The Long Versions:

Monday: Went out for dinner and drinks in Highlands (not Ranch!) with Kath, and met one of her best girlfriends. Had a wunnerful time! The margaritas were kick ass, too. After securing a spot at a bar up the road, I got to see a presumably naked man walking around his apartment. First floor, right onto Main Street. So, if you need a peep show, head to Highlands and hope for the best.

Tuesday: I went to Red Rocks for the End of the Summer Bash with ClizBiz. After hiking up, standing in line, securing a good seat, we saw a U2 cover band - Under Blood Red Sky. They must've been having audio trouble. Either way, when asking the crowd how'd they done, someone yelled back, "Borrrrrrrrrrring!". And Lord, that struck us something funny. Some 'lucky folk', also, won a contest to be married on stage, in front of all the drunk, stoned and rowdy college kids at Red Rocks. Lucky them. While exchanging their vows, some guy yelled out, "Don't dooooooo it! I fisted her last week!" and other such things. Finally, they showed their "feature presentation", if you will, of Wedding Crashers. (get it? We were all the wedding crashers ...?) Watched the movie, laughed more, had a great time with my girl. Also, fell coming out of the place and have a giant bruise on my ass. You know you want me.

Wednesday: Silence.

Thursday: I started freaking out yesterday about sending my kid to preschool on Monday. What if he gets scared because he doesn't know anyone? What if he needs me and I can't get there? What if he's too shy to ask where the restrom is? What if he makes all new friends and forgets his mommy? I was a stupid, emotional wreck over my son going to PRESCHOOL. Sigh.

Also, last night, my husband had to operate on a six-year-old child. Which is highly unusual for him - he doesn't do much in the way of taking care of children, at all. He was able to repair what had to be fixed, and the little boy now has blood supply to his legs. It's not been determined if the little boy will ever get use of his legs again, though. Grandma was driving the car and he was secured only in the back with a lap belt (had a motor vehicle accident). So really, people: Secure your kids the way they are supposed to be secured, for as long as they are supposed to be secured. You never know what can happen.

Friday: Today ... I have to take my son to a 'meet and greet' at the new school. We'll meet his teacher, have ice cream and the Bug will get to meet classmates and play on the equipment. I will try to keep the tears in check. Good luck with that!! Gaaaaawd. And tonight, we are supposed to head out to my girlfriend's place for Redneck Party. I will blog more about that later, considering it's probably going to be one giant debacle complete with cat fights and hair pulling.

So, what have I learned this week?

That naked is good, but not always that sexy.

That while crying on the potty, my son will visably shake and his little weenie will also shake, and you will be showered with pee mid stream while you bend down to make sure he's okay. In a public restroom. And closing time.

That you should NOT wear flip flops to Red Rocks because they have no traction and you will fall, and bust ass.

That you will be annoyed by the 18-23 age group of young women, and you will turn into Grumpy HDW because you are tired of "like, OHMYGOD, so I said, NO FUCKING WAY, and so like, he said ..." and you will want to bang your head on a rock and pray you never sounded that dumb. Ever.

That when a giant thunderstorm comes rolling through, you will wake up, enjoy it, and think, "Man, I remember when these sorts of storms growing up". And you will remember running into your parent's room, "scared", but really - you just loved crawling in between your parents and snuggling up. It was safe there. And you will think, "I hope the Bug knows he is safe".

And then you will think of Preschool all over again and BAWL.

Also, that you never know just how good things are (even when they seem like SHIT!) until you hear of a story that makes you realize just how lucky you are. And then you will go into the bedroom of your sleeping child with your husband at midnight, and make sure he's okay. And watch this sleeping being and know everything you love in this world doesn't hold a candle to the love you have for that baby.

He's three. He's not 'a baby', but dammit, he's my baby forever.

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