butter.

Sometimes when you live in Utah, you get asked to make butter from whipping cream in a jar, and agree to prance around in frumpy pioneer clothing.

Then you spend the whole next day staring at said butter in your fridge and trying to negotiate any and all reasonable things to eat it on because it is that delicious. And because you don't want to be that freak that eats butter straight out of a jar with a spoon.

I gotta get out of here.

lessons learned.

• ".....Why does Michael Bay get to keep on makin' movies......?"
• Popular week to kick the bucket - MJ, Farrah, and Ed. Boo.
• Apparently a perfect Father's day involves new clothes, and the eating of lots of meat.
• Day 5 of 5 hours of sleep or less for no apparent reason. I'm wondering how long insanity and or death from sleep deprivation takes.
• Mom in town=being spoiled, 24/7 babysitter, and hella good food. Ah.
• Finding someone that's good to do your hair is worth its weight in gold. Whatever that is.
  
• A lot of things drive me nuts. One such thing is when the spouse is sick, but refuses to take medicine. I don't want to talk about it.
  

lessons learned.

• Port-a-crib = bane of my existence.
• I'm too ADD an immature for yoga.
  
• Boise Zoo is legit - it has a giraffe. And lots of people wearing next to nothing that maybe shouldn't be.
  
• Sometimes taking a break from working out and eating whatever I want is the best idea ever.
  
• Get to the point of exhaustion where everything is hilarious, is the only kind of exhaustion I'm on board for.
  
• I just heard a commercial for a talk show asking, "How old is too old to father a child?" If you have to ask yourself that - I think you already know the answer.
• If you are ever on a plane with me and PG, I understand if we cannot be friends.
  
  

museums.

Last week we went to the Museum of Ancient Life (aka the Dino Museum) again - this time with D's cousin Rob's family, and sister Kristen's family. A good time was had by all. Especially since others watched my kid, while D and I hung out with the twins and niece.A few days later we went to the Children's Discovery Museum in SLC. It was raining, school's out, so there were approx. 1 million children in attendance + one claustrophobic me. There was so much for PG (and D) to do, it was amazing. UNTIL I looked over and saw one of the museum workers walking around with a tarantula in his hand. This was about 10 minutes before we were about to leave, so needless to say I was maxed out. I jumped and yelled "Why? This is a museum for children, why would you have that out?"....."D! This guy has a freaking tarantula, we are leaving now"....."Kids, this guy has a giant disgusting spider - who wants to see that?" etc. etc. So angry.

One of PGs favorite exhibits....Fans you can throw stuff on and watch it go.

lessons learned.

• Its always a wrestling match to get my kid in jammies. After the wrestling match on Tues. he bolted for the tub which only half drained, and climbed on in. Much yelling ensued.
  
• If you think we're too good to rent Fired Up, you'd be dead wrong.
• Swimmy swammy lessons in 60 degree rainy weather is totally ideal.
  
• After six years of marriage, D let me pick the curtains. Victory is oh so sweet - and colorful.
• Does anyone remember Skipper's/Long John Silver's joints? I don't remember ever eating there, but when I travel I'll occasionally see an empty building with a giant anchor in front and think, I bet it was a good idea on paper......
• After 4 days of getting up at 5 am, the kid has resumed his 8am wake up call (he even threw in a 9-er once). But I think its all part of a plan - he's doing it to keep me on my feet. Any day now a 5am-er could happen again. Which makes me shutter. I mean, that's totally something I would do.
  
• 2 museums were visited this week. Admission total for a family of 3......$56.00. At one museum I yelled at a guy, so it might possibly be worth it. Well, if you can keep my toddler entertained for 3 hours, its definitely worth it.
• Headed to B-town next week. Good times should be had.
  

baio.

I've been busy, so I'll just say this.

The other day I drove by a sign that read "Congrats 2009 BAIO Graduates". I spent all day thinking about a school dedicated to the life and teachings of one Mr. Scott Baio. Charles in Charge trivia, Happy Days theme sing offs - American Idol style, and perhaps a thesis on horrible reality TV shows. You know, the works. 

I drove by that sign again yesterday, only to see that it actually read "BAO". Oh well. A girl can dream.

Also - if you click on the Mr. Scott Baio link above, you'll discover a website banner with Baio seducing you with his bad facial hair, and "one too many buttons unbuttoned" shirt - so watch out. Really? Really.

lessons learned.

• So, I totally thought that the band member from Dave Matthews Band that passed away was the violinist, but he looks the same. So they either found the violinists British twin, or in reality it was the saxophonist. I'll let you make the call.
  
• Finally found a swimmy suit that will keep the girls in place. Shade, the general swimming community thanks you.
  
• Migraines blow. Migraines that hit at 4 am are the worst thing ever. EVER.
  
• Conan, I love you.
• Retail therapy exists, and it works.
  
• When Matt Lauer is using his jackassery for good instead of evil, I like the results - but I still don't like him.....take that Spencer Pratt.

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twin falls.

MIA? Perhaps. For those of you that care, here's the beginning of our crazy week. If you don't,
I understand and don't blame you. And.....scene:

Last week we embarked on a film shoot of a lipo-suction in glamorous Twin Falls, ID. I kid, kid, kid you not. Obviously PG and I had some time on our hands while D was filming, so we went on a little hike down Snake River Canyon, (and no we didn't make it to Evel Knievel's jump site). But we did manage to squeeze in some swimming and a visit with my friend Danielle. Pretty good times.

Unfortunately, the one night we were there was the one of the worst night's sleep I've ever had. EVER. To sum it up - it was all PG's fault. He finally gave up protesting bed at 10pm. I went to sleep about 11:30 pm. He woke up at 2 am - freaking out. I tried putting him back to sleep in his porta crib, no go. Around 3 am I decided to put the porta crib away, and just have him sleep next to me on the extra sleeper sofa (a new venture). He circled around like a cat for HOURS. I'd nod off, and then wake up from a slap to the face, or a kick in the back from one drunk baby. Around 5:30 am, while cursing my life - I changed him, gave him a fresh bottle and a 1/2 dose of Benadryl. He was out in 2 seconds. But still flopped around like a fish for the time he did sleep. Basically I was huddled on 1% of the bed while PG selfishly took the remaining 99%. Kill me now.