Livin’ Life On The Lamb

M I L K

Milk. That’s the word of the day. Gila Man has said it about 600 times in the past 2 days because I forgot to buy it and then WE forgot to buy it and we had to tell Mr. B that we were out of milk.

M I L K

Except that Gila Man doesn’t say “milk”. He says “melk”. Like “melt” but with a “k” on the end. It’s ok that he ldrinks out of the carton, that he puts the dishes in the sink without rinsing them, that he wears his clothes for DAYS on end before he feels that those clothes have earned a spot in the dirty clothes hamper. Actually, these things bug me too, though I can deal with them. I do deal with them. But the “melk” thing, man, that’s just going TOO far!

Just thought I’d vent a little. Thanks.

What’s up with the crack-head snowflakes on my blog? Where did they come from? I shore didn’t pick them…this is a conspiricy…I’ll get to the bottom of this…but first I’m gonna go to bed.

Well, it happened. The tell-tale sign of the beginning of summer: I got burnt. BAD. For some reason, I can’t just gradually tan throughout the summer. I’ve got to get that really bad, miserable, I-totally-just-want-to-die-please-find-some-way-to-sleep-without-laying-on-my-back burn, and then I might, MIGHT, get some color by the end of October. Highly unlikely, but everyone has their dreams, right?

During the week when I work out, Mr. B has to go see the babysitter in the gym for an hour or two. We’ve had our good days and our bad days with him going to see the sitter, but he has been a golden child since I started bribing him with “Swim Fridays”. If he’s good all week and uses his manners and shares the toys and uses nice words and does other nearly impossible things for a three-year-old, we bring our swimmies and our snacks and splash away for an hour or two. Thing is, I go to work out at 8 a.m., so we are in the pool by 9:15 and out by 10:30 or so.

Today, we (girls from the mom’s group and I) were supposed to meet at 10 a.m. to swim and have a picnic lunch - fun, huh? But I was late. 45 minutes late to be exact. What?!? I HAD to stop and get a Dr. Pepper at the gas station because, hello? Swimming and soda pop? It’s like, you know…it’s just like those other things that go together…like…ok, fine. Like peas and carrots, all right? Then they are re-paving the freeway and I was stuck in traffic also. Blah, blah, blah, huh?

Soooo…10:45 until we ate at 12:00. Then a little break and back in the pool we went. Mr. B had two layers of SPF 60 on, but I just quickly sprayed some SPF 15 on and away I went. You can actually see where the sunscreen hit and where it didn’t. I have two white patches on my shoulders where the sunscreen was, a white line where my suit went, and a HUGE patch of red accross my back.

I feel like I’ve been cooked. Just thought I’d let you know that I might not be able to sit up to post for a few days. Besides, there sure isn’t much going on in my life right now anyway. Except for the stimulus check. That was an exciting way to start the day. But that’s all for now. Hope everyone else’s summer is off to a wicked good start like mine!!

Well, when we bought this house and went to turn on the utilities, we found out that the whole house it entirely electric. This gave us a great discount on our electric bill and makes for really fast heating, cooling and cooking also.

We have been doing really well with keeping the bill down, but last month it jumped up to $145.00. That is the very highest bill we’ve had. Granted last month was a COLD month, but we knew we had to change a few things. We turn off lights, fans, the stove, and just be very aware of what electronics we have on. We’ve also opened the windows during the day to keep the house nice and cool.

I have changed a few habits as well; because we have those really great LED nightlights in every room, I rarely have to turn on any lights when I, say, go into our bathroom to brush my teeth. I have been doing this for a month now and never had a mishap.

Ahem, all I have to say is that I yelled at Gila Man to never, EVER put his tube of hydrocortisone cream on the same shelf as MY toothpaste ever again.

What a price to pay to keep the freakin’ bill down. YUK!!!

Hello out there?!?! Mean people? You suck.

I got my first negative remark on my blog today! I think it was written by a 4 or 5 year old; what with all the spelling and gramatical errors, I think it was just plain silly. I’m obviously NOT going to post it, cuz I wouldn’t want to embarras any-jerk-body named kat (Not like Chassy Cat, who TOTALLY ROCKS, btw).

You know you’re making your mark on the world when people start telling you what a bad job your doing on your own freakin project. Cuz they had the choice to sit down and read the darn thing…don’t like it? don’t read it.

Hope everybody else except grumpy kat is having a great weekend!!

Yep, that’s right. Rice Crispy Treats are my very, VERY favorite dessert. I know it’s silly and even ridiculous next to all the tasty desserts that are out there, but it’s these tried and true treats that are my fav.

I love them so much that I even attempted to make them WITHOUT PAM. You know, the cooking spray that keeps things from sticking to the pot? I buy mine at Costco, but the last time I made a Costco run I was in such a hurry that I forgot to pick up the 8-can case (ok, it’s a three can case, but they are huge cans and they last us forever).

Without Pam, I feel lost. It’s a pain to make spaghetti, or soup, or eggs, or chicken or ANYTHING!! But I was feeling desperate. I’m at the end of my pack of pills, I’ve switched medications, my husband was playing with Mr. B in the garage, and I knew it was now or never. So I rushed around the kitchen gathering marshmallows, butter, Rice Crispies, and a pot. In went the butter, then went the marshmallows. I stirred and stirred and stirred, but the marshmellows still stuck to the bottom. Slowly, at first, but then more and more and more started to stick. I started to scrape. Stick and scrape, stick and scrape. I just wanted the marshmallows to melt so I could mix them with the crunchy crispies and eat them, for cryin’ out loud!! Stick and scrape, stick and scrape.

As the stench of scorched marshmellows wafted through our little home, Hele came in to find me frantically trying to mix the few cups of marshmallows that were’nt burnt with the little bit of crispies that could be mixed in.

Hovering over the gooey concoction, I looked at him and said, “Hey, these are MINE!”

“No problem!” he replied, “Doesn’t smell like anything I’d wanna eat anyway.”

So I ate the three or four bites of what I could salvage, but for some reason, when there’s nobody there to compete with, it kinda takes all the glory out of the triumph.

After spending the ENTIRE day outside on Monday preparing the front yard for the holes that needed to be dug for the trees we just bought and getting sunburned pretty badly, I started using sunscreen on my face so I wouldn’t have to go through any pain again. Then Tuesday, I was having a rough night and was lonely and waiting for my hubby to get home when I found a package of oreo cookies. Now, I didn’t eat the whole thing, I just ate half, because when I was done with the package (and the two cups of 2% milk - not fat free!), there was half of the tops of the oreo sitting next to me on the floor. Ahem…needless to say, my face ain’t lookin all that great.

Then comes the call. From my good friend Jeanette. I have a few questions about her upcoming wedding. She answers them. Then she asks one of her own: “Will you be in the wedding?”
“YOUR wedding?” I ask, incredulously.
“Well of course MY wedding, silly!”
“Um, well, sure. I mean if you’re sure you WANT me in your wedding, I would LOVE to be in your wedding!”
“Do you have a black dress?” she asks.
“Sure.” I reply (it’s my ugly frumpy FUNERAL dress, but I’m not gonna tell her that)
“That is so great!! See you the day after tomorrow!” She says excitedly and hangs up.

So now I have to go find a decent black dress to wear to the wedding. This sounds like fun to me, if I can get away without Noah and Helaman and actually SHOP, ya know?

So I set the boys up with dinner and head to Ross. Because, hello? We don’t just have the money to run out and buy random new dresses from wherever new black dresses are sold! Sheesh. Upon entering Ross, I immediately find the rack with the dresses on it. LOTS of dresses. LOTS of black dresses. Not very many MODEST black dresses.

Some of you might say, “Who cares? You’re just going to a wedding, just wear the sleeveless/lowcut/highcut/see through/hoochie momma dress!”, right? But I have a VERY, VERY firm belief that I should wear what I would want my daughter to wear (should I ever, ever get pregnant and by some miracle have a little girl). That I don’t need to show off my body in order to feel good about myself. So I have to keep searching, and searching, and searching. And I am not having any luck finding a decent black dress for the wedding. I start to get so desperate that I start to pray. Really! I’m praying to my Heavenly Father that if we need to be modest and not walk around half naked then he needs to (pretty, pretty, please) throw me a bone here!

Naturally, when I am sure all hope is lost and I will have to wear Ugly Betty’s Frump Girl Outfit to the wedding, I find it. A black dress. With sleeves. Down to my knees. But a little low cut. All I have to do is head to the junior’s section to find a black tankie to go underneath it and, voila! A cute, modest dress to wear to a semi-formal event that I won’t feel embarassed about when I see the pictures afterward. Worth the time? Oh, of course. I mean, wouldn’t I (someday) want my daughter to understand the pricipals that I believe in and put in a little effort to what she chooses to wear? Of course!

Now about my son going pee in other people’s backyards…..