get a life, woman!

OMG!
I have a facebook friend with whom I was swapping funny tartan information with. I told him he was lucky to have a family tartan, because, well, we don't have one.
My sister-in-law, Erida, (My arch nemesis) happens to be friends with him as well.
She responds to MY correspondence with this guy with a comment: "I just love our family tartans, the MacNeils and the Campbell's, from my mother's side."
AS IF I DIDN'T FREAKIN' KNOW THAT BIATCH! It's painfully obvious she's trying to inform me of something, as she considers herself the keeper of the family information.
Mark chooses not to wear those family tartans for a few different reasons, not the least of which is that his family has told him he is no longer a part of them as long as he is married to me.
So, me being the gentle, polite, loving and kind soul that I am wrote a note and reminded her that we don't belong to her family, and therefore do not qualify to wear those tartans.
(yea, yea, yea, I know, anyone can wear any tartan they want, but we don't need her to really know that now, do we???)

Bring on Menopause

I don't (always) enjoy being a girl.
Especially when it involves being... womanly.
Let's just say that bloodclots the size of baseballs are my enemy, not my friend.
and in the midst of it all I get to discover there isn't a square inch of toilet paper left in my house. NO WHERE.
With a husband out of town, it is therefore left to me to remedy the situation, even though I'm in no shape to do so, and the fool has left me with $0, and I have to search the children's rooms for quarters and dimes to buy some.
My euphoria over the "toilet cleaning" scenario no longer exists. The man is back on my hit list.
I'm thinking I should throw a baseball at him.

Nothing says I love you like a clean toilet

My mantra for years has been: "Nothing says I love you like a clean toilet!" (thank you Flylady)
You'd think someone in my household would pick up on this after a few YEARS of saying this.
Well, finally a miracle has come to pass.
Before my husband left for Wyoming, he scrubbed my toilets, and left me a note that says: I love you so much I cleaned the toilets.
What a romantic guy.
I'd take pictures and show you, but I don't want you to be jealous.

Crockpot Enchiladas

1 lb. ground beef (I leave this out sometimes. I don't love to eat a lot of meat.)
1 med. onion sauteed
1/2 tsp Adobo seasoning (you can use garlic salt instead)
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper
4 flour tortillas
1 10 oz can red enchilada sauce
1 can Rotel tomatoes and green chiles, undrained
2 cups shredded cheese (cheddar, mozzarella, a mexican blend, whatever you have on hand.)

In a bowl, combine ground beef, onion, adobo seasoning, salt and pepper. In another bowl, mix the Rotel and enchilada sauce. Place 2 tortillas in the bottom of the slow cooker. Place half of the following in layers over the tortillas: meat, sauce mixture, and cheese. Repeat layers. Cook on low for 4-5 hours.


A fun variation: use shredded chicken and green enchilada sauce instead of ground beef and red sauce. I'd actually cut out the tomatoes/green chiles and use 2 cans of green sauce.

I hope you enjoy!

cooler weather, cooler tempers

Heat really brings out the anger in me. I cannot be bothered with cheerfulness when I'm hot. I just don't have the energy nor the desire to do so. The last few days have been lovely in the weather department, and with that my temper has cooled off as well. I'd say my children are quite pleased. For me, however, I have quite enjoyed the cooler temps by getting something done that I have long put off. Sleep. That's right. The last few days I have slept through the night, at least 10 hours at a stretch and I have managed to put in a few naps that have been over 2 hours long. I feel like a new woman.
Now, if we can just convince mother nature to not go back to the heat...

birth of a caber bunny

It's official. The Caber Bunnies (me and Abby... still waiting for Lorri to follow suit) will make their first appearance at the Cache Valley Scottish Games.
I just hope I don't make a complete dork of myself when I'm there, because my muscles are regretting my choice already.

a day to myself

Taking advantage of unemployment, Mark has taken the children to the mountains today. This is a two-fold blessing. One, he always complains that he doesn't get to spend enough time in the mountains, and two, he always complains that he doesn't get to spend enough time with the children. Two birds, one stone.
Kind soul that he is, he also has allowed me a day at home to suffer alone in the heat, rather than dealing with others who are also resigned to a similar fate as I. I hope he remembered to take the camera.