Pesto and Sauce. . . . . . . .

A couple of months ago Isaac and I planted some Basil. . . . . . .

And some Oregano. He wrote on the containers
the names of the plant. Each Sunday we would go
out an check their growth.

Last Sunday we picked basil leaves to dry.

All these leaves dried fit into this jar.
When Isaac comes tomorrow he can
take the jar home for his mom to use
in her sauce.

Now I need to make some pesto
to freeze with the rest.

I wish everything was as easy as
these to grow!

Must haves. . . . .

This is something I DON'T' have but want

This is something I DO have.
I love her.
I know I've sung her praises - alot.
I rode her today to work.
It was a perfect morning when I left.
It was 53 degrees.
I had to wear a fleece jacket.
Even then, I had a bit of a chill
by the time I reached hell---I mean work.
A bit of helmet hair - who cares.
Who in hell - I mean work - am I wanting to impress.
No one, that's who.
Coming home - no jacket -spectacular.
I think everyone should commute on one of these.
It would be a much better world.
AMEN.
Also, I just come in from watering out back.
It is a perfect evening.
It is a mere 79 degrees.
I didn't even hate pulling weeds.
I swear. . . . . .starting you day off
with a 17-mile ride on something you
absolute LOVE is a great way
to start your day, and leaves you in
a good mood all day.
AMEN.

I mean HALLELUJAH.

Relief (?)

How DE-Lish was the rain last night?
Alex and I went out on
the back lawn and we danced
the ever-populare Rain Dance!
We sang. . . . . .
If all the Raindrops were
lemon drops and gum drops
Oh what a world it would be
I'd stand outside with my mouth
open wide
singing Uh.Uh.Uh.Uh.Uh.Uh.Uh.Uh.Uh.
Isaac didn't want to
dance with us, he was
afraid he might melt (ha)
I was thrilled to see it
was only 54 degrees when I
woke up this morning.
I've really suffered with
the heat this summer. It has
put a damper on my "fun-O-meter"

A couple of things. . . well 3

This little "Bug" will be a "kindergarten Baby born in the gravy"
today (Thursday) I know she's nervous
but I'm sure everything will be ok.
(famous last words)
Have fun Buglie

These (2) boys have been gone for a week
Sunday wasn't the same without them.
I'm always missing a mad game
of Chutes and Ladders,
hurry home!
Be safe.

You know you're old when . . . . .

This is Mr. Boyd.
Boyd is getting ready to go
to a butt-rocker concert
at the Usana Amphitheater.
Notice that on the table
next to him is a bottle
of ibuprofen (he took 800 mg)
And. . . . .
a pair of ear-plugs!!
I told him if he
saw some hot chicks
to take the earplugs
out . . . .
they might look like
hearing-aids and
that would
definitely show his age.
(Because face it,
Boyd doesn't think his
gray hair is a
tip off!)

When he returned

home at 12:45 a.m.

he was tired.

He informed me that there

was a time that he would

have enjoyed it more,

but at this point in his

life he would not

have paid money to see

it. (Boyd didn't actually

buy the tix, he

went with Darrin.

Darrin didn't by the

tix either, his wife

purchased them,and I sure

she didn't want to

go herself, so pawned

them off as a "gift")

Traffic I can handle. . . . . .

Let's see, it all started Saturday afternoon. Boyd and I went to get massages. The massages were great but I woke up Sunday with a little stiffness in my back. Sometimes I have them go with the deep-tissue massage and I did on my back. . . .a little. So that's how it started. Massage. Then I go to Church on Sunday and I'm the chorister in the Primary. It's very energetic and sometimes sucks out all of my. . . . whatever my thing is, like I come out all weak and tired and sweaty. Anyway, Boyd has saved us a chair in the very back of the chapel (we exist in a self-imposed exile of the ward) It was a missionary farewell, so we give up our padded seats to a family that looked like they were there for the farewell and we took some hard, metal folding chairs in the back of the auditorium. They are so extremely uncomfortable, I was antsy the entire meeting. We actually made a dash for the door during the closing song. So from massage, to primary, to hard folding chair, are you following? Next we picked up Jason's Uncle Barry, who is visiting her ex-wife that lives on our street (that is a entire story for another day) and we took Uncle Barry with us in my 1995 Honda Accord (her name is Alice) and she has no AC and we drove downtown (with the windows down on the freeway, it was hot, windy and loud - cause I forgot to say my muffler is shot too) to Trolley Square and met "The Galbisos" (that is not an Italian hit-mob,) for dinner. We ate at the Rodizio Grill - an "all you can eat" establishment. So, of course I loose any semblance of self-control I have convinced myself that I have. I eat WAY too much. By the time we get home, I'm miserable, from sitting with a too-full tummy, trying to suck it in because it just wants to hang over the waist of my pants (Oh, I forgot to say that I wore a pair of jeans fresh out of the dryer, so they extra tight - especially around the waistband) So my back that was hurting to start with is really hurting, my tummy is churning and I just want to vomit, or fart or poo or something that will make the full-ness go away. We get home (at 8:30 which is waaaayyy past my bedtime, but there is no way I can go to bed with what I have in my tummy) and I start watering lawns and doing laundry thinking that if I moooove (not a spelling error, I felt as big as a bovine) around I will start to feel better. Evidently I was moaning and groaning and being a real PIP. So as I'm getting ready to go to bed, my dear sweet Boyd says "I'm giving you a muscle relaxer to take, you always have a hard time sleeping on Sunday nights, take it it will make you feel better." Well, who am I to pass up an opportunity to get a good nights sleep. So I pop that baby in my mouth at about 10:00 p.m., and about an hour later I take my ambien. What a combo, I know what it means to "sleep like the dead". To make a long story short - well not short because it's already long. I'll wind things up. I slept great, I woke up feeling refreshed - at 9:00 a.m. I slept thru my alarm, did not go walking (I meet my friend and we walk for 1 hour every morning - that I show up) and decided to drive Benny to work. Once again I'm reminded that there are crazy people driving the "mean streets" and I was in the midst of them. But, I arrived at work with nothing worse that a bad case of "helmet hair" I promptly clipped it back, and started to work. Now I just need to make it back home! So if you lost track it went like this: massage = sore back = going to church with sore back = make back more sore with bad seating = go to dinner with The Galbisos = eating too much = more discomfort to my back = whining to my husband about my sore back = him giving me a muscle relaxer = sleep like the dead = wake up late = decide to take the scoot to work = life and death on the road = bad hair day = needing to drive back home on the scoot among the above mentioned crazies on the road. In case you were wondering if there was a moral to this story, there isn't. It's just a story!! My stupid massage, bad-back, eat-too-much, take good med's, get good sleep, ride to work story.

The end.

My Butt itches. . . . .

Actually, nothing is making
my but itch.
I'm feeling a sense of
calm and well being.
(Except for the
hot flashes)
Hope all is well in your world.

When Heaven becomes Hell. . . . . . . . . . .

I woke up last night at midnight - naked!
(I went to bed with undies on)
I forgot to say when I woke
up at midnight I was SWEATING!
I turned on the AC.
(BTW my RM Power bill last month was $209.00
an all-time high)
I woke up again at 3:00 a.m.
Still naked (I didn't remedy that
from the midnight sweats)
Still sweating, but the
AC was off. . . . so I turned it on.
Up again at 4:30 - sweating
Turned on the AC.
Alarm went off at 5:07.
Bad headache (I'm sure from
dehydration)
Called Val. . . . informed her
I would not be walking with her today.
Took 800 mg of Ibuprofen and
returned to bed, after I turned on
the AC. . . . .again.
Started to think that maybe hell will
be one ETERNAL hot flash.

MEATLOAF MONDAY MOVED. . . . .

Not this meatloaf.

This meatloaf.

It's was going to be meatloaf Monday.

But someone brought home

pizza to throw the week off.

So, the meatloaf

is now Tuesday.

This will throw off my

Taco Tuesday,

And Wacky Wednesday.

Actually, I don't fix the same

thing each day, that would

be sort of "Rainman"ish.

I have some OCD's

but not that bad yet.

What to eat with my

meatloaf-muffins?

Salad. . . . . . .

um. . . . . . . . . .

Definite Rambling!

Friday, Friday, Friday is my favorite day.

I woke up this morning with many things

running thru my pea-sized intellect that I wanted to

accomplish this weekend!!
1- Go to be early tonight (promise)
2- Sleep in tomorrow (how D-Lish)
3- Make a menu for next week’s suppers

(we’ve been eating not so good stuff for supper

this week thank you Boyd for not complaining. . . . . too loud)
4- Practice piano this weekend

(I made a resolution at the first of the

year to practice 30 min a week!!!)
5- Keep de-junking.

I purchased large bins,

I’ve cleared out an entire shelf

in a closet by just putting all my purses in

the bin to store

(Megan took 1 home to OKC

if you read this, keep it.

I don’t want it back!)
6- Since our “cubby” got flooded

and all my Christmas stuff was

stored in there,

I get to go thru it and toss what I

don’t use but have a hard time throwing.
7- Put (2) 40 gallon fish aquariums

on KSL.com to sell.
This list could keep growing. I haven’t been downtown to the farmer’s market yet this season. We’re going with some friends to Snowbird to ride the tram to the top and eat birthday cake and talk and WEAR OUR COATS!!

I have props to prepare for Primary

tomorrow. I have laundry and vacuuming

and mopping, and weeding, and, and and

the list is endless.

I know that the first (2) items on the list are self-defeating if I want to get a lot done, but, in all fairness, they were to first items to pop into my consciousness so I think they deserve serious consideration!! Being tired is still a big part of my life, I love to sleep. It has not always been this way, I used to pride myself on how little sleep I needed, and how much I could do. Those days are gone. I need sleep. I love sleep. I crave sleep. I think about when I can get in bed and go to sleep. I will trade many things to get my necessary zzzzzzz’s. I'm just a big ole ball of tired!!

BEHOLD THE GARAGE.....APPLIANCE GARAGE!

(de-junk part deux)

Before "Little Meg-Little Meg"

This was what my appliance garage
looked like inside. . . before.
The walls had been covered with
formica and when we removed
the formica and put in
the appliance garage
we didn’t cover the walls
thinking. . . . .
“who would see?”
Megan had the bright
idea to modge-podge
some scrapbook paper
on the walls.
We made a trip to
Pebbles In My Pocket
and found this paper that
was sort of “retro”
I loved it.
Megan did all the
work, measuring,
cutting, gluing, “podging”
This is the end result.
I love it!
Also. . . . . . I got rid
Of an old waffle iron
that I haven’t used
since I got my new one.
(de-junk)
I also got rid of a sandwich
maker/griddle thing-y
that I never use, because
I pull out my griddle.
(de-junk)
Actually I brought it to work
because you cannot make
a grilled cheese sandwich in
a microwave.
The only complaint come
from Boyd
a.k.a “Grumpy”
when he was shown the
inside “Tah-DAh!”
he said:
“Looks like Megan needs
something to do!” in that
oh so snarky way he has!!

I don't care what he says

I love the beautification of my

ugly corner

UN-CLUTTER... DE-JUNK

Megan is gone.
She left me with the desire
to de-junk.
She is a "throw-it-away" kinda gal.
I'm a "what if I need it later" kinda lady.
Sadly, I de-junked
a few things into her possession.
(2) dolls that Hannah wanted.
(once I showed them to her)
A pillow that Hannah wanted.
(again, I showed it to her)
***please see side note at
bottom of the post***
A set of bowls that I didn't
use all that often, but liked
them just the same.
(I love the space they left
in my cupboard better)
Yeah! a new life in OKC, if they
find their way to the "round-file"
I never have to know! They
can live on in my memory. *sigh*
Today is Wednesday, garbage collection day.
Empty Garbage cans that can be filled.
I can hardly wait.

***Isaac comes to my home on
Sunday's. Nearly every week he
comes and shows me something that
he wants to take home. Mostly I
say no, because there are things
he will want to play with later.
But. . . . I may be persuaded to
let some of the go in the future.