Florida...

We just got home from a vacation in Florida. I just had to tell you that Chad thought about speeding trough a yellow light. Well, this sign made him think twice.

That extra dollar he felt was too big of a risk to take. We sat at the intersection waiting for the light to turn green. I think I might apply for a seasonal job in Florida working in the "red light running" accounting dept. That extra dollar has me intriqued. I soon will have you intriqued by my vast collection of pictures from our vacation............................... stay tuned........... And if that doesn't do it for you well....................You know when they tell you to put away your cameras, because flash photography is not allowed.................
Guess who kept her camera out...........................

Anyone recognize this little lady? I snapped a picture of her when the nearest Disney cast member had his back turned.
Her hairstyle has always fascinated me.........................
There is something about her smile.
Like she is the one who decided that red light running should be a $201.00 fine, instead of just a $200.00 fine.

The GLow FRom the West

Chad bought me indoor soccer shoes for Christmas. They were too big...........well a lot to big, so today while in town I ran them back to the little soccer store to exchange them for a smaller size. I walked into the store and told the worker I needed a smaller size. He let me look at the shoes for a bit and soon after the following exchange took place.

Soccer Dude #1: Which ones do you like?

Kelli: I like the black ones.

Soccer Dude #1: No you don't like the black ones, they don't come in your size.

Kelli: Oh, well lets see..............um..................I could wear the red ones..........I guess. They are a little flashy, but maybe I have some flashy moves up my sleeve. Let me try the red ones.

Soccer Dude gets the red ones in my size, while another Soccer Dude enters the store. We will call him Soccer Dude #2.

Soccer Dude #2: You don't want the red ones.

he yells over his ipod.

Kelli: I don't?

Soccer Dude#2: No. they are not cool.

Kelli: Well, I am an old lady, I passed cool a while ago. If I had my way I would play in moon boots. Does that sound cool to you?

Soccer Dude #1 interrupts: He is right, the red ones don't cook.

Kelli thinks to her self ......cook?? What am supposed to cook in my soccer shoes???

Kelli: Well I am not planning on cooking anything anytime soon. I like the red ones, they will match my red soccer shorts.

They exchange a side glance to each other. Like oh she cares about matching----------she must not be that good.

Soccer Dude #1: Yeah, if you want to look like you know what you are doing, then you need a little Ronaldinho in your blood.

Kelli: Well, it is just old ladies league............no blood involved.

Soccer Dude #2: Yeah. These are the babies you need. These are the latest and the greatest..........they are made with.........................

I suddenly loose focus on what he is saying. And I start wondering what Soccer Dude #1 has been smoking while the customers are perusing his shop. As to the fact that he is holding up for me the brightest, yellow pair of soccer shoes I have ever laid eyes on.

Zach and Carver in the background start chanting and drooling over the bright yellow shoes (They have never been known for the fashion sense). "Can we get some!!" they chant. That chant lasted the entire shopping experience. All the while Tanner was throwing balls and pulling jerseys off their hangers. My resolve and will began to waiver, I could feel the world plotting against me.

Kelli: Well, they might help me by blinding the other team by their sheer brightness. I will try them on. Just to get me out of this store.

I slipped my foot into the lemon shoe.

Soccer Dude#1: Total Dope.

Soccer Dude#2: Something in Spanish.................I didn't understand it, I think he was saying "you look like a fool".

Kelli: Dope? Are you offering me some? I feel like I have two large yellow Lego bricks on my feet (although they were comfy).

Tanner then knocks over the bin of balls, Zach starts whining for a soccer jersey and Carver starts plotting his way to new shoes. I almost begin to loose it. I think...........I have got to get out of this store before I swear in my head (for those of you who don't remember, I quit cold turkey a while ago).

Kelli: Ok. I can live on the edge. I can be dope. I can cook.

Soccer Dude#1: Sweet.

Soccer Dude#2: Good choice. One you won't regret.

Later @ the indoor place I am feeling Dope. I lace up my new lemons w/ cleats and I am feeling sooooo confident. This is my time. This is my chance. I am in the Zone. Cue the Whitney Houston song One Moment in Time...............I even say to myself,"watch out old ladies league, I've got Ronaldinho in my blood." I step out of the car to meet Chad who just pulled up.

Chad: Whoa............................Check out those shoes.

Kelli: Yeah, I am feeling brave. But, really I was thinking that those two guys back at the store had a hidden camera on me and someone is going to jump out of a bush and tell me I just got punk'd.

Chad: Did the kids pick those out.

Kelli: Uh..............yeah.................. yeah ................. they did.

So Here is my advice: Move over big bird. Everyone hide your grandma's lemon merangue. Watch out all you yellow taxis waiting by the curb -Kelli is about to give you a good run for your money. And if you are wondering what that bright glow is coming from the west on Thursday nights, no it is not the northern lights or the second coming It is just me lacing up these sweet babies.

And Last but, not least. If you ever buy a pair of really, bright yellow shoes, my best advice is to blame it on your kids. Then people will still think you are sane. Well, the emotional toll of buyers remorse has made this dope girl extremely tired, Good Night.

Above is a picture of Ronaldinho, for those of you who are wondering who he is.

Fashion Update

Taylor, when he was four, was obsessed with his moon boots. He wore them everywhere..............even in the summer. He wore them with shorts, pants, swimming suits, sweats, underwear, power ranger costumes, etc. I believe they even made the journey to church a time or two. They stunk, but he loved them anyway. It was a match made in heaven. We have home video of him in the hot sweltering sun in July, riding his bike, pulling tricks, all the while pedaling vigorously in his trusty grey moon boots. It is one of my favorite home movies. His boots met their demise that fall outside Taylor's preschool when Zachary threw up on them. I refused to clean their already, what I believed, stinky existence (and I had tried on many unsuccessful attempts to get rid of them). They got thrown out. Chuck in the trash like no body's business. Taylor cried. Well, this memory came flooding back to me today when I slipped on my own new pair of favorite shoes...........................uh actually boots......................uh...............actually moon boots.

I have lived in them this winter. I mean actually lived in them. I wear them in the house, in the car, to the store, out to dinner, in the snow, at parties etc. I even wear them without socks, just like Taylor used to. I haven't worn them to church yet, but to be quite honest I have been tempted on more than one occasion. They are dirty. They stink. They are not in fashion. They don't impress. But, they are dang comfortable. And if Zach decides to throw up on these babies well, lets just say...............I will reach for the Clorox and do nothing short of CPR to revive these bad boys. The guilt of not doing the same for Taylor's boots is consuming. I think Taylor was on to something at age four, that I have learned at age 30 (ouch that hurts to say thirty)- Moon Boots ROCK!!!! They are the bomb. They make you happy. They are always comfortable, your feet are always warm. And if your toes are warm and your heart is happy then who cares what your feet smell like right?.............................Right! So for all of you who keep up with the latest fashion trends put me on the worst dressed list, throw a bar over my face and use me as an example of what not to wear, I don't care. Because, right now I am shopping online for swimsuits that coordinate with my trusty, comfortable, moon boots. See you at the pool!

Move over Mr. Bubbles

Mr Bubbles............................................

Eat YOUR Heart out!!!