Sego Lily Bogger Contest

Sego Lily Day Spa is having a contest for the ultimate blogger. The winner receives a spa treatment every month for a year and gets to blog about it. What a great idea!! This sounds like the perfect job for me. Here's to hoping that this is the winning entry!

Mommy Needs a Time Out

On any given day, I find myself muttering the same words: "Mommy needs a time out." As the mother of twin toddlers it is rare to get a moment of peace. Even my bathroom breaks are interrupted by four little hands banging on the door, anxiously awaiting my return so that they can wrap their sticky little fingers around mine and pull me in different directions. I know how important it is to take time for oneself. But often times it seems like that is an impossible feat.

For instance, one day I decided to indulge myself with a long, hot bath while the twins were napping. When I walked in the bathroom, I found this: My unread magazine ripped to shreds and thrown in the tub. "Mommy needs a time out." I bet Sego Lily Day Spa doesn’t have magazine pages floating around in the healing waters of their tubs. Just aromatic, vegan bath salts. Ooooh. . .I think I can feel them effervescing already!

Another day—as I was quickly trying to moisturize, pluck and apply a dash of makeup—my dynamic duo somehow managed to tip the mirror in our bedroom over. It hit the bedpost, shattered and landed on top of my little girl. Thankfully, she came away unscathed. Scared, but unscathed. “Mommy needs a time out.” I can’t think of a better way to spend that time out than receiving Sego Lily’s Signature Facial from a licensed aesthetician. An entire hour dedicated to nourishing and rejuvenating my skin? That’s unheard of. In fact, I don’t think anyone has told me that my skin glowed since my honeymoon.

And speaking of my wonderful husband. . .
All day long I look forward to sitting down to dinner and having and adult conversation with him. More often than not, however, our dinner conversation is served with a side of text messages and phone calls from his job. The constant clicking of his fingers on the keys is one of my biggest stressors. Sometimes I feel like I am the mother of twin toddlers and a teenage son! "Mommy needs a time out. With Daddy." "Are you ready to order sir?" "Yes, the lady will start off with the cell-phone free halls of Sego Lily Day Spa. And for our main course, we will have a tandem massage in the new Couple’s Suite."

I have many goals and dreams for my life. One is to keep my sanity in the wake of twin toddlers. Another is to establish some credibility as a freelance writer. And, of course, I would love to have my own personal cabana boy to rub me down when I’m tense, feed me frozen grapes and fan me with palm leaves. Sadly, I will probably never attain the latter. Winning the Sego Lily Day Spa Blogger Contest, however, would be almost as good (if not better) because I could kill two birds with one of their Rocky Mountain Stone Massages, so to speak. I find writing very therapeutic. So having the opportunity to not only enjoy some of the most luxurious treatments from Sego Lily’s menu of services, but also write about my experience will help me keep my sanity and build my writing resume. And that, my friends, is why I should be the Sego Lily Blogger!

March Madness

It’s official! Selection Sunday has arrived and the upsets are just around the corner. Andy lives for March Madness. I remember one year when he had to work on Selection Sunday. I called him at work and held the phone up to the TV so that he could hear in real time where the teams were seeded. His enthusiasm got me hooked as well. We are both very excited to see how the tournament unfolds each year.

I’m just hoping that we can enjoy the games a little more this year than we did last year. Some of you may remember me talking about our Trip from Hell last year. I didn’t blog it because I just wanted to forget it ever happened. But time heals all wounds and I can laugh about it now. Quite a few of our friends and family traveled to Denver to watch some of the first round games. We had been looking forward to it for months! But our trip turned out to be totally crappy. Literally and figuratively. The twins were just 8-1/2 months old at the time. They didn’t seem to like their new environment the first 2 nights and cried and cried. I pulled maybe 2 hours of sleep each night. Then on Thursday, Makenzie rewarded me for staying home from the games with her by puking her butternut squash all over me. Less than 30 minutes later it was exploding out the other end. Friday it was my turn to puke. Friday night. . .Brayden's. And Saturday it caught up with Andy. So, needless to say, neither one of us could go to the games on Saturday. I didn't want to leave sick babies with a sitter and Andy could barely form a sentence. We gave one of our tickets to our nephew and the other to our friend Mandi who was going to babysit. Before the first game was even over, Andy's sister and and nephew threw up in the arena and had to come home. While they were being driven home, Andy's brother threw up at the arena. But he was stuck there because they only took one car. By Sunday night 9 out of the 15 people that were there had gotten sick. And they all blamed us because Makenzie was the first to get sick. Good times!

And, if that isn't bad enough. . .

On the way home, we stopped in Laramie for lunch. But my dear husband didn't want to fill up the car there because they didn't have a Conoco. I don't know why he is so loyal to Conoco, but he is. Anyway, he said we had enough gas to get to Rawlins. Which we would've if the wind wasn't blowing. But we had 45+ mph winds the whole way. So instead of getting 18 mpg, we only got about 10. Our gas light went on in the middle of no where! I have never been so stressed in my life. That's all we needed was to run out of gas in Wyoming with two sick babies in the car! Anyway, we kept driving and saw a sign for gas. So we got off the freeway in Arlington, WY. Ever heard of it? Me neither. But guess what? It was Easter and the gas station was closed. The sign said that the next services were 39 miles away. We knew we'd never make it that far so we called AAA. I was sooo mad! I think my tongue was bleeding from biting it so hard. But yelling at him wasn't going to make things any better. So we were sitting there waiting for AAA when a sheriff came along. He told us there was another gas station 12 miles up the road in some other Podunk town and gave us an escort there. Our tank holds 18 gallons and we pumped in 17.7. I could hear on the way there that the twins had filled their diapers, so I went inside to change them in the bathroom. Of course, there was no changing table so I had to change them on the floor. It didn't look like it had been mopped since 1974. When I went to wash my hands afterwards there was a big sign above the sink that said not to drink the water. Now tell me, if you can't drink it, how safe is it to wash your hands in it? GROSS!