I have way to much sugar

I have Sucanat, unrefined cane sugar, agave syrup, honey, brown rice syrup, molasses, palm sugar, brown sugar, two kinds of powdered sugar, tons of hotel room packets (I threw the pink packets away, not sure what they were), and plain old white sugar I give to those I don’t like. Along with the 2 corn syrups, that goes to people I don’t like too. I was struck by this knowledge cause I was sitting in my hot house (85 degrees inside) drinking hot coffee thinking maybe that wasn’t the smartest thing and decided to do something foo foo to my coffee. I’m generally black only, once I was shopping and a Starbucks person came around with samples and they asked me if I wanted a caramel-mocha-hoozy-whatzit topped with a blop of something resembling cool-whip. I’m not to familiar with the fancy coffee world and I was taken by surprise but I just looked at the poor kid and said OMG WHAT? Now turn the whole thing into a brownie or something ok, but caramel in coffee? Is that normal? Anyway I now have my quart jar of foofoo coffee and wish I had some ice. I ended up with 2 cups of coffee, palm sugar, sucanat, and brown sugar, and 2 cups of goat milk, not too bad over all. Big, but not too bad. Could be colder.

Joe is up at Fort Lewis alone this week, he drove his beast truck up because we couldn’t figure anyway to drive him up and get him back logically with other stuff going on. I got the joy of getting the kids to work and performing a complete house clean-up and clean-out before he gets home on Saturday. If they do well he’s going to pay each kid $10 to take to Disney so I have a bribe to back my efforts up somewhat. But it really doesn’t help that we’re having our more than likely hottest weather right now. I don’t care that other parts of the country hit 100 regularly, it’s not supposed to do that here so I can whine. Anyway, my parents summer party is on Saturday night, I’m making a chicken salad I stole from Pampered Chef (I still think the only way to pamper a chef is to not make them cook) and Joe is making lomi-lomi salmon, I don’t know if that’s spelled right because I’ve never spelled it. Next day is Disney.

I finally called Joe up and said hey, can I get something planned? I’m all for the fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants type trip but doing something as spendy and far away as Disneyland I’d prefer to have something lined up and not end up sleeping in the van once we get there. We have almost 2 weeks to blow so once we get the 3 Disney days out of the way we have about a week to head north and see what happens along the way. Then I don’t mind sleeping in the van lol. So anyway, I lined us up for 4 nights, an extra just because I wanted to muahahaha, at the Portofino. It’s pretty…..yellow…..looks like Jamaica…..and the lobby floor looks shiny. I got the kids suite which means the kids have their own room, or the adults have their own room…..however you want to look at it. That means that I don’t have to watch Spongebob if I don’t want to. I’m sure it means other things too. How many people do you think take the shower caps in hotel rooms? I always do. Why? I don’t know. I like to wash my hair when I take a shower……and if for some reason I don’t want to wash my hair I just don’t stick my head in the water.

Once things get back to normal I have a tur-duc-hen to cook. I got it half price and stuck it in my freezer……15 pounds of a strange meat product……mmmmmmm. Things may not get back to normal for a while though, Joe had his eye appointment and they said he needs eye surgery so that’s just one more thing to get taken care of under the highly efficient auspices (?) of the military health care system. Not complaining mind you, we make out like bandits on the deal but it doesn’t seem to be cost effective. He’s been stuck up in Washington since June 13th and I don’t think they’ve really done anything much yet to him. Maybe he just hasn’t told me, I don’t know…..they said he qualified for being sent home and being treated locally so it seems like they would get that moving so they don’t have to pay his hotel room to have him up there doing nothing. Oh well.

Good golly it’s hot in here, still only 85 though. Joe called and wanted me to buy a lottery ticket lol. I never buy lottery tickets. Maybe I’ll win. Well Katies friend just called and wants Katie to come over so now I need to shower and crack the whip on the room cleaning so she can go. Why are kids so messy?

Boys Stink

Because I’m a girl I speak from my perspective…..boys stink. I was standing at Walgreens today in line getting the last minute crap for Anna to take to camp, cheap flashlight that may last the few days, flipflops to serve as “shoes that can get wet”, 25 cent water bottle because I hate water bottles and always end up donating them to Goodwill, and a disposable Pooh Camera because the two real ones she has have never worked. Anyway, I’m standing there and there’s this middle aged couple in front of me, the lady sees some straws that flavor milk when you drink through them, strawberry, chocolate whatever your fancy, and got all stoked, like “I haven’t seen these in forever” and obviously got some flavored milk straw rush of a good memory from them. Whatever, they were only $2 for a box. She never even asked to get them and the guy goes “you don’t need those”, and she goes “maybe we can get them for Jeremy”, and I’m thinking “prick”. I think that a lot lately. I motioned to the lady like I’d toss a box in the basket and she laughed and said she’d come back later and get some. OK….here’s a question, why can’t the lady get the flavored milk straws? They had a basket of other crap so it wasn’t poverty, you know if the man wanted something he would just get it. Why does she have to come back to get something? If flavored milk straws float her boat isn’t it a cheaper happy than the assorted pharmaceuticals that are so popular and don’t really seem to work? Pre-deployment I would do that, figure it was easier. What’s a little self-respect anyway? Post-deployment I haven’t given up control of the money yet and plan on never being without my own again. Only took me two hubbies to figure that one out. First hubby’s shining moments of generosity were the $1.25 string of beads I “didn’t need”. No I didn’t “need” them, I wanted them and for pity’s sake it was our honeymoon, camping lmao. The second stand out huh moment was the 75 cent strudel at the Octoberfest. Um….who “needs” a piece of strudel anyway? I “wanted” a piece of strudel. Did I mention that was first hubby? As in no more hubby, I just moved on and married another one….smaa-aaaart.

I may as well keep the stinky boy thing going. I’m being punished again….I dared to question bitchymilf87 and lisamona and their presence in the computer, now mind you I don’t care who or what he does, my only request is that he tell me and I have no confidence that he will. Hence the silent treatment………not really such a bad deal anymore. I’m just trying to decide if I call and see if he wants us up for the fourth, go as planned, or just ignore him and take the kids to the beach. Hmmmmm….. You know, the whole MILF concept is just weird. Why would anyone want to be one? And why in my hubby’s opinion does he call hooker looking gals MILFS? Isn’t the concept that they are MOMS and therefore mom-like? Moms don’t look like hookers as a rule. Do they? Ok, shaking myself off here and moving on. Actually think I’m done for now, I may just sit back with Slightly Stoopid and a cup of coffee and look at the mess surrounding me.