Tis the season...

Welcome to my blog! I created this page approximately 4 months ago and am just now getting around to posting something. I am kind of a procrastinator when it comes to doing things that I want to do. I am pretty good about plowing through the things that I have to do like a rookie running back with something to prove. Which is why I wanted set up this blog in the first place. I wanted  to start a blog so that even though I really seem to have not enough time to keep up with all the fabulous happenings in my loved ones lives, they can come here and read up on mine.

I recently moved to Florida from Kansas. The sunflowers and dirt have been replaced with sunshine and sand. Really, there is no dirt here. If there is, I haven't found any. I'm still trying to figure out how the hell grass grows without it. The seasons don't exist and the insects are on steroids here. I haven't seen one single alligator although my daughter is still hopeful and peers intently at each pool of standing water that we drive by -- wishing for a glance of a rough green nostril. Keep looking baby.....from the car window.

Back to my procrastination. It is now 21 days until Christmas (My daughter - Doodle bug, she keeps informing me of the countdown to get me to play Christmas music before I believe it is time to subject myself to it.) and I made personalized Christmas cards this year. I am not artsy by any stretch of the imagination, but goddammit I can be quite the crafty bitch. I made Iron Cowgirl Christmas cards and informed everyone on the card itself in order to keep up with the lives of us iron cowgirls to visit this blog. Thus backing myself into the proverbial corner and not allowing me to put this off any longer, because now it's a have to in a want to sort of way.

I am now in the Christmas spirit or what I define to be the Christmas spirit anyway. But I have done a lot of firsts this year. I put the tree up the day after Thanksgiving, I went black Friday shopping -- That is a whole 'nother blog, gifts were purchased, wrapped and under the tree 2 days after the Turkey induced coma wore off -- AND the house is decorated. Now THAT my friends makes me just about the best mom ever. I know this because My Doodle, a.k.a Kiwi, told me that she loved me and that I was the best Mom ever, even if I didn't want to listen to Christmas music. I pulled into Walgreens approximately 38 seconds later and bought a Christmas cd and we sang along the rest of the way home. Hey, what can I say? I like to exceed expectations.



My sad little Christmas tree, fulfilling its Christmas destiny.



* Ok so the ride home from Walgreens may only have been 4 minutes and 52 seconds, but we DID sing the whole rest of the way home.