I just watched approximately 32 seconds of Golden Girls.
Yup.
Just as lame as I thought.
6.20.2011
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.
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left overs went into the freezer... to never be eaten again...
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.
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...
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...
6.14.2011
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!)
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.
6.11.2011
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.
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.
6.04.2011
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.
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.
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.
5.31.2011
Random Thoughts For Today
I'm back from the gym! It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. And yes, I was on time. And yes, I did manage to get a shower in before I went :) Go, runonsentence power!
And now for all the random thoughts that I haven't actually written down (but meant to) the last little few weeks:
Two artists I can NOT stand: Phil Collins and John Mayer. Shoot me now.
I've had more crazy sealife of doom dreams lately. (Shout out to old post! sea life of doom dreams!)
I recently read a book (Going Bovine) about a kid dying of mad cow disease go on some crazy trippy road trip to save the world. Libba Bray? You betcha. This book had everything from near death experiences at Disney World, potty mouth dwarfs prone to panic attacks, mad cow disease, evil snowglobes, really good jazz, a punk rock angel with a sweet tooth, a serious run-in with a happiness cult (who just so happen to run a bowling alley, and sing rocking happiness songs), spring break with YA!TV on a beach in Florida, trippy somewhat time-travel, and, maybe?- death. But first and foremost- my favorite--- a most excellent garden gnome who just so happens to be an immortal Norse God, and a very happy drunk. "Interesting" is a serious understatement. THE COVER HAS A COW CARRYING A GNOME. Can you get any better than that? I DON'T THINK SO.
I'm trying to work out an FHE around garden gnomes. Like, give people a gnome and a camera and have them go take pictures of the gnome doing awesome things out in the public. Yeah. Yeah. Awesomeness. I don't know just how to make it work yet. Nor how to convince Dionte to let me do it.
I actually haven't been to FHE for like a month now. Cause of school. I kind of miss it, but kind of not.
My head is oddly shaped. How do I know this? I can't wear headbands. They poke out at odd angles of emptiness because my head doesn't fill them out all the way. I also can't wear the elastic band kind, either. The back of my head isn't shaped right (apparently) to hold them, and the slip off with every little movement of my head. It's frustrating.
OH MY GOSH! BUDDY HOLLY IS ON THE RADIO RIGHT NOW!!!! I don't care what they say about us anyways, I don't care 'bout that! *rocks out*
Man, that was cool.
I also heard on the radio that Dolly Parton wants to do a duet with Lady Gaga, because "she's as outrageous as she is." Dolly, have you ever even listened to a Lady Gaga song? You must not understand exactly what she's been talking about. Sorry, girlfriend, but you're not quite in the Lady Gaga league. Keep dreaming.
I saw a cool picture on the news today of a girl who got bit my a shark on her thigh--- but just the teeth marks. Like it bit straight down and straight back out. It was awesome looking. And I'm really glad the girl didn't die.
I've figured out how to do "labels" on my posts now >>> I don't really know what they'll do, but it's kind of fun.
And I think that's it for today.
Oh, wait! Let me check my phone--- I store random thoughts there when I don't have my computer nearby. Smart right?
I already talked about the werewolf woman I saw at Chipotle... Oh, here we go: why is it that everytime two of your favorite stations are playing the same song at the same time, it's a song you don't like? Wait, did I already post that somewhere? Hm....
Notecards, toothpaste, socks, gummy bea--- oh wait. That's my Walmart list. Haha. Just kidding.
Oh- yeah, two weeks ago I found a dead bug in between the pages of my brand new textbook. I just so happen to think that's pretty lame. But, you know, that's just me.
And now for all the random thoughts that I haven't actually written down (but meant to) the last little few weeks:
Two artists I can NOT stand: Phil Collins and John Mayer. Shoot me now.
I've had more crazy sealife of doom dreams lately. (Shout out to old post! sea life of doom dreams!)
I recently read a book (Going Bovine) about a kid dying of mad cow disease go on some crazy trippy road trip to save the world. Libba Bray? You betcha. This book had everything from near death experiences at Disney World, potty mouth dwarfs prone to panic attacks, mad cow disease, evil snowglobes, really good jazz, a punk rock angel with a sweet tooth, a serious run-in with a happiness cult (who just so happen to run a bowling alley, and sing rocking happiness songs), spring break with YA!TV on a beach in Florida, trippy somewhat time-travel, and, maybe?- death. But first and foremost- my favorite--- a most excellent garden gnome who just so happens to be an immortal Norse God, and a very happy drunk. "Interesting" is a serious understatement. THE COVER HAS A COW CARRYING A GNOME. Can you get any better than that? I DON'T THINK SO.
I'm trying to work out an FHE around garden gnomes. Like, give people a gnome and a camera and have them go take pictures of the gnome doing awesome things out in the public. Yeah. Yeah. Awesomeness. I don't know just how to make it work yet. Nor how to convince Dionte to let me do it.
I actually haven't been to FHE for like a month now. Cause of school. I kind of miss it, but kind of not.
My head is oddly shaped. How do I know this? I can't wear headbands. They poke out at odd angles of emptiness because my head doesn't fill them out all the way. I also can't wear the elastic band kind, either. The back of my head isn't shaped right (apparently) to hold them, and the slip off with every little movement of my head. It's frustrating.
OH MY GOSH! BUDDY HOLLY IS ON THE RADIO RIGHT NOW!!!! I don't care what they say about us anyways, I don't care 'bout that! *rocks out*
Man, that was cool.
I also heard on the radio that Dolly Parton wants to do a duet with Lady Gaga, because "she's as outrageous as she is." Dolly, have you ever even listened to a Lady Gaga song? You must not understand exactly what she's been talking about. Sorry, girlfriend, but you're not quite in the Lady Gaga league. Keep dreaming.
I saw a cool picture on the news today of a girl who got bit my a shark on her thigh--- but just the teeth marks. Like it bit straight down and straight back out. It was awesome looking. And I'm really glad the girl didn't die.
I've figured out how to do "labels" on my posts now >>> I don't really know what they'll do, but it's kind of fun.
And I think that's it for today.
Oh, wait! Let me check my phone--- I store random thoughts there when I don't have my computer nearby. Smart right?
I already talked about the werewolf woman I saw at Chipotle... Oh, here we go: why is it that everytime two of your favorite stations are playing the same song at the same time, it's a song you don't like? Wait, did I already post that somewhere? Hm....
Notecards, toothpaste, socks, gummy bea--- oh wait. That's my Walmart list. Haha. Just kidding.
Oh- yeah, two weeks ago I found a dead bug in between the pages of my brand new textbook. I just so happen to think that's pretty lame. But, you know, that's just me.
Longest Run On Sentence To Date for hollysthoughts.com
I have so much to say and no time to say it.... ughsdiufhsklfjcsdk... So, just let it be known that I DO PLAN on updating all sorts of fun stuff, and life updates and random quotes and Libba Bray nonsense and a random picture of unicorns on the side of my chipotle cup and 60 photo challenge updates and other ironic and somewhat witty comments and observations I've had lately but right now I have to go shower because I have to go to the gym to take my assesment that I have to do before I can actually start working out which I really don't want to do-- the assesment, not the workout-- and I read a book that had a garden gnome in it that was actually an enchanted version of the Norse god Balder and it was awesome and I want to tell you all about it but I can't right now because I don't have time because I wasted this afternoon on Goodreads.com adding new shelves and classifing all my books which was fun but brain-numbing so I guess it wasn't actually wasting my afternoon but it took up a ton of time which I had planned on using to clean my room and possibly my bathroom because my bathroom needs it more but I really don't want to do it and yeah I now have to go take a shower in a dirty shower which seems kinda ironic to me but I guess I don't really have a choice because I don't want to show up to the gym already nasty smelling because that's just weird and I don't know where my membership card is I just realized, crap, and I should go find that because I need it to get in and I'm supposed to leave in like ten minutes and I still need to shower but I'm not showering or getting ready, I sitting here writing the longest run-on sentence ever, even though it's only taken me like five mintues to write it because it's basically a stream-of-consciousness which are really fun to write which is why I'm probably not stopping even thought I need to.
Okay bye.
Okay bye.
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