when he grows up. He knew a lot of things he DIDN’T want to do, but never what he might want to do.

This year, he is taking Forensic Science (yep – just like the show – DNA samples, trips to the morgue, gory videos, class trips to true crime scenes in town, visits from the Coroner), Bio-medical Science, and Biology.

He. Loves. It!

Loves it so much, in fact, that he joined a school club. All on his own. Never mentioned it, just texted after school one day that he’d be late because he was at a club meeting.

“What did he join?” you ask.

HOSA-Future Health Professionals of America (formerly Health Occupational Students of America).

Go here to check out their web site and see what they’re all about. Crazy!?!

They meet at 7:00 a.m. the 3rd Tuesday of every month before school.

He is so excited about it and just loves it.

So excited, in fact, that his request for our evening after Sunday football was to watch a show at 7:00 p.m.

“What show did he want to watch?” you ask.

THIS show – “Brain Surgery Live” on National Geographic channel.

Yep – we all watched a live brain surgery for 2 hours on TV . . . AND LOVED IT!

It was so cool! A patient with severe tremors from Parkinson’s disease was having brain surgery to insert electrical thingies into two specific spots in his brain – one on the right, one on the left. Then they can “turn on” the electrical impulses and stimulate the brain to control the tremors.

The show was the last 2 hours of a 6-hour surgery. At the end of the two hours when everything was in place, the patient held up his hand and it was shaking terribly like in home videos. The doc turned on the electrodes and the shaking STOPPED immediately. Patient cried! Then doc turned off the electrodes and the debilitating tremors returned almost immediately.

Crazy! And so cool.

Dude has found something he’s totally interested in and totally loves in the medical field that does not involve blood, guts, and gore.

I’m so happy for him that he’s found this . . . and so happy that our PUBLIC high school offers these classes for the kids. It’s something I just never would’ve been exposed to in high school.


4 months ago, we started with this:

Then the neighbor’s cat “disappeared” a couple weeks ago, and the voles were immediately running over our feet in the barn.

So we got these guys:


Which made the voles disappear from the barn (not the yard) almost immediately, even though they’re not hunting yet.

But then this guy showed up:


Bad cell phone photo from afar . . . but it’s a young coyote. Broad daylight. Alone. In the area out front that we mowed, so he has nowhere to hide. Just hanging out.

(We hear his buddies every night – love the sound of the coyotes!)

Why do I LOVE that this guy’s out there?

Because we have a major vole problem . . . like huge vole problem. And he eats them. Keep eating Wyle E.!

But he will also eat these guys given the chance:


And we can’t let that happen! Just look at those faces!!!

We’re in week 2 of barn kitty ownership. They’re growing, but still tiny. We’re following MS’s four-week “recipe” for training barn cats . . . teaching them that in the barn is safe and where their food is and where their bed is and where FUN is because we play with them daily.

They’ve been locked in their “room” in the barn for the past week. We play with them multiple times a day.

It’s week 2, so we let them out IN THE BARN, but put them back in their room at night. We’ve only been letting them out supervised because our barn is less than kitty tight – lots of spaces for them to escape! But today, I let them out for awhile in there unsupervised (we’re on hour 2). Princess texted me from school reminding me to put them back in their room – she’s convinced they’ll get out and get eaten by our friend in the front yard.

If one or both DID get eaten, I would be sad first, then mad. Free barn kitties are only free until you take them to the vet for their shots . . . and when it’s multiplied by two, OUCH!

Please dear coyote, stick to the voles and leave our kitties alone until they’re bigger and can help you hunt those nasty critters!