Bath Bombs

Bath bombs.
Oh how I love them.

I don't even take baths often (or showers for that matter), I just love bath bombs because they smell like the Celestial Kingdom.
They make my whole house smell delicious. They are better than candles. I store them in my closet just so I can sniff them everyday.

I mostly let me kids use them.
Ryan and T-Bag love them and play in the bath longer when we use them.
Longer bath times = more time I can sit on the toilet and look at Pinterest. 


I'm obsessed with the bombs from that over-priced mall store, LUSH.
Don't worry though. We all know that there is no way my cheapness would allow dropping $6-$10 on a bath bomb.
OK. Just kidding. I totally spend that. Just don't tell my husband.

BUT,

I usually break the bath bombs into 4 pieces. They last us 5 baths since I save the cheeto dust left behind from when I chopped them.

Look who is winning now LUSH!

I also bought this MMMelting Marshmallow Moment Luxury Bath Oil.
So fancy!

This one isn't for the chillun'. It's only for me.

I'm saving it for fall/winter when I have lizard skin.
You know in your heart I'll be chopping it up so it lasts longer.

LUSH also has bubble bath bars that you stick in your tub and it fizzes out a bunch of heavenly bubbles. I am scared to try them since I don't want any other addictions in my life.

I bought some random ones at White Barn Candle/Bath and Body Works and they sucked balls. Real balls, not bath balls.
I will say the packaging is adorable. A mini egg carton? Yes please.  

 

Farm Fresh - Green Bubble Gorgeous

Aromatherapy Bath Bombs

These cost $25 for 6 of them. I got them home and realized they were so small especially next to LUSH's bombs. The blue LUSH bomb is obviously on the left.

The smells weren't that great, just normal and expected.
They left a TON of residue all over my tub.
I am lazy. I don't want to be scrubbing my tub more than once every few years.

These ones were a total rip off.


 I should probably learn how to make my own bath bombs. There are online recipes for LUSH-like bath stuff.
But I won't because: lazy.

Well, LUSH wins again.

Tree Hate

I haven't blogged because I am a wuss and have been super sad about Grandma Annette passing away.  She was really the most influential person in my life.


But...........

Guess what little rabid squirrels and mangy deer?!?!?
We destroyed your food source!

Wait, I digress, I actually love the wildlife here in Utah.
It reminds me that there is more to life than wiping butts, Walmart, and doing the dishes.

But, when we bought our Utah house we inherited the most evil trees I have met in my entire life.

Man, I seriously hated those trees and everything they represented.

That's why a couple of weeks ago I had Jared murder them.


I can barely describe the pain and disappointment these trees gave me.
They pissed me off so bad I even wrote post about it here.

Not even their delicious fruit could make up for their transgressions.
Once again, my pettiness knows no bounds.

 

That's why they are now chopped up and thrown in the dump.

A bunch of deer came back for a few days before they realized the peach trees were gone.

The deer poop in my yard has been on a sharp decline.
There are no more sticky peach pits to scrape off the concrete.
It's like I'm in heaven. 

 But, my heart was almost ripped out when we found two little baby deer trapped in our backyard. They were clearly looking for food.

We opened the gate and tried to herd them through it but they were too scared.
I would be scared too if a 2 year old was running at me and screaming  "KISS DEER! HOLD DEER!" dressed only in a pee-filled diaper.

They were so cute and little (not my kids, the deer.) I wish I took a picture.



Also, Grandma Annette read my blog and approved of all things inappropriate, in case you were wondering.

Chucky 2.0

I have been heartbroken the last couple of days.
I even cried, and I rarely cry because I'm not a little wussy. .

Jared's Grandma, Annette, passed away July 28.
She is one of the most influential people in my life.

I am working on a post about her because she is an amazing human being.
I'll post it as soon as I feel my sub-par writing abilities can express what she meant to me and our entire family.

Either way, I'm sad, Jared is sad, and Ryan is crushed.

So, we adopted a cat.

Kittens make things better.

My kids automatically started calling him Chucky, the same name as our previous cat. They think all cats are named Chucky so I just went with it.

Companion animals are so freaking awesome.
They are so innocent and eager to love and sometimes have poop accidents. Just like children.
Which is why animals and kids are my favorite ever.

We were heading to the animal shelter in Murray, UT and stopped at PETCO to buy cat supplies.

I buy food and litter from Costco because if I can save $3.42 I will do it.

We went to PETCO to buy cat shampoo because I am an awful person who bathes their cat. I'm not about to have a filthy cat running through my clean house.

As we were leaving, Ogden Animal Services walked in with a butt-load of cats ready to be adopted.
I really didn't want to drive to Murray because lazy.
It was perfect timing.


Ryan, Tyler, and I held all the small kittens to gauge their temperament and how well they reacted to a sudden onslaught of harassment from a 2-year-old and a 5-year-old.

I didn't care what the cat looked like, I just wanted it to be cuddly, friendly, and litter box trained.

All the kittens were so cute and I believe if they really work hard, say their prayers, and stand in holy places, then they will get adopted too.

We held a little cat with cute orange/white fur.

This freaking cat let Tyler pull his eyes open and poke his eyeballs.
 The cat also let my boys pull his tail up numerous times so they could look at the butthole and laugh manically.

The kitten didn't even run away.

After that, a warm spirit filled my heart and I knew this was the cat meant for us. Amen.