On the occasions that I make a stop at starbucks, I always get one of 2 things. More like 1 thing now, because the baristas of Killeen have proven incompetent for the most part when it comes to making a pumpkin spice steamer instead of a pumpkin spice latte. So I go for the salted caramel mocha frap. Easy, right? Apparently not.
Don't they have a universal recipe that everyone is supposed to follow for the proper way to make something? I dont want anything extra, I like it the way it comes. So why is it that some days, it is the most delicious thing ever, and other days it is so bitter I cant even think about finishing 1/4 of it much less the whole thing? Then sometimes it is right in the middle...not quite as good as it should be, but good enough I can drink it.
I have noticed the guys usually make it better than the women. Maybe it's because I have boobs, but they don't know that until I make it to the drive thru window. Either way, I got my sbux fix today, and now I am pretty sure I can see noises. I drank every drop of a venti frap, at 5pm no less, and now I am pretty sure I will never sleep again.
I have exhausted Etsy and Foodgawker in the past couple of hours. Hardly blinking, just taking everything in deciding what I just CANT live without, and what foods I want to make. My mom thinks I have gone batshitcrazy but HELLO, I was already there. The coffee just made it more obvious, I think.
If you have gotten this far in the blog, you will realize, it is pretty freakin pointless. Thus the title of "Hailz Rambles". PS, I made some bomb ass pumpkin cupcakes thursday night. I would marry myself if I could, just for my cooking. Speaking of which...this baby NEEDS some damn alfredo, so I shall oblige. Hasta la vista, bitches.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Lies your mother told you.
Obviously I don't know what lies your mother really told you. This one is more for my kids. Yes, that's right! Mommies preach and preach about "how wrong it is to lie"...yet we are totally liars. Oh you don't lie to your kids? Santa Claus. That's what I thought.
1. Bell peppers are not really a key ingredient to Pizza Hut's sauce. I just want you to eat your veggies, dammit. If that means I have to blend them into your pizza sauce, spaghetti sauce, and random other foods to get you to eat them, I will. I will also lie through my teeth to get you to eat it. But honey, it's for your own good! You're welcome.
2. "I'm going to sell you on ebay!"...Obviously by now (if you are reading this), you know this is a lie. It's illegal! I don't want to spend my days in Martha Stewart's old jail cell defending my virginity....again.
3. There are not hidden cameras placed everywhere in our house, cars, outside, at the neighbor's house, at your Gigi's, Mimi's...or anywhere else really with the exception of restaurants and department stores. I know you're lying because it is written all over your guilty little faces. Never underestimate a mother's knowledge of her child.
Those are the main ones I can think of that I have told you in the past 48 hours. I'm sure there will be a need for part 2 eventually, but you wont be reading this anytime soon, so maybe I will wait until you hit the teen years. I'm betting there will be a whole new set of lies I have to come up with for that precious time in your life.
Oh, by the way...that wasn't lettuce. It was spinach. HA!
1. Bell peppers are not really a key ingredient to Pizza Hut's sauce. I just want you to eat your veggies, dammit. If that means I have to blend them into your pizza sauce, spaghetti sauce, and random other foods to get you to eat them, I will. I will also lie through my teeth to get you to eat it. But honey, it's for your own good! You're welcome.
2. "I'm going to sell you on ebay!"...Obviously by now (if you are reading this), you know this is a lie. It's illegal! I don't want to spend my days in Martha Stewart's old jail cell defending my virginity....again.
3. There are not hidden cameras placed everywhere in our house, cars, outside, at the neighbor's house, at your Gigi's, Mimi's...or anywhere else really with the exception of restaurants and department stores. I know you're lying because it is written all over your guilty little faces. Never underestimate a mother's knowledge of her child.
Those are the main ones I can think of that I have told you in the past 48 hours. I'm sure there will be a need for part 2 eventually, but you wont be reading this anytime soon, so maybe I will wait until you hit the teen years. I'm betting there will be a whole new set of lies I have to come up with for that precious time in your life.
Oh, by the way...that wasn't lettuce. It was spinach. HA!
Sunday, September 30, 2012
B****es love pickles!
So, the pickles actually turned out pretty delicious! I sent a jar home with my bestie friday, and she just took her 2nd jar. Since last night...I have eaten a whole jar. I blame the fact that I am pregnant! They go really well with cheetos, and with grilled cheese. or buffalo chicken sandwiches. the possibilities are ENDLESS! I also managed to make these without making anything explode, catch fire, or giving myself serious burns.
My mom and mimi are mildly surprised that I took up canning. But hey, its cheaper than buying enough pickles to satisfy my pregnant cravings! Now I want a damn garden. I told them they can be surprised when my sister starts doing shit like this. THAT will be reason for celebration! ;)
It actually has been quite relaxing doing this stuff. I have been chopping up fruits and veggies and freezing them to go in the kids lunches or just keep them good longer, so this was the obvious next step. I like being a cheap ass in this regard! ;) Why pay $4 at the store for something I can make for less than $2 here?
My mom and mimi are mildly surprised that I took up canning. But hey, its cheaper than buying enough pickles to satisfy my pregnant cravings! Now I want a damn garden. I told them they can be surprised when my sister starts doing shit like this. THAT will be reason for celebration! ;)
It actually has been quite relaxing doing this stuff. I have been chopping up fruits and veggies and freezing them to go in the kids lunches or just keep them good longer, so this was the obvious next step. I like being a cheap ass in this regard! ;) Why pay $4 at the store for something I can make for less than $2 here?
Friday, September 28, 2012
Just call me Susie.
Susie freakin homemaker, that is. That's right, I'm back. Miss me? I know you did. If you didn't...why are you reading this? That's what I thought.
So, since my husband has been home (which is why I haven't blogged in however many months), I've been kinda busy baking...a baby. Recently I decided to take on yet another crazy task...healthy food! Woo!
So I decided, hey, why don't I start canning my own stuff? Then I can make a garden! How hard can it be? Well, I am about to find out. So far, I am so fucking confused. I figured I would start easy. I have some...ok, a lot, of extra peaches from our bountiful basket we got. I have read so many ways to preserve these, my head is swimming. So I'm going to do what I do best and wing it. I can do this, right? Right. Challenge accepted. Then Im going to make pickles!
And speaking of making pickles...what the HELL is the difference between a regular cucumber and a pickling cucumber? Why do we need special fruits and veggies now? I wanna do something with the shit I have on hand...not go buy 50 pickling cucumbers! So eff the pickling cucumbers. How bad could this possibly turn out?
And why do I need all these special tools? A pressure canner? Why can't I put the damn things in my massive pasta pot? Special jar grabbers? Hello, I have tongs!
Never fear guys, I am going at this armed with a fire extinguisher and a lot of aloe vera lotion, just in case the peaches and pickles get the best of me. Peace out girl scout!
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
It's really almost over.
I've been screaming for this day to come since before the day he left. I want my life back in tact. I want to wipe out the last year and pretend it never happened...but sadly, it did, and I can't undo it. Would I, if I could? Honestly I must say...probably not. There's a reason for everything, even if we don't understand it at the time.
I've packed my first suitcase to leave. I have the keys to my new house. I have part of my furniture delivered...I have a 47 inch tv and a damn dvd player waiting on me for fuck's sake...and yet here I sit, trying to figure out what I'm feeling. While it's probably just indigestion from eating real food for the first time in 3 days, I like to think it's more than that. For once in my life I might have finally formed a bond with this town.
Don't get me wrong, there are PLENTY of reasons for me to go and I could spend all night listing them. For example, this town is overrun with cocky assholes and bitches. You have to drive 30 miles to buy a bottle of liquor, yet I can walk down my street and get served until I cant stand straight anymore. dubya tee eff F--- county? What is THAT shit all about? I will not miss all the crackheads or running into my exes at walmart.
I will however miss running into my family at walmart...most of them anyway. I'll miss my sunshine yellow room...but who says I can't recreate this feeling in another room in another house? But then we will just move again, so Im starting to fail to see the point in making anything "mine"...each place I go is just a temporary home. I was born to leave, this lifestyle suits me. Doesn't mean I can't cry like a little bitch as I sort my clothes into what to take and what to give to mom piles.
My room looks like it got hit by a hurricane, and it did. My mom says I came into this world a whirlwind, and I'm not ready to quit yet. It's a weird feeling, needing to be free but grounded at the same time so I don't get lost in this world. Not many people understand that, and even fewer can give me that space but hold me so tightly all at once.
Random rambling anyone? Looks like you're in for it tonight. Bear with me, this mother fucker doesn't have fucking spell check and I am typing in a hurry. I can't sleep, no surprise there. Sometimes I feel like I will never really sleep again...then I remember how close I am to having my life back in control.
The only thing you can do for a reckless soul...is love it. My husband does a pretty good job of that one, and we both know how reckless I tend to get. I like to push my limits on a daily basis. I like to test my boundaries and the boundaries of others. Within reason of course, well most of the time anyway. Sometimes I can be pretty unreasonable.
To be completely honest, I can't even fucking remember how I started this blog, and I'm not sure how it will end. Maybe on a serious note...maybe on a sad note...maybe on A minor. Who knows? Who cares? Go with the flow in life. It's ok to fly by the seat of your pants sometimes (that one is directed at you mom). Everyone needs a sense of adventure. We are given new opportunities to test ourselves and find out who we are every single day, even if we think we already have it all figured out. Try something new, dance in the rain, be bold, be daring...be you. Don't let someone else put out your fire or build walls around your heart, and don't do it to yourself either.
Live, learn, and let go when it's time to let go. You'll never live a happy and whole life if you shelter yourself from experiences based on a few mistakes. So live, laugh, learn, and then get Luvs...or Depends...whichever is more age appropriate. The point of the matter is...well, there is no point. Don't take life so seriously. There isn't always a plot or a plan, sometimes you have to follow the music, and if you can't find it, make your own!
While this post might be more rambly than usual and suggest the possible use of drugs, I deny any allegations! Anywho, I guess it's back to packing up my closet and shiz...but I swear the first fuckin spider to jump out at me is getting blow torched hailey style.
For those of you still awake to read this, goodnight, and for those of you who will read this in the morning, good morning! grab your day by the balls and MAKE it be great dammit. You owe it to yourself!
I've packed my first suitcase to leave. I have the keys to my new house. I have part of my furniture delivered...I have a 47 inch tv and a damn dvd player waiting on me for fuck's sake...and yet here I sit, trying to figure out what I'm feeling. While it's probably just indigestion from eating real food for the first time in 3 days, I like to think it's more than that. For once in my life I might have finally formed a bond with this town.
Don't get me wrong, there are PLENTY of reasons for me to go and I could spend all night listing them. For example, this town is overrun with cocky assholes and bitches. You have to drive 30 miles to buy a bottle of liquor, yet I can walk down my street and get served until I cant stand straight anymore. dubya tee eff F--- county? What is THAT shit all about? I will not miss all the crackheads or running into my exes at walmart.
I will however miss running into my family at walmart...most of them anyway. I'll miss my sunshine yellow room...but who says I can't recreate this feeling in another room in another house? But then we will just move again, so Im starting to fail to see the point in making anything "mine"...each place I go is just a temporary home. I was born to leave, this lifestyle suits me. Doesn't mean I can't cry like a little bitch as I sort my clothes into what to take and what to give to mom piles.
My room looks like it got hit by a hurricane, and it did. My mom says I came into this world a whirlwind, and I'm not ready to quit yet. It's a weird feeling, needing to be free but grounded at the same time so I don't get lost in this world. Not many people understand that, and even fewer can give me that space but hold me so tightly all at once.
Random rambling anyone? Looks like you're in for it tonight. Bear with me, this mother fucker doesn't have fucking spell check and I am typing in a hurry. I can't sleep, no surprise there. Sometimes I feel like I will never really sleep again...then I remember how close I am to having my life back in control.
The only thing you can do for a reckless soul...is love it. My husband does a pretty good job of that one, and we both know how reckless I tend to get. I like to push my limits on a daily basis. I like to test my boundaries and the boundaries of others. Within reason of course, well most of the time anyway. Sometimes I can be pretty unreasonable.
To be completely honest, I can't even fucking remember how I started this blog, and I'm not sure how it will end. Maybe on a serious note...maybe on a sad note...maybe on A minor. Who knows? Who cares? Go with the flow in life. It's ok to fly by the seat of your pants sometimes (that one is directed at you mom). Everyone needs a sense of adventure. We are given new opportunities to test ourselves and find out who we are every single day, even if we think we already have it all figured out. Try something new, dance in the rain, be bold, be daring...be you. Don't let someone else put out your fire or build walls around your heart, and don't do it to yourself either.
Live, learn, and let go when it's time to let go. You'll never live a happy and whole life if you shelter yourself from experiences based on a few mistakes. So live, laugh, learn, and then get Luvs...or Depends...whichever is more age appropriate. The point of the matter is...well, there is no point. Don't take life so seriously. There isn't always a plot or a plan, sometimes you have to follow the music, and if you can't find it, make your own!
While this post might be more rambly than usual and suggest the possible use of drugs, I deny any allegations! Anywho, I guess it's back to packing up my closet and shiz...but I swear the first fuckin spider to jump out at me is getting blow torched hailey style.
For those of you still awake to read this, goodnight, and for those of you who will read this in the morning, good morning! grab your day by the balls and MAKE it be great dammit. You owe it to yourself!
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