LOOKING....LOOKING.....

I an so in love with Diet Mt. Dew. I'm looking for caffiene free diet Mt. Dew. I called my local Maceys grocery store, only the Maceys in Utah County carry this......why (?) there are people in other counties that want to drink Diet Mt. Dew for supper and still sleep at night.

I did find out that Wally World carries it. I cannot in good conscience spend my hard earned $$ there. Harmony told me she would purchase it for me......same thing, my $$ going into their coffers. Anyone out there finding this at their grocery stores. I've Checked Reams, Smiths and Harmons......no luck. I guess a trip to Lehi is in my future.

It's Great to be Eight...

This guy had a birthday in August...................I'm so very behind in my blogging.  I like to read everyone elses ......and not do my own. So Little Sir Isaac.....although he's not so little,  we should just call him "Sir Isaac" had a big milestone birthday.

He loves the weather and all things weather related.  His Grandma Sharlene (who is an awesome graphic designer along with loads of other talented areas......I sort of hate her) made this incredible book about weather.  She could probably get it printed if there wasn't that nasty business of copyright laws........

I took lots of pictures because it was so incredible.....he will love this for years to come.

I sort of need some help getting pictures into my posts in the right order......he had a "Secret Agent" party with his friends......secret passwords and scavenger hunts....ect.  We use the left over plates.

More of the awesome weather book......I might want one for myself.

Ending with cake and ice cream.......woo-hoo Lttle Eight Year Old Mr. Mr.

Nobody knows the truffles I've seen..............

Ummmmmm…………these are the best truffles to cross my lips.  I have one sitting in a drawer in my desk. Waiting……waiting…….for just the right moment.  These should never be gobbled up, they need to be savored.  A tiny nibble at a time, letting the smooth chocolaty goodness cover your tongue and taste buds. Eyes closing, lips mmmmming and after it’s gone, you realize that you have a new favorite indulgence.  I prefer the almond truffles, but the mint is also good.  There are orange and raspberry flavors.  I purchased a white chocolate one……not my fav…..in fact I didn’t even finish it, I threw most of it away.  I’m to a place in my life (size in particular) that if I’m going to consume some empty calories, they should be worth it……not just something to cram in my pie-hole. 

FRIDAY, FRIDAY, FRIDAY IS MY FAVORITE DAY

Friday………..finally………….why does Friday take so long to roll around and Monday shows up way before I’m ready. This is my week:

Monday at about noon-ish, I’m still at work but I have great plans for when I get home: Ok, I think to myself and make a mental list of what I will do ujpon arriving home: I’ll mop the floors, do a load of laundry, make banana bread out of the over-ripe bananas on the cupboard (this will also get rid of my fruit fly invasion) Grill some chicken for “The Salad” (if you don’t know what “The Salad” is then…..ask. When the dishes are finished (this chore is Boyd’s, I cook he cleans) I will possibly organize the junk drawer.

What actually happens……………I get home, I water the back lawn, I water the plants on the deck….only because it HAS to get done. We scrounge something for supper, and I stumble into the bedroom and read some stupid “light fuff” novel that is on the nightstand, then I stagger into the shower, and crawl into bed and ago to sleep, thinking……..I’ll get a good night’s sleep and tomorrow I’ll really hit it hard when I get home.

Tuesday at about noon-ish, I;m still at work and think that I’ll get done what I had planned for Monday and add a couple of items, then……when I get home, I do what I HAVE to do and tell myself that Saturday will be the day that I get stuff done, and so the week goes.

So, When Saturday gets here I have a long list of things to do (sleeping in is always on the Saturday list) so Saturdays are never as productive and I want. I keep thinking that things will get done in my “retirement years”. Who knows.