Boots & My Babe
I can’t really explain my passion for cowboy boots. I also can’t explain why I don’t currently own a pair that I’m in love with. You’d think that I’d have a few, right? Wrong. I did try some on while we were shimmying ourselves around Las Vegas…they fit comfortably, but it just didn’t quite seem like the right time to be buying boots. How would I have gotten them home since we only did carry ons? I guess since I left my cell phone charger and keys there I would have had gobs of room.
Maggie has been gifted a few pairs of cowboy boots, and with each pair, she has loved clicking up and down the hallways and stomping around outside. I don’t blame her, because we all know that cowboy boots are the best. Barry’s mom gave her a pair of red ones last year and they’re still too big for her; however, she noticed them right away when they moved in her closet and fell in love. More than once she’s put in a request for ‘new boots’ and insists on only the big, red cowboy boots. Admittedly, I feel proud that she sees the perfectness of the cowboy boot as well, just like her mama.
I know I had a stage in my life that I wanted nothing more than to dress like my older brother. Actually, I really wanted to be on his T-Ball team and wear the really cool hat that came with a mesh back. Being two years younger, it wasn’t really my place to be on the team, but I so badly wanted to be in the dugout high-fiving the other kids as they came in from running the bases. Instead I watched from a distance and every opportunity that I had, when Phil wasn’t looking, I put on the coveted hat and wore it like my own.
So when Maggie insists to me that she wants to wear her ‘new boots,’ it doesn’t take too much prodding on her part to get me to pass them to her and help her put them on. Plus, I figure some day there will be worse things to argue about when it comes to her wardrobe. At this point I’m happy as a clam to see her tromping around wearing too big boots and some day soon I hope I’ll be tromping along side her with some boots of my own that I love just as much as she loves her little-big “new boots!”
Garth.
I’ve learned a few things in life and one of them is this: you’re either a Garth Brooks fan or you’re not. I count myself as a fan. A huge fan. So this weekend when Barry, Chach & I went to Las Vegas to see him perform, I was extremely happy. Here’s a bit about our trip: The Good, The Bad & The Ugly.
THE GOOD:
1. Garth did not let any of us down. He was funny, engaging, and his talents were on fire! If anything, I became more of a fan. Plus, I love that he really did retire and the one stipulation that he’d come out of retirement and do this show, was that he wouldn’t have to miss any of his daughter’s day-to-day lives. Clearly he loves being a dad. Also, Trisha Yearwood was sparkly as ever!
2. I’m still me. I didn’t turn into Snookie while I was down there. There are a lot of people that look like they belong on the Jersey Shore….well, I’ve never seen The Jersey Shore, but it seemed obvious that Snookie and her crew had invaded The Strip. I had an “I love me” revelation while wandering around seeing some craziness.
3. We also got to see Cirque Du Soleil’s Le Reve, and had we not been charmed by Garth Brooks the following night, seeing Le Reve would have been the highlight of the trip. (aside from REAL sunshine!)
THE BAD:
1. We were hoping to test the pizza and ice cream shop at our hotel, but it was closed or not selling pizza each time we walked by. I think a part of Barry’s heart broke, the man loves his pizza.
2. Once wasn’t enough. I am hoping that Garth will start his big, huge tour up again in a few years and he’ll come to Seattle.
3. Barry and I clearly don’t stay up late often. We gave Chach a curfew and she only insisted we stay out one hour later. If you’re looking for crazy Las Vegas stories, we didn’t get any this trip. Sorry. (But not really sorry, because crazy Vegas stories aren’t that cool.)
THE UGLY:
1. I brought my camera, but took zero pictures. I knew if I brought it that I probably wouldn’t take any, but if I didn’t have it, Chaya & Barry would have to listen to me complain. I brought my camera home, but happened to leave my phone charger and car keys next to the hotel bible. I’m that awesome. It was ugly, very ugly.
2. I was the person at the Garth Brooks concert with binoculars glued to my face, even though we had AMAZING seats. I was dizzy with excitement and didn’t want to miss a moment. If you would have tried to ask me to move or do anything else during he concert, I would have honked your nose and asked you to shush. Thankyouverymuch.
3. We went to a buffet at our hotel (The Wynn) and it was fancy. Aside from eating too much shrimp and sushi, I had to test out the chocolate dipped ‘mallows. Just like Garth, they did not disappoint.
