Laaame

I just watched approximately 32 seconds of Golden Girls.

Yup.

Just as lame as I thought.

Lack of Ice Cream

So, what's up with the no ice cream places in Vista thing??? Has anyone else noticed that? I'm very, very perturbed.

I mean, in Temecula, I always used to rant about how Frozen Yogurt places were taking over the world. And they were in Temecula. They were EVERYWHERE.

EVERYWHERE.

And now, I'm all alone with my lack of ice cream places... which are, indeed, completely different from frozen yogurt places, make no mistake.... I've got a FroYo or something by the movie theatres (across town), and a Menchie's in San Marcos by Palomar in that crazy weird parking lot with no sense of driving safety whatsoever... and that's it. IT.

The nearest Baskin Robins is TWO towns away.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH.

So now when I have a frozen milk product craving, I have to spend money on gas to go across town, to another town, to get something. It's not at all happy. And it's not like I go all the time, either. JUst every once in awhile, everyone gets a craving for ice cream....

Anyways. That's my rant for today.

We had Menchie's today. The lack of goodness was what sparked it.

Menchies sucks. Sorry, Menchies. It's true.

left overs went into the freezer... to never be eaten again...

Food Blogger I Am Not

There's one thing I will most likely never be: a food blogger.

I don't know why, but I'm like the pickiest person ever. Not picky... just, I don't like comlicated things. I don't like all sorts of mixing flavors, and cream sauces, and brussel sprouts... and most baked dishes. Too complicated. Too... mixy matchy.

I do, however, love all pastries, cakes, breads, and basically anything chocked full of carbs. (As does Diego.)

I've been checking out some of the foodblogs that Stephanie gets a lot of her recipes from...... Nope. Not for me. Not a fan. I'm sure they're all really delicious, of course--- I just don't like fancy stuff. Or stuff with more than three ingredients. (Unless, again, it's some sort of pastry.)

Here's to all you food bloggers--- more power to you. Go sell those cookbooks and make your hubbys happy and fat.

I'm just not one of you.

* in other food related news--- we're off to the Broken Yolk Cafe for brunch. I sure hope it's good...

Clean Laundry = Cat

TA-DA!

After nearly an hour and a half of sweaty effort, my bathroom is now sparkly-clean and practically germ free! It's also stinking of bleach and other gaseous fume, so I'll be staying in my room for the next few hours, thank you very much.

Next task? Putting away all the laundry my mama did for me when I was down sick this weekend (Thanks, Mama!)

There's only one problem....

... and his name is Diego.

Warm laundry + the need to put it away = cat domination

But how can you say no to that little face?

Not possible.

And that is the reason my clothes are never put away.

Clean laundry. It's Diego's domain.

Here's To You, Cat

Want to know something?

Today, my dad took apart my bed, to put it on the lower setting rather than the taller setting that it's been on ever since we moved. It took a good hour, and the effort of three of us to get it all back together again.

Why?

My cat's getting arthirtic and it was getting tough for him to jump up that far.

Yup. Really.

Here's to you, cat. Never say we didn't do anything for you.

As Promised

(the cup is wondering: ....why is Chipotle so delicious?)

I knew there was a reason why I loved Chipotle so much.

The Secret Sisterhood of Dr. Pepper and Cheese Puffs

So, I met a kindred soul the other day.

There I was, in search of a snack in the aisle at Walmart, and as I lunged towards the Cheeto puffs, another lady darted for something at the same time. We did the awkward, "no- you go first; no, you;" thing for a moment before I just grabbed my chips (do Cheeto Puffs count as chips? Essentially, they're just puffed styrafoam coated in fake cheese powder that gets stuck in your teeth like CRAZY). As I was going for the exit, trying to dodge all the carts spilling wailing children, another lady looks at the bag in my basket and says, "Ah, Cheeto Puffs are the best."

Caught off guard, and quite impressed by this woman's excellent taste in... well, food, I enthusiastically replied, "I know, right? I was craving them."

She nodded. "They're the best. Those, and Dr. Pepper."

Now, this was just too weird. Dr. Pepper is probably my most favorite thing in the world (I'm a terrible Mormon, I know. But I do try to reserve it for when I'm having a really bad headache-- caffiene helps migraines-- so it makes it an even better special treat because I can't have it on a regular basis, thus I love it more). Dr. Pepper rivals churros and cheesecake and chocolate any day in my book. So of course, I got all excited and exclaimed, "Oh my gosh, that's my favorite!" and was all excited the rest of my shopping excursion.

Now that I think about it, there's probably a million people on earth that love both Cheese Puffs and Dr. Pepper. But just the fact that it came up like that completely stunned me. I mean, first off, how often do random strangers start having normal conversations with you at the grocery store? In California, that is. (In Utah it's totally normal, fyi, so don't be surprised. I got mauled at a Michael's just last month because some lady had to profess her great love for the shoes I had just bought. They are pretty excellent shoes..)


Okay, well, that's not exactly fair-- now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever escaped the store without someone striking up a seemingly random conversation with me. I don't know if it's because people find me approachable, or the fact that I shop for groceries at Walmart. Some pretty strange characters shop at Walmart. That's probably it.

But for a stranger to just so happen to mention two of your favorite things ever as her favorite things, well, it's pretty mind-boggling when you weren't expecting to have any conversations at all.

And that's how I found a kindred spirit of mine in the middle of the chips aisle of Walmart on a perfectly random day in May. We must have been friends in the pre-existance, because, ultimately, anyone who likes Cheese Puffs and Dr. Pepper is really, really awesome.

Bathroomphobia

Diego is afraid of my bathroom. Which makes the fact that that's where his food and water are located kinda complicated.

I guess it's my fault. He was fine for the first few weeks that we moved in... One day, however, while he was in there eating like the piggy that he is, I was getting ready for school or whatever, and I turned the shower on so that it could be warming up. I wasn't expecting for the sound to scare the crap out of Diego, who jumped about a foot in the air, scrambled to get to the door, which, of course, was closed. He ran into it. And when I went over to let it open for him, he squished himself trying to get out. I was, obviously, apologizing profusely while this happened.

Now, whenever he's in there getting a bite when I walk in (which he usually is, because he can't go more than twenty minutes without needing a snack), he scrambles through my legs to burst out of there. I feel quite bad about it. It's quite sad to be filling up his food bowl and instead of him mauling me to get to it, he now sits just outside of the bathroom threshold, warily watching me until I exit the bathroom so he can then enter.

Shesh.