Please. Stop. The Singing.

Rock of Ages

Who ever heard of it? Not I.

It's a day off from work, and where else would I be other than watching the Today show in hopes of a glimpse of Mattie-boy-Lauer.

And it's a day off from work, so hello, of course, he is not on today.

So I'm wandering around online, finding old, old boyfriends on facebook and on comes some horrific bit from Rock of Ages.

Even the dogs howled in desperation for their superior hearing had failed them during the Journey song.

Don't. Stop. Believing. OOH OOH OHOOOHAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!! (frantic, loud, barking)

That hurts. (the husband, who is working in the other room just said "Wow. They are horrible") (They are killing some of his favorite butt-rock songs, I can imagine this is twice the pain for him)

And it goes on and on and on and on.

Tell me about it.

Baby it's hot inside

Dear Husband,

I would like to thank you for getting our sweet daughter's fed and ready for school this morning. Monday mornings are really hard...especially when the night before ends with gin and limeade before bed and your wife hitting the snooze button for 50 minutes in the morning.

Believe me, I had a rough morning...ie: the above comment.

Today hit 90+ degrees, which is quite toasty.

Before you left the house, you did many things. Packed your lunch, made sure the girls had their lunches in their bags, teeth brushed, dogs contained in the bathroom. I am proud of you and I probably don't tell you nearly enough how proud of you I really am. It is hard to get kids out of the house in the morning. It is hard to get oneself out of the house in the morning.

You only forgot two things this morning.

The cat was still outside.

That's okay, there was the water bucket with the remaining waterballoons left over from yesterday's escapades for him to drink.

You did not turn one of the five ceiling fans on.

The upstairs was only 84 warm degrees and the air conditioner should be able to handle three straight hours of running non-stop.

I think that due to the sheer warmness of the Monday evening, we will have to go out and get dinner somewhere as I am too sleepy to do much of anything else.

Love, Carrie.

P.S. I am starving, so please come home soon.

xoxo

Rainy weekend

So I haven't updated or posted photos in a while... Amber, hint hint....and the last four, out of five weekends have been rainy. At least that is what the weather dorks have told me.

We went camping over S's Spring break and it was beautiful. The first day we went out hiking, we forgot about, uhm yeah, the sun and it's effect on skin, so three of us got a little burnt, but not too bad. It's hard to remember that when it's only 65, it is still sunny and you can get burnt. (duhhh)





Sherman has been on a roll lately too. The woman we adopted our dogs from did mention that dacshunds will eat and eat and eat, and she was not joking. Sherman got into the basement a few months ago and chewed through a hung up target bag, pulled out a bag of marshmallows (strawberry ones no less) and ate all but about nine, large marshmallows. They he proceeded to blow up. He didn't explode, but we were waiting.



He also knocked off an entire heaping bowl of catfood that we prepared for the cat over the camping adventure, consumed it, and then we drove for 5 hours in the car. When we reached said camping spot, he drank a bowl of water like it was going out of style and we literally watched his stomach expand to the point of popping. I took him out for a potty break and he threw up. Ewwww. He does moan, like he is miserable, when he does this and I just giggle. I can't help myself.
Some animals never learn.

ahhhh, finally!

The weekend is finally upon us, Hooray!

We've done soccer, some laundry and I've already fit in a run.

It's warm, sunny and downright beautiful.

Weekends could not be any better for the soul.

grrrrr....job....grrrrr

I just deleted it....because, yeah, well, it's public....duh.

I'VE HAD IT. DONE.

The moments that make sense.

There is nothing better than the sound of your own children squealing and laughing.

They were outside early in the day before we set out for our Easter adventure, and the husband was spraying down the patio as we have some crazy dog that still thinks it is appropriate to defecate there....even though there is NO SNOW...and the girls were just squealing and laughing just with the thought that they might get sprayed. Which they didn't. I had gone into the house moments earlier and just the sound of their laughter, wafting into the house brought a smile on my face and in my heart that has stayed close with me throughout the day.

Thank goodness, as thoughts of divorce could have taken over the sweet-children thoughts quite easily if only given the chance.

Scooper

I just received an email that someone was offering to scoop poop for two dogs for $8 dollars a week.


DO YOU KNOW HOW TEMPTING THAT IS?

I won't splurge for a maid. But someone to scoop poop?

Bring it on!

P.S.
To all of you living outside the state of Utah....feel blessed that a large bottle of Bombay Sapphire Gin roughly costs you $28.
In Utah it robs us of $40+

Here's a small shout-out to CS to bringing me back $150 dollars worth of booze from Vegas....
My sanity thanks you.