Burst Of Freshness!

I never post about products, but today I'm going to, because I have found my new favorite thing.

~You can consider me the white trash Oprah, but I'm not going to give you anything, just show you some pictures I jacked off Google.~

Ever since it came out I have been a Crest Pro Health girl.

Thats all I have in the house and I have it in travel sizes too so we can take it on the road.

That sounds so adventurous and glamorous doesn't it?

Taking toothpaste on the road.

I wonder what toothpaste James Bond or Indiana Jones packed in their travel bag.

Anyway...

The other day we were at the store and I told Y it was his lucky day and he could pick his own paste.

He chose Aqua Fresh Iso-Active.

I thought it was dumb and kind of gimicky but figured oh well, his teeth only belong to me for another seven or eight years and then their his problem, and really, what could it hurt.

So I fork out the almost five bucks for it, get it home, and as I'm putting it away I look at it and think to myself, "this stuff looks like shaving cream." "Weird, I think I'll try it."

I looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then I put some on my brush.

It even came out of the can(?) like shaving cream and that really heebed me out and made me very apprehensive about putting this stuff in my mouth, but I figured hey, I've put worse stuff in there and the shaving cream toothpaste is at least FDA approved.

Oh. My. Gawd.

It was the BEST toothpaste EVER.

It started out like a gel and then you get this foamy minty explosion in your mouth.

The longer you brush the better it gets.

Wyatt is brushing his teeth just for the foam filled fun!

I'm telling you, this sh!t is amazing.

That wraps up this shameful unpaid endorsement.

But really, go buy some and see for yourself.

Four Legged Friends

I just got back from reading one of my favorite bloggers (Click Here) post on dogs and that got me thinking about my own dogs and their outstanding personalities.

First there is Pooter.

Pooter is our more than obese, thirty-five pound Shih-Tzu.

We got Poo when he was just a pup from a breeder who's house was so dirty and stunk so bad that we went back and bought his brother just to spring him from the stink.

His brother, Samson ended up going to a great home with a good friend while Poo grew into the laid back loving lump that he is.

The only thing that gets Poo worked up is a treat and I swear you can see the sweat beads form as he runs to the sound of my hand in the jar!

Here are a few pics of Poo.

This is Poo and Pearl...

This is solo Poo..

Next we have Bart.

Bart came to our home via Craigslist and he was a perfect fit from the moment he he set foot on the farm.

Bart also has A.D.D.

He will not go outside alone.

He hates having his picture taken and he will never ever give up hope that you might throw the ball, bucket, frisbee, shoe, stick, pine cone, pop can etc, just ONE more time.

Bart is loving and loyal and seldom leaves my side.

He also herds sheep with his head out the window of the backseat of the truck.

This is Barty at the beach, hoping we will throw the stick... Again.



Then we have the baby Buddy, who I lovingly refer to as our "Hot Dog" because I'm fairly sure he was paid for with stolen funds during the summer of 09'.

Buddy is a wonderful fun filled bundle of joy who only listens to the voices in his head.

Nothing is a good idea unless it's Buddy's idea.

He can herd and position the sheep from the other side of the fence and is always keeping the chickens in line.

Literally.

He keeps them in a line.

Thats Buddy in front.

Last but not least, we have Kobe, AKA Sparky.

Sparky was an unexpected souvenir from our last trip to Washington.

He belonged to a very good friend who got him as a used dog from someone else.

He was in an abusive relationship with an older woman (a three year old shepard mix) and was having to live in the doghouse to avoid her aggression.

So, we loaded him up with the rest of our baggage and headed South.

Sparky has truly found love and friendship on the farm and enjoys eating whip cream out of the can and going on long walks to the mail box.

His favorite things include sleeping with me and staring at me.

Seriously, I think he's obsessed.

So that's it for the get to know a dog blog, hav a great day!

Lights Out

What a day.

Already I have worked on solving half of the worlds problems, finished my blog design, drank an entire pot of coffee and survived an hour long power outage.

Mind you the power outage put a real hitch in my giddy-up, because it meant cooling coffee and no internet.

I kept mindlessly switching on and off all the light switches, repeatedly thought I could just use the microwave since the stove wouldn't work and more than once sat down to play solitaire on the computer since I didn't have internet.

I also seriously considered eating all the food in the fridge on the off chance that we would never have power again.

It would have been a sad day had all that food gone to waste.

Lucky for my ever expanding waistline the power was back on within an hour or so, just before I had to make the ultimate sacrifice of eating all the contents of our two refrigerators and one upright freezer.

So now I have the rest of the day to relax, fold clothes and do dishes.

I think I'll have a little something to eat first.

Lazy...

It's 2010.

Where is my self cleaning kitchen, flying car and jet pack?

Where is my Rosie who will clean the house and press my clothes and keep me fit and trim like Jane?

I made the best chili last night.*

Really, it was out of this world and I plan on having some for breakfast and some for lunch too.

Here's the deal though, before I have chili for breakfast I have to clean the kitchen from last night which is usually something I do at night because I can't stand filth in the morning but last night I just had a second bowl of chili and watched Rosie on Oprah and then went to bed because I was to stuffed to stay awake.

So, what do I get?

Thats right, a mess in the morning.

I need to watch Hoarders.

That is always a hardcore dose of what we could ALL become if we don't watch ourselves.

I truly think hoarding is a disease of our society.

Remember the story our parents and grandparents told about walking to school uphill both ways in the snow carrying their shoes?

About eating mustard sandwiches and potato soup?

Now look at us.

I'm no hoarder, but I don't think I'd pass a white glove inspection either.

Ok, enough procrastinating, I have to go put on my new shoes and do the dishes.

*For the BEST chili in the WORLD check out John Deere Moms award winning recipe.

http://johndeeremom.blogspot.com/2010/01/award-winning-chili-recipe.html

Freash Air and Smelly Dogs

I have all the doors open today.

Not because it's so warm mind you, but because I need the fresh air.

Winter makes me claustrophobic, I hate used air.

You know how some people like to snuggle?

Not me.

I need my own space, my own blankets and please don't breathe on me or in my direction.

Would you believe that as I'm writing this, at this very minute, my dogs just came in and laid down at my feet after rolling in something I would have to guess has been dead for quite some time.

Right now as I'm writing about needing clean fresh air.

Gag.

So anyway, houses in winter AND airplanes make me very uneasy.

I just think about #6 being on an airplane to Iraq and I need a nerve pill.

Not only do you have the used air issue to contend with on airplanes, but you also have the cinema seat dilemma.

You know, how when you go to the cinema to watch a movie and your stuck not being able to stretch out your legs for two hours...

Well on an airplane it's even worse because you have cinema seat and used air and you can't get up and leave even if you wanted to.

Oh my gawd, I'm starting to sweat.

My dogs stink and I need air, see ya later.

Shipping Out

Remember the 30,000 dollar calamity of 09' with #6?

Remember I decided the best way for him to pay the money back and make amends for what he did would be to go to Afghanistan and drive truck and make buckets of money?

Well, he's going.

He got the call, he's done all the paper work and he leaves for training in Houston on the 31st of this month and then it's off to Iraq for a year.

I am excited for this to be behind us and hope that maybe we can salvage some type of normalcy in our relationship, but really, how do you do that after your trust has been trashed.

I mean this guy looked me straight in the eye for eight months as he was cleaning out my Grandfathers bank account.

Who does that?

How does someone do that?

I don't get it.

I really don't want a divorce, I mean divorce is easy, I have the routine down pat, it's just I don't want to go through the hassle and emotions and expense of a divorce.

I'm older, fatter and tired and not the least bit interested in moving on to greener pastures.

I was happy with how things were, even though #6 was never the one big true love in my life.

I never saw fireworks, my heart never skipped a beat when he walked in the room, but he was my friend.

I thought he was the guy who had my back, the guy who was there beside me when the going got tough, and I always thought I could depended on him to be my partner as I continued to get even older and fatter then I already am.

Our marriage was easy, we didn't fight, we seldom even argued.

We just had that one big problem...

He was a lying, thieving piece of shit pretending to be a great guy.

So how do you believe someone when they tell you who they are and then turn out to be someone totally different, and can people really change or will he always be a lying , stealing rat?

I don't know, I guess only time will tell.

Time and 30,000 dollars

Bubbles!

Enough about Wyatt, I have a new love!

I've wanted to make soap for about a year.

I love homemade soap.

I love all the different sizes and smells of homemade soap.

I love everything about homemade soap except the making homemade soap for the first time part of homemade soap.

Then I went to Washington during the holidays and my friend Kenna made soap with me.

She showed me all the tricks and went over every step with me so I wouldn't be scared to do it by myself.

I came home and bought the oils, the scale, the lye, the fragrance, and all the other soap stuff I needed and stared at all of it sitting on my counter because I was still a little scared.

I re-read my books.

I re-watched the videos.

I re-scoured the blogs.

I re-went over my notes from Kenna.

I was ready.

I did it.

ALLBYMYSELF!

I. Made. My. Own. Soap.

It wasn't near as scary as I thought it was going to be and now I'm hooked.

Hello, my name is Marilyn and I'm a cold process soap junkie.

I wake up thinking about soap and I go to bed thinking about soap.

My house smells so fabulous you wouldn't even believe it.

I think we will be the cleanest family in Beavercreek and have the cleanest friends and family in three states.

I will have the freshest smelling dogs, pig, goats and donkeys.

No one will escape the soap.

I will give it as gifts for birthdays, weddings, baby showers, graduation, Christmas and Hanukkah .

(if I ever meet anyone Jewish...)

The problem is, I don't know how much time my new addiction will leave for parenting, facebook and blogging.

I may need to work on my time management skills.

Anyway, I would love to stick around and talk more about this, but I have soap to make!