Take Me Out To the Ballgame...

We took Monkey to a baseball game last night, to watch our hometown minor league baseball team the Helena Brewers play. :) I'm not a diehard baseball fan-- I get bored with it pretty quickly-- but it was fun sitting in the sunshine with my boys and eating peanuts. The bestie was there-- she actually sang the National Anthem, and did an awwwwwesome job as per usual-- along with some of her fam and other friends. So that was fun too! It was a good way to kick off the first "official" summer weekend. :)

Any fun plans for you in store this weekend?

Summer. Finally.

The full moon from last week. This picture doesn't even begin
to show how breathtaking this twilight hour was.

Summer has been very tardy this year in Montana. Actually, Mother Nature was incredibly punctual about it, if you want to be technical. June 21st was our warmest day of the year thus far, and that was probably by a good 20 degrees. And since then its been just as lovely- although we had an afternoon thunderstorm today.

My parents' front yard.

Summer here is about as gorgeous as anything can get, assuming it treats us nicely. Right now I'm sitting on the porch, watching Monkey play in the driveway. There is not a breath of wind, and the air is cool after the storm, and is thick with the smell of my mother's lilacs and peonies in the front yard. Birds are chirping all around, the sky is blue and the grass is green. Everything is vibrant in color. It's a beautiful thing.

Pretty lilacs- dark purple and white. I love
the contrast they make.

My mother's gorgeous- and huge!- peonies.

Please help me remember all this when I'm freezing my tuckus off in the middle of the winter, okay?

The Attempt of a Normal Entry, Gone Awry

I do exist, I dooo...

Sorry, all. Life has been, yep, busy. Although I feel like that is a ridiculous excuse- as if I am the only busy person in the world, and everyone else who blogs isn't busy at all. Maybe everyone else is just better at blogging than I am. More...diligent, or something.

Anyway. We're all alive and well. Jobs are good, Monkey is good (wow, he's really good at being a Montana boy...he's ridden a horse, wants to be outside as much as possible, wants to be a cowboy, loves riding the four wheeler with his Papa...), and it's nice to be back with so many old friends.

Alright. I will talk about what I really want to talk about. Last night. My BFF had a little party at her house. But not just any party. A Pure Romance party.

Are you familiar with Pure Romance? For those of you who aren't, it's a company that sells...um..."sexy" items...in a Pampered Chef kinda way. You have a party, you invite your friends, the lady comes with all her fun merchandise and you gather around it and ooh and ahh. Although in this case there is a LOT more giggling and dirty joking. Especially in my crowd. :) But it's fun. And not all of it is dirty- they have lotion and body wash and lipgloss and massage oil and toys and lingerie and things I don't know what they do or why...

The best part? I went with my mother. MY MOTHER. I realize that for some people in the world, that sounds like torture. And I won't lie, there were moments I glanced over and poor Mom was holding something looking at it like, "WHAT IS THIS!?" and I thought, oooh, boy, what have I done!? But guess what? Mom. Had. A. BLAST. Because here's the thing: so maybe Mom isn't that kinky (neither am I, just to be clear), but it was a night out for her. It was something different. Usually she sits at home and reads her book. Which is fine, there's nothing wrong with that. But not this night. This night she went to a party and laughed more than she had in a long time and drank a little too much wine (and TWO jello shots...she's a wild woman!!!) and ordered a heart-shaped massager (it is a pack filled with wax and other stuff that gets really hot...and it feels amazing. I ordered one too and cannot wait to have Hub massage my back. He's so lucky!).

So. This entry took a turn for the scandalous, didn't it? :) To be fair, I warned you with the title. So don't think less of me. :)