Name: Hot Dr's Wife!
Location: The Rockies

I am the wife of a surgeon, a mother of a five-year-old son, a sister to a redneck brother, the daughter of a dad I miss daily. Colorado native, raised on a ranch, been on a cattle drive and driven many combines. I am always barefoot, I love my friends, and I insist Happy Hour start at 5:00 pm and not a minute later.

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June 30th, 2009
Me Time, and Other Myths: A Heartfelt WTF!? Story

One of my husband’s biggest complaints about his job is that he gets pestered all the time. Daily, HDHusband calls me with “now this happened” and “now someone wants this” and “dog ate my homework” and ” blah blah blah”.

Once, he said, “You don’t know how it feels!”

Alas, Tall One, I do.

I have a five-year-old boy who has a honing device anytime I am doing something for myself. ANYTHING. Five years of giving 24/7 and I’m feeling it kickin’ my ass.

Tonight, I left HDH in charge of Bug, and I ran (literally) upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom.

Running bath? Check.

Balt salts? Check.

Rolling Stone magazine? Check.

Engaging article about Gregg Allman and WTF about the Jonas Brothers (God, I’m old!)? Check.

Knock at the door? Check.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, Bug”.

“I have a question. Please open the door. I have a question.”

(me, opening the door, sighing, realizing this is it for the rest of the night)

“Daddy says you are wee-laxing. Are you wee-laxing?”

“I was. What’s your question?”

“If you eat a spider, does the spider come out of your ‘nis hole? This one right here?”

I put on my robe. I marked my Allman article. I sighed. I thought of that elusive vacation where it’s only me, my favorite book, some wine, and no alarm clock. Do mothers actually GET those trips? With my husband’s on-call schedule (every other night starting, um, now, at least for a year, again), it’s highly un-fucking-likely.

I am a married widow.

But for now, I’ll get back to reading that article probably not before my next issue of RS comes out. I am drinking wine, though.

Why yes, Brightside … I guess that will do for tonight.

EDIT:

“HDW?”

“Bug just said, ‘Daddy! You said Mommy was wee-laxing. She wasn’t wee-laxing at all!”

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June 30th, 2009
tornadoes and poker face

During a recent tornado warning, a neighbor’s daughter was over and to keep my son from freaking out too much over the news, I turned on Spongebob. Unbeknownst to me, the mom has a rule that they are not allowed to watch ANY television all summer long. When she picked her daughter up, she was reprimanding the daughter for watching what we had on, ‘especially Spongebob’.

I was lamenting this yesterday when the daughter came back over to play. She was singing to herself, then busted out with “I MAKE HIM HARD SHOW HIM WHAT I GOT … MY POKER FACE!”.

Huh.

She can listen to Lady Gaga who is rarely wears clothes and sinsg about that, but Spongebob is evil?

And no, it isn’t a case of “Maybe the mom isn’t aware”. She’s on them like stink on shit.

Not like I have room to talk, though.

My son busted out with, “Anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns, hun” - thanks to his Daddy only knowing THAT VERSE and singing it at random times.

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June 29th, 2009
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June 25th, 2009
Michael Jackson

Driving home from swim lessons with my son, I heard on XM CNN that Michael Jackson died. My son asked me why I was so sad about him dying, and who he was.

When we got home, I fired up every Michael Jackson YouTube video I could think of, sat him up on my lap, and watched them.

I felt like I was explaining to someone why the life of John Lennon was so significant and what his death meant to a generation.

Who didn’t try and moonwalk in their bathroom?

My brother and I fought over records (and eventually tapes then CDs) of his music. The video to “Black or White” is synonmous with fighting with my brother in Downtown Denver at the record store near the Tabor Center about who ‘really bought it’ since we both contributed equally.

So many memories.

So sad.

Although I don’t claim to be his biggest fan or best, I can say I feel like his music was the soundtrack to my 80s childhood and his influence inĀ  music will certainly be missed.

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June 22nd, 2009
eff ewe!

Wow.
Thanks, WordPress, for eating my earlier post, chewing it up and spitting it out.

I don’t really feel like recreating anything I said earlier. I don’t feel like reposting any of the photos or any of that nonesense. Suffice to say we had a nice time at a family reunion. We totally overate and I am sad now having seen my dad’s grave plus my uncle’s and my grandma’s all lined up together. Boo.

So.

1. I’ll tell you that the Bug jumped into my arms on the stairs when I wasn’t looking/ready, and we fell down about seven or eight of the steps. He scraped his back up and while I was attempting to console him that he wasn’t going to die (a new fear), I saw my f*cked up ankle. Bruised, bleeding, wrecked. I WANT A KISS TO MAKE IT BETTER DAMMIT.

At best, it’s twisted a little. Glad it isn’t broken.

2. I did go to Happy Hour on Friday night for a going away party for a friend - and I would like to give the mojitos at Root Down a double A plus. HOLY COW. I’m not big on the mojitos, but those? They freaking rock. It wasn’t such a bad way to start the weekend. The view from the patio is stunning. And because I wasn’t going to make out with this friend of mine (per one husband’s request), I was deemed to have an F in Lesbianism. Fyi. (if you’re a friend on Facebook, you can see a photo on there from that night)

3. We’re going to a B-52’s concert tonight and although I like them, I can’t stand Rock Lobster. I think I should bring my camera just to capture everyone dancing around like fools especially during that song.

4. I got some special stuff from my Grandma’s house. Apparently, I’m inheriting her china collection, too. I’d rather split it with another granddaughter, but she has no room and I’m the one that hosts big dinners. I’ll go back home later and pack it up. My grandpa really enjoyed seeing all the grandkids though.

5. And, I’m so damn excited. I have two good friends flying in this weekend!! I’ll post about that later, but suffice to say, I am one happy woman. Mangled and wrecked, but happy.

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