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!
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