So anyways, I'm off to girlz camp.
I'm sure there will be wireless, but just in case, thought I'd let you know I've been up to my elbows in elbow grease. In other words, I've been rolling up my sleeves to meet the needs of everyone I've ever loved before.
This entails a whole lotta cookie salad.
I can't tell you how many gallons of cool whip I've purchased to fill the physical and emotional voids in my friends and family members. (You wouldn't believe how many hungry hearts there are out here in the real world.)
So my hub says to me tonight, "You really need to get more organized so you're only going grocery shopping once a week, like you did in Hawaii."
So I says back to him, "You are sooo right, as usual (wink wink). Can you show me how to do it, pleaze, pleaze, pretty paleaze!?"
He's now in charge of the menu planning, shopping, and food preparation for our Lake Powell trip next week.
(Insert evil mad scientist laugh here.)
Thing is, and Martha can testify, I didn't even feed my kids in Hawaii, let alone all my friends and family. In Hawaii I did nothing but blog my brains out.
But on with the post! I only have time for snippets so let me pick up where I left off, which was, I believe, preparing for a party for some peeps from our old hood.
The party was a success.
Mostly because my niece just so happened to be at our house with her new airbrush tattoo art business and everyone reaped the rewards.
Especially my boys, who thought they were so cute and cool and clever. Until the next day at basketball camp when they had to play skins.
If there's one thing Martha hates, it's missing a party, and if there's one thing we lub, it's making her feel like she's missing a party.
Two of my daughter's best friends from Hawaii were also in attendance at the party.
This photo was taken at a pool party in Park City, where I also captured this important message from the Universe:
I also received another important message from the ice-cream lady who was taking our shake orders at Granny's in Heber. When my son asked her to mix Brownie Bits and Butterscotch, she scrunched up her nose and said, "EWWW!"
I know she was just the messenger, but does anyone ever get the urge to tell the messenger to BUTT OUT!?