There’s More Than One Way To Mow The Lawn

As I mentioned in my last post I am very excited for summer. Summer means BBQs, swimming pools, pedicures, and my birthday. Only 9 more days for those of you keeping track.

As more and more TV commercials are targeted toward summertime activities and holidays, I was reminded of a favorite of mine from last year. This commercial comes from the UK but you will most likely recognize similarities to the American version airing this year. But with fewer innuendos. Which is really too bad since they are what make the commercial so ridiculous. And by ridiculous I mean AWESOME!

I give you Mow the Lawn. You’ll never look at hygiene the same way again.

Momma Said There Would Be Days Like This, But What About An Entire Season

Summer is here and I couldn’t be happier. Mainly because Mr. S and I had such a painful (Mr. S’ broken leg,) eventful (then I had surgery,) and uneventful (recovery blows) spring and I am ready to put that season to rest and move on to all of the fun things we have planned for the next few months. We are both feeling good and ready to take on all the warm weather we have been gifted in the last couple of weeks. And now that my blog is back up and running (thanks to @ashbuckles) I can also keep you, my devoted fans, in the know. You guys are so lucky!!

This past weekend was one I need more of – fish tacos from Lonestar Taqueria, a night at the temple with Mr. S, and a picnic in the canyon. It was Mr. S’ brilliant idea to pack up our Sunday dinner and take a drive. We ended up in Big Cottonwood Canyon and found a great little secluded spot to enjoy our meal and each others company. And of course our little family picnic wouldn’t have been complete without Kingston.

I May Not Have Blogged For A Month, But At Least My Acting Career Is Taking Off

Mr. S’ broken leg has put a serious cramp in my schedule. I love him and am happy to help him, but I think the only thing getting me through this is the fact that the situation is temporary. Only 5 more days and the cast comes off! Only. Five. More. Days.

As a result of being Mr. S’ chauffeur and being the only one who can walk Kingston, along with the various other interruptions throughout the day that only a person with two good legs can do, I have brought work home every night for the past 6 weeks. The work is getting done even if it means I work when I should be watching new episodes of LOST.

As proof of this accomplishment, my latest blog post for SEO.com was published today. Read it, Tweet it, pass it on. I can’t let all my super powers go unnoticed.And in other work news I will soon be shooting a promotional video for our website. I should say “starring” in a promotional video, but I’m trying not to get ahead of myself. If I play my cards right, stay balanced throughout my new found fame, and pick future projects that show my depth and talent, I should have a long and successful career. It’s either that or end up the subject of a True Hollywood Story. And nobody wants that. Unless you’re Lindsay Lohan. Or that kid from Family Ties.

Some People Can Fall Asleep Anywhere

I don’t know why this is where he chooses to take a nap or how this position can even be comfortable, but Kingston is often found on the back of the couch dreaming of catching squirrels.

When Ice Skating And 30 Year Olds Don’t Mix

Part of being a wife means supporting our husband’s hobbies and new ventures. So when Mr. S decided he wanted to learn to play ice hockey, I didn’t object. Besides, I had been trying to get him to try some winter activities and convince his California upbringing to embrace more of what Utah has to offer. And I think he may have been inspired by watching the recent Winter Olympics.

Mr. S was told he would need to learn to ice skate first before he could sign up for the ice hockey class. There were no adult classes available until May and not wanting to delay his new talent any longer, Mr. S swallowed his pride and signed up for skating lessons in a class of six year olds. How are the lessons going, you ask? Let’s just say his first lesson was his last. That night we spent 7 hours in the emergency room after Mr. S made a grand exit from the ice rink.Mr. S ended up breaking his fibula in 3 places and dislocating his tibia. The break would later need surgery, which was taken care of with a steel plate, pins and screws. And some good drugs.

This is now Mr. S’ view. Needless to say, he is getting serious cabin fever.

While Elite Athletes Were Doing Their Thing At The Olympics, I Was Getting Fat

Hi there. Miss me?

Sorry for my absence but for the last 2 weeks I’ve been planted on my couch every night watching a lot of this:

A lot of this:
And a whole lot of this:
Er…sorry, he’s just so adorable. I meant a lot of this: It has been a wonderful 2 weeks with the USA winning a record number of medals for a Winter Olympic Games, but all that couch potato-ing has got me into a little bit of trouble. I have always considered myself fairly active and even though I tend to carry about 10 more pounds than I would like I never considered it an issue. Until now. My company has decided to start a fitness challenge starting today. To make it fair we are focusing on fat percentage instead of pounds lost. AOL has even received word of our little competition, which you can read about here.

I planned on participating from the start mainly to be a part of the office camaraderie, but after having my fat percentage officially tested in the Bod Pod I am much more of a contender that I would of thought. I think a lot of us in the office were surprised with the results, while a select few couldn’t stop bragging about the fact that they can eat whatever they want. To that I say, eat your cookies and your pizza, tempt me if you think it will make you feel better, but I plan on sticking this out for the full 3 months and taking a shiny new toy home with me when the final results come in. But if you see me curled up in the fetal position gnawing on a carrot, throw me an Oreo or two.

Edible Footballs Make Watching The Super Bowl Much Better

I am not a huge NFL fan, and as a result I see about 27 minutes of football all season long.  One game where I make an exception is for the Super Bowl. This is mainly because of the great food, great (and sometimes not so great) commercials, and for the socializing. And since we are regulars at the University of Utah’s football games, I know enough about the game to not embarrass Mr. S. In fact, most of the time I come off as the smartest, non-fan in the room.Loving a good party as much as I do, and knowing how much I love to see a theme carried out, I decided to make these fancy Rice Krispie treats. I was especially proud of the “field” I created with leftover frosting and a piece of green paper. To make your own use Cocoa Krispies instead of the regular ones, hand mold into football shape, and add frosting piping to make the stitching detail.