Well, we survived the Colonblow with no accidents, no embarassing sounds coming from our asses in public, not a single incident. Let me say, however, that our shopping day at Ikea had to be cancelled because I hate public restrooms (although, if I have to use one, Ikea’s are quite pleasant) and since that damn place is so big, I felt it to be a little too risky. So all in all, it was a success, I feel good right now except that I’m tired because I stayed out too late and Ryleigh decided that she wanted me to make her breakfast at 7:30 this morning. Oh well, that’s the beauty of having youg-ens. We went the full 24 hours without eating solid food, so last night when we got to the Rock Band party, we were absolutely starved. Starved beyond starved; to the point where I couldn’t be even a little bit social until I ate something. Anything. Had a delicious burger and lots of wine.. not the best way to end a cleanse, but what the hell.

Ok, and here is why I love summer. Besides the fact that I don’t have to wear socks, this little treat is something I only have at summer time, although I could definitely eat it year round:

Caprese salad. If you’ve never had this, you’re missing out and I suggest you get right to it! It’s absolutely mandatory to use fresh picked tomatoes, but if your garden was blown to shit by a freak storm like mine was, the next best option are Campari. I’m not kidding, these are so close to tasting like you picked em yourself, it’s crazy. Anyhow, you slice those suckers up, sprinkle some kosher salt and fresh ground pepper over them, put FRESH Mozarella cheese (this is important too, you must use fresh, not the rubbery shit they try to pass off as Mozarella) and a basil leaf on top of that. I like to pour a little extra virgin olive oil over the top, then sprinkle a little balsamic vinegar over that. Voila, it’s the most delicious snack you’ll have all summer. And the second reason why I love summer so is because I don’t have to wear socks. So do me a favor, if you’re wearing socks, at least take them off while you savor this treat. For me. Thanks.

Every once in a while I feel the need to rid my body of ookieness. So last week I bought a box of Colonblow. I did this last year and felt like a million bucks afterward, and if you check out the website, there are some very graphic pictures of what you may rid your body of. Gross, I know, but the good thing is, you only have to go 24 hours without eating (which is ever so difficult for me since food is all I seem to think about). I took my first dose last night and just downed my second this morning. There is a powder made of psyllium husks and some other stuff that you pour in water and drink, then you take two capsules. You have to drink tons of water to make it work.. Here’s my dilemma though. Tonight is my brand new sister-in-laws’s sister’s wedding reception. I’m ever so worried that the effects of the Colonblow are gonna kick in either on the way there, or when we are there. Jason, my husband, is doing this with me, and we are both going to this reception, which to make things worse, is at someone’s house. AAAARGH, then after that, we are going to my brothers house for an outdoor Rock Band party, which should be a blast, but again, we don’t know what to expect in terms of what they refer to on the box as “release”. Yes, perhaps this is TMI for my fourth blog post ever, but well, that’s just how it goes.

I’m missing the Farmers Market today because the temptation to eat the delicious offerings is too great, so I opted out. Waah, and it’s such a beautiful morning; it feels a tad cooler than usual so today would have been fabulous. I will definitely go next week though, since my sister-in-law, who I haven’t seen for oh, EIGHT years, is coming out for her first visit to Utah. Yay! Should be fun, I’m so excited to see her! This weekend will consist of getting ready for her visit.. have to clean out what we refer to as the “toys room” to make way for some new stuff from Ikea (I’m really excited to do that tomorrow.. Ikea has to be my favorite place on earth) so that Cheryle will have a place to sleep.

Well, please wish us luck.. Luck that I or my husband don’t shit our pants in public…