TGIF~Hitting the big 30 and seeing my not-so-secret boyfriend.

Tomorrow,  August 1st marks a momentous date in history; my history, Coach’s history, your history. The worlds history.
Ok, maybe not the ENTIRE world, but most of it. 
It was 30 years ago tomorrow that I was asked (kinda last minute) to join some friends for a Robert Plant concert; one guy had an extra ticket and no date.
Me? “Sure”
I figured if he was a dud, I had two girlfriends with me. 
When the carload of peeps picked me up I realized that I’ve seen this guy a few times, but didn’t know his name. Actually, I’d been to a party at his apartment….but still didn’t know his name until now.
What can I say, it was the 80’s, I was a mere 17 it didn’t always pay for me to pay attention. 
We had a great time; I recall the entire drive back home we were liplocked. 
Hey, I’m not easy, but I like kissing!

The rest is history people. A dud he was NOT. 
Now, had this happened this day in age, there would be photographic evidence of the date. 
BUT, we don’t actually have a photo of us together until Halloween. 
Halloween 1985
Our first actual photo and I look like a hooker. Oh well, he forgot to put on a shirt, so we’re a match made in heaven. 
It only took me a few minutes to realize that he was nothing like the toads I’d previously locked lips with. 
I might have dressed like a hooker, but I was smart enough to know a good guy when I saw one. 
It’s no secret that I also share my heart with Dave Matthews. 
Of course, Dave Matthews does not know this, but the Coach does. He’s always been supportive of my secret relationship with Dave and even encourages us to see each other once a year. I know. He’s a fantastic husband. So, this Saturday, on the anniversary of our first date, we’re having a little rendezvous with Dave. Just don’t tell Dave’s wife.  
Truth be told, he’s nothing compared to my Coach. But I don’t want to hurt his feelings after all the years that we’ve been secretly NOT dating each other. 
I’m sure you’re wondering if I’ve ever locked lips with Dave.
Well, honestly NO.
There’s this little obstacle called a RESTRAINING order. 
Anyhoo….who can deny that the Coach and I go together like peanut butter and jelly, rice and beans, like fine wine and smelly cheese, like pork chops and applesauce. 
I could go on and on….but you get the gist of this.
April 2015. My Mom’s favorite photo of the two of us. 
Wishing you all a fabulous weekend with those who you love; whether they know it yet or not. 

The Crape Update

I’m absolutely positive that your’e all wondering how my baby crapes are doing.
Remember when I planted 20 of them back in 2009 hoping to block my messy neighbor?
What? You don’t remember? What? You have your own life to lead? The nerve.
Anyhoo… good blog friend Mildred blogged about the blooming crapes in her area and I commented that mine were doing so good. She suggested that I share some photos. Now, don’t go thinking that I will always heed the ideas or suggestions of others; this is a rare case. ; )
Needless to say, they like the climate and my yard. Ok, lets be real. They like ME!
 Most of them are about 9-12 feet tall. It’s hard to get the perspective with so much green. 
I should have photographed them about a month ago when they were in full bloom. 
What can I say? I’m behind a bit. Just last week I realized my wall calendar was still on March. 
March for heavens sakes and here it is June. 
Ok. It’s almost August. I can’t deny it. 
This past fall the Coach and I decided to plant more (10) on the south side of our property knowing that someone would eventually purchase this wooded area and plop a shack on it. 
We really don’t want to see anyone. Ok, we really don’t want anyone to SEE us. 
What do we have to hide? Not much really….aside from the fact that I like to work in my garden wearing a two piece. THAT does not need to end up on Facebook or TMZ! *Shiver*
Have you got anything good growing in your yard? 
If you live in Colorado, lets keep your garden on the down low.