Since I just posted about SOBE lifewater, I thought I would tell you about another latest fondness of mine. Actually, I've only had them on one occasion (so far), last night. Domino's Lava Cakes...YUMMY!
Last night since I was still more than half dead, the idea of making chicken and pasta and either hacking up a lung or dribbling snot in the sauce didn't sound too appetizing, T and I agreed on pizza. I had just received the latest coupons to Domino's and we decided on "The Family Feast", two-two topping pizzas, bread sticks and two lava cakes. Seeing that all of the bread sticks - regular, cheese and cinna sticks were the same price, I asked if they could be cheese bread sticks. I told the man on the phone I had a coupon. He told me it would be $23.02, although the coupon said $16.99 (+ tax). I said, WHAT? I informed him of the coupon and he then corrected the amount to $18.01 and said it would be ready in 15 minutes. We stopped by Speedway to grab some SOBE lifewater and then headed to pick up the pizza. We went to pay and were told it was $14.83. Ummm...OK. So who knows what our order was going to be!
The order came up and it was two pizzas and cheese bread sticks. A different man said it was $18.01, so I paid the difference and then asked for the lava cakes. Now it was his turn to say, WHAT?
Apparently, pizza employees have absolutely no idea what coupons are sent out to patrons. They have no idea what they include or entail and rather than inquire when a caller calls, they expect the caller to inform the pizza phone operator of exactly what they are ordering. So, in my half dead state I was more than a little annoyed that I was suppose to identify the lava cakes when I wasn't special ordering them - not adding toppings, not adding cheese, etc. So we had to wait another 7 minutes for them to be cooked. 28 minutes from the time we placed the order, we walked out the door. No special discount, apparently it was MY FAULT.
BUT...the lava cakes...let me tell you, they were SO WORTH WAITING FOR! The small chocolate molten cakes were warm and filled with hot thick fudge of just the perfect amount. The cakes were covered with powdered sugar. They were the perfect bit of crispy and crunchy combined with melty and oozing to taste nothing but warm, thick, fudgy chocolate. Yes, they were that fabulous. T and I split one, which was the perfect amount without self-indulgence and gorging after eating pizza and cheese bread! We saved the other for later which we split and didn't warm up and it was still super yummy.
I think I found a new little bit of heaven and I never would have thought it would have been at Domino's!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Lifewater
I think I finally have an addiction. Granted I love chocolate and peanut butter - with or without each other, but I think I've finally found something that I really crave.
Granted, I've been drinking bottled water for a long time. Throw in a packet of crystal light something or other, usually raspberry lemonade, hydration or the new pomegranate lemonade and I do just fine. I add half a packet or less to each bottle of water and usually the bottle is gone in moments. I may or may not actually use the other half of the packet before air settles into it and it becomes hard and difficult to cram into the bottle to dissolve. sigh...But sometimes, even that seems to labor intensive for me. I'm kidding, seriously kidding.
But, I love the SOBE lifewater. My favorite flavor is the black and blue berry. It's vitamin enhanced "forti-fight" and whatever it fights, I haven't a clue but I love the flavor and at zero calories, how can you resist? I'm also quite fond of the yumberry pomegranate "purify" as well. Now if only I can convince Sam's Club to carry my flavors, I would be golden! Otherwise, I'll just have to keep stalking the closest Speedway for their 2 for $2.22 deals.
If you haven't tried either of them yet, I highly recommend them! And for me to recommend something, you know it must be good!
Granted, I've been drinking bottled water for a long time. Throw in a packet of crystal light something or other, usually raspberry lemonade, hydration or the new pomegranate lemonade and I do just fine. I add half a packet or less to each bottle of water and usually the bottle is gone in moments. I may or may not actually use the other half of the packet before air settles into it and it becomes hard and difficult to cram into the bottle to dissolve. sigh...But sometimes, even that seems to labor intensive for me. I'm kidding, seriously kidding.
But, I love the SOBE lifewater. My favorite flavor is the black and blue berry. It's vitamin enhanced "forti-fight" and whatever it fights, I haven't a clue but I love the flavor and at zero calories, how can you resist? I'm also quite fond of the yumberry pomegranate "purify" as well. Now if only I can convince Sam's Club to carry my flavors, I would be golden! Otherwise, I'll just have to keep stalking the closest Speedway for their 2 for $2.22 deals.
If you haven't tried either of them yet, I highly recommend them! And for me to recommend something, you know it must be good!
Sex Talk Education
I know that my three regular readers all know me and my most fabulous 12 - year old son. Really truly, he is fabulous. He was in the paper last week as he was interviewed for Constitution Day. Yes, I didn't even know such a day existed! He managed to score the one and only goal for his soccer team out of two games to have their total score record of 1-14! He managed to make another week of the Survivor Football Pool being one of 27 of the originating 51. Yes, yes I know, if you happen to have come across this blog for the first time, that doesn't make him fabulous, truly I understand that.
Over the past several years, T and I have had numerous sex talks. If I ever learned from MP how to "link" posts, I'd probably term myself "linker" but I never quite figured it out. So I can't refer you to those great past blogs! Anyway, it's been a little while since my son and I discussed sex. We talk about it intermittently.
Like the dinner conversation the other night when he was sucking up Ramen Noodles and asked what would happen if he bit down on them when he was sucking them up. DUH. Which then I decided to discuss french kissing with him and how not to kiss as if he were sucking up noodles! Seriously, where do I come up with this stuff? If that wasn't bad enough, the conversation went from bad to worse (all the while him laughing hysterically) when I told him not to ever call a girl a noodle or a wet noodle and then I just had to end the conversation by saying, forget the whole deal. Never call anyone anything related to a noodle. End of Story.
Today I learned of a twelve year old boy who impregnated a thirteen year old girl. She is six weeks pregnant. Her parents want her to get an abortion, she wants to keep the child. She could be facing felony charges as she had sex with a person under the age of 13. He could face misdemeanor charges. The girls parents want child support. The boy wants a paternity test. At what age is a child able to decide if they can keep their baby? At what age can a parent decide that their child can't keep a baby?
It is never too early to discuss sex with our children. Whether they want to hear it or not. Whether you think you have ingrained the sex education into their minds or not. Remember, how they forget to bathe or shower or brush their teeth? How can we expect them to remember after one or two or three sex talks? Talk until you can't talk anymore and then talk again. Whether you think your child is sexually active or not. Whether you think they even look at children of the opposite gender. You think it won't happen to your child, you think it can't? Think again. It can and it will. Educate, educate, educate.
I know that my dinnertime discussion with my son or the talk before the Biggest Loser will again be on sex, intercourse, pregnancy, condoms, std's...you name it. I think of it, I know it, I will share it. I will share it again and again until he knows it. Again and again until he can recite it. I will do my part as a parent and hope and pray that it is enough. Let it be enough...
Over the past several years, T and I have had numerous sex talks. If I ever learned from MP how to "link" posts, I'd probably term myself "linker" but I never quite figured it out. So I can't refer you to those great past blogs! Anyway, it's been a little while since my son and I discussed sex. We talk about it intermittently.
Like the dinner conversation the other night when he was sucking up Ramen Noodles and asked what would happen if he bit down on them when he was sucking them up. DUH. Which then I decided to discuss french kissing with him and how not to kiss as if he were sucking up noodles! Seriously, where do I come up with this stuff? If that wasn't bad enough, the conversation went from bad to worse (all the while him laughing hysterically) when I told him not to ever call a girl a noodle or a wet noodle and then I just had to end the conversation by saying, forget the whole deal. Never call anyone anything related to a noodle. End of Story.
Today I learned of a twelve year old boy who impregnated a thirteen year old girl. She is six weeks pregnant. Her parents want her to get an abortion, she wants to keep the child. She could be facing felony charges as she had sex with a person under the age of 13. He could face misdemeanor charges. The girls parents want child support. The boy wants a paternity test. At what age is a child able to decide if they can keep their baby? At what age can a parent decide that their child can't keep a baby?
It is never too early to discuss sex with our children. Whether they want to hear it or not. Whether you think you have ingrained the sex education into their minds or not. Remember, how they forget to bathe or shower or brush their teeth? How can we expect them to remember after one or two or three sex talks? Talk until you can't talk anymore and then talk again. Whether you think your child is sexually active or not. Whether you think they even look at children of the opposite gender. You think it won't happen to your child, you think it can't? Think again. It can and it will. Educate, educate, educate.
I know that my dinnertime discussion with my son or the talk before the Biggest Loser will again be on sex, intercourse, pregnancy, condoms, std's...you name it. I think of it, I know it, I will share it. I will share it again and again until he knows it. Again and again until he can recite it. I will do my part as a parent and hope and pray that it is enough. Let it be enough...
Sick of Bed...
I am seldom, if ever, sick. Sometimes, when the scales are tipping in the wrong way or I hear of someone who was sick and lost drastic amounts of weight, I wish I were sick. Fortunately, I my wishes don't come true!
Friday night JN and I went out. I was suppose to meet up with a new guy, but we hadn't confirmed anything and then I checked my emails and he was thinking Saturday. So seeing that things were going fairly well with 601, I decided to invite him out to meet JN and get her opinion before hanging out with him the rest of the weekend. JN's opinion of him, as understatement, was less than favorable. Pretty much, me wearing the empathetic shoes, I felt the need to defend both 601 and JN's positions. Anyway, overall the night went well, until I opted to sleep in JN's "cat room"/guest bedroom rather than her trusty couch where I usually crash. Bad idea #1.
Saturday after several back and forth "discussions" with 601, we resolved the issue to get together and still plan on going canoeing. I was feeling congested already, but nothing I couldn't handle. We had a great time canoeing and wading in the water. I probably didn't have the best idea to initiate a splashing of water from the paddle which ensued a full force response, directly in my right ear. I think I managed to get "Swimmers Ear". Never having it, there is no guarantee, but less than hours later the whole sinus cavity on my right side - ear, nose, throat were inflamed. We continued the date and went rollerblading, where things only went south.
You see, I have this thing called a memory. I think I have a good one. I also have good listening skills. Hence, I listen and remember things. On several different dates with 601 somethings either haven't added up or he gets defensive when I ask him something that I didn't know the answer. He claims he's told me. Then there was a question about "my sister". Mind you, I don't have a sister. So, I tried to explain to him that with online dating, it is easy to confuse what has been told and not told when communicating with numerous people. We all do it. It happens. Even to me. Needless to say, this only aggravated him more. When push came to shove, he asked if I was interested in a long term relationship with him and when my response was that I wasn't sure yet, he pushed harder and I said NO. Yep, we all know where that went.
Needless to say, as the silence and the wedge grew larger, I was becoming more ill. We finished rollerblading and returned to his vehicle. On the drive back to my car, he tried to rectify the situation and even asked me out to dinner. I was feeling increasingly worse, cold chills, plugged ear, sore throat and I declined and headed home.
I spent a great 99.8% of the next 60 hours at home either in bed, on the couch or in a chair. Yes, good times. I'm finally back to work, but still not feeling fabulous but I couldn't handle another minute of laying around the house. I can't even begin to fathom what I would do if I were either unemployed or retired...
Friday night JN and I went out. I was suppose to meet up with a new guy, but we hadn't confirmed anything and then I checked my emails and he was thinking Saturday. So seeing that things were going fairly well with 601, I decided to invite him out to meet JN and get her opinion before hanging out with him the rest of the weekend. JN's opinion of him, as understatement, was less than favorable. Pretty much, me wearing the empathetic shoes, I felt the need to defend both 601 and JN's positions. Anyway, overall the night went well, until I opted to sleep in JN's "cat room"/guest bedroom rather than her trusty couch where I usually crash. Bad idea #1.
Saturday after several back and forth "discussions" with 601, we resolved the issue to get together and still plan on going canoeing. I was feeling congested already, but nothing I couldn't handle. We had a great time canoeing and wading in the water. I probably didn't have the best idea to initiate a splashing of water from the paddle which ensued a full force response, directly in my right ear. I think I managed to get "Swimmers Ear". Never having it, there is no guarantee, but less than hours later the whole sinus cavity on my right side - ear, nose, throat were inflamed. We continued the date and went rollerblading, where things only went south.
You see, I have this thing called a memory. I think I have a good one. I also have good listening skills. Hence, I listen and remember things. On several different dates with 601 somethings either haven't added up or he gets defensive when I ask him something that I didn't know the answer. He claims he's told me. Then there was a question about "my sister". Mind you, I don't have a sister. So, I tried to explain to him that with online dating, it is easy to confuse what has been told and not told when communicating with numerous people. We all do it. It happens. Even to me. Needless to say, this only aggravated him more. When push came to shove, he asked if I was interested in a long term relationship with him and when my response was that I wasn't sure yet, he pushed harder and I said NO. Yep, we all know where that went.
Needless to say, as the silence and the wedge grew larger, I was becoming more ill. We finished rollerblading and returned to his vehicle. On the drive back to my car, he tried to rectify the situation and even asked me out to dinner. I was feeling increasingly worse, cold chills, plugged ear, sore throat and I declined and headed home.
I spent a great 99.8% of the next 60 hours at home either in bed, on the couch or in a chair. Yes, good times. I'm finally back to work, but still not feeling fabulous but I couldn't handle another minute of laying around the house. I can't even begin to fathom what I would do if I were either unemployed or retired...
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Shithead
As I sit here with thoughts racing through my mind, I feel like a shithead. While I would like to say that I don't have regrets in my life, only life lessons, there are rare times when my actions, I clearly regret. But sometimes, whether or not out of nervousness, tiredness, stress or whatever it may be, my behavior can be inappropriate and usually in the means of laughter.
Last night I had a "date", call it 701 I suppose, since he's the seventh person that I've met since I rejoined the free dating site. To me, that seems infinitely impossible and WAY too many people to meet, but afterall it's just a meet and greet date, or it should be with the exception that I'm a "marathon dater". Let me digress and say that 601, where I assured myself on a weeknight would not be a marathon date, turned into 7.5 hours and 20 miles of exercise!
Anyway...701 was running late and had called while I was en route to the restuarant. He thought that he told me he would call when he was done with coaching, but what was agreed was that we would meet at 7p.m. I arrived about ten minutes early and was chatting on the phone when I decided I would attempt to sit at the bar and grab a drink. As I walked toward the door, there was a slight commotion on the sidewalk. An overweight man without a shirt was down on his knees on the sidewalk clutching a pack of cigarettes in his hand. A shirt was wadded up on the ground in front of him and a cane was haphazardly lying in the rock garden. A woman was talking to him and offering him assistance to stand and asking if he wanted a chair. Two men were standing next to them staring down upon the man. I asked if they needed assistance or a call or anything. One of the men said, "No. He was on fire."
What? How is one on fire? And only because the man was OK, did I find the situation funny. Yes, I am awful in the fact that I found the entire situation funny. A man managed to catch himself on fire while smoking outside of a restaurant in broad daylight. The Ex-Bf told me I'm "Going to Hell" for thinking it was funny, even though he laughed to. I went inside and one of the waitresses was on the phone with 911 reporting the incident. I went to the bar and mentioned it to the bartender and then conversed with three gentleman about it across the bar. Obviously had the man been injured, there would have been absolutely no humor in the story, none. And maybe there isn't regardless.
But to me, in the unknown nervousness of meeting a date in a bar and approaching the aftermath of someone who had been "on fire", I laughed and therefore I am a shithead. Fortunately he was OK and didn't have any burns on him either. On a more serious note though, this man should not be smoking!
Last night I had a "date", call it 701 I suppose, since he's the seventh person that I've met since I rejoined the free dating site. To me, that seems infinitely impossible and WAY too many people to meet, but afterall it's just a meet and greet date, or it should be with the exception that I'm a "marathon dater". Let me digress and say that 601, where I assured myself on a weeknight would not be a marathon date, turned into 7.5 hours and 20 miles of exercise!
Anyway...701 was running late and had called while I was en route to the restuarant. He thought that he told me he would call when he was done with coaching, but what was agreed was that we would meet at 7p.m. I arrived about ten minutes early and was chatting on the phone when I decided I would attempt to sit at the bar and grab a drink. As I walked toward the door, there was a slight commotion on the sidewalk. An overweight man without a shirt was down on his knees on the sidewalk clutching a pack of cigarettes in his hand. A shirt was wadded up on the ground in front of him and a cane was haphazardly lying in the rock garden. A woman was talking to him and offering him assistance to stand and asking if he wanted a chair. Two men were standing next to them staring down upon the man. I asked if they needed assistance or a call or anything. One of the men said, "No. He was on fire."
What? How is one on fire? And only because the man was OK, did I find the situation funny. Yes, I am awful in the fact that I found the entire situation funny. A man managed to catch himself on fire while smoking outside of a restaurant in broad daylight. The Ex-Bf told me I'm "Going to Hell" for thinking it was funny, even though he laughed to. I went inside and one of the waitresses was on the phone with 911 reporting the incident. I went to the bar and mentioned it to the bartender and then conversed with three gentleman about it across the bar. Obviously had the man been injured, there would have been absolutely no humor in the story, none. And maybe there isn't regardless.
But to me, in the unknown nervousness of meeting a date in a bar and approaching the aftermath of someone who had been "on fire", I laughed and therefore I am a shithead. Fortunately he was OK and didn't have any burns on him either. On a more serious note though, this man should not be smoking!
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