I just want to take a few minutes to blog and drink my coffee and then I’ve got to get everyone up and moving. We’re so far behind. I’m hoping to get Petrified Forest, Meteor Crater, and the Grand Canyon done today. I told Steven we wouldn’t have time to see the Grand Canyon on this trip but then I relented and told him we’d see it but only for one day. Now we have two days to make up and I’m hoping we can just skim the edge of it enough so that he can say he saw it and get back on the road.
I didn’t get much exercise yesterday but I did take a short hiking/climbing trail for about a mile in Saguaro National Park yesterday. Hopefully, another day or two and we’ll be in Vegas and I can get more exercise.
My men eat gross stuff. We went to the grocery when we got here yesterday and I picked up a bag of frozen ravioli and some prepared pasta sauce. DH grabbed a big package of hamburger and a package of spaghetti and DS found some steaks reduced for quick sale, french bread, and potatoes. I had ravioli (9 pieces have 300 calories) and sauce (another 100 cals). DH went with my ravioli but also cooked up a skillet full of meatballs and a pan of spaghetti. I told him if he made a mess he had to clean it up because I HATE cleaning up grease. DH wanted to grill steaks and I told him the same thing. He said, “How hard can it be to clean a George Foreman grill?” The boys joined me with ravioli and sauce but added lots of buttered bread to it and a couple of DH’s meatballs. DH thinks he cleaned up his mess but I see grease spatter on the mirror behind the stove and his idea of cleaning the stove is just to wipe it down. The George Foreman was abandoned outside and still hasn’t been cleaned. I’m going to get the guys up in a minute and put them to work. An RV is not the place to make a big meal and dirty up a bunch of pots and pans. Besides the mess, I’m going to have to say something to DS about his eating habits. I know he’s 38 years old but I can’t believe the garbage he eats! Last night, he had buttered bread, baked potatoes with butter, and two huge steaks. I’m not kidding you, these steaks looked more like roasts than steaks and he ate two of them. He eats from the time he gets up till the time he goes to bed and needs to lose about 150 pounds. He’s diabetic and is tired almost all the time. I’m going to have to wait till the time is right and say something to him.
Right now, however, I’m going to get my shower and get everybody moving!