tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67293346208754039912024-03-27T19:53:33.084-04:00Oh! Sweet Pig!Randomness and a little bit of love for ice cream, chocolate and pork productsLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-14769065765219081272010-09-13T21:23:00.002-04:002010-09-13T21:40:19.228-04:00Post 99!Who knows what post 100 will be, but 99 is about librarians and the post office. Not together mind you. First the librarian. As I was returning my book, Angry Conversations with God, and checking out my new book, When God doesn't make sense, it dawned on me that librarians probably see all kinds of things that they DON'T want to. Like the lady checking out books about an eating disorder or the guy checking out books to get over his porn addiction. And I wondered if they make up stories about these people and their lives (cause I KNOW I would). Oh you poor librarians. I thought about explaining my book choices, but 1. I don't need to explain myself and 2. it is apparent :-). There was also this elderly lady talking about another elderly person who just died and her family found her STD medication. Luckily though, this was a book she read... <em>or so she said</em>.....<br /><br />Also, I joined the circus today. Well not really, it was the post office (and I didn't even join...). While dropping off my letters to be magically transported to somewhere in the US, I saw a sign for a part time opening at my little country location. By the time I got back to the car, I was already a full fledged postal worker (in my mind). I had my routes set out, thought about how awesome my legs would look in their uniform (although my legs already look awesome, so I guess how "awesomer" they would look). I had my sunblock picked out and was already cautioning myself on being diligent about applying. I was even thinking about the homemade cookies I would get from the people on my route and hoping they wouldn't be laced with cyanide.I envisioned going over to Teresa's house (the postal worker I have befriended during my many trips) for the annual Christmas party and contemplated what I would bring. Alas, it must have been an old posting because when I got home to check, there were no openings at my little country branch. <em>Sigh</em><br /><br />Peanut butter, peanut, cocoa, stale cheerios concoction I made this weekend. Warning: (and you would think it was about using stale cheerios, but actually they weren't that bad!) chop up the peanuts!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-55507387491234099722010-08-22T22:36:00.002-04:002010-08-22T22:45:48.302-04:00Raise your hand if you're sure! Or if you want to hope you're sure...So today, I spent my time walking around Clemson Stadium with a fanatic....you know who you are. And it was good....well most of it was good. See, it was hot, and humid and the sweat was just a-rollin' off me and the thousands of people there. This is when it matters what kind of deodorant you have on. And for me, it mattered a lot! I actually wear a natural deodorant (for different reasons, but I've been doing it since seeing a family member do it, yet, not smelling her. Ha!). And normally, I'm happy with the protection it provides. But this is when I'm in the comfort of my own home, and don't care if it works well or not. And I gladly report that it did well today! I got no complaints from any of the people around me. Yay! And upon doing the arm sniff test as I type this (and the 20 or so times I checked today), I can say that, "I'm sure!"<br /><br />Dove dark chocolate bar.Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-66078459157033875822010-08-19T23:08:00.002-04:002010-08-19T23:16:56.743-04:00Honorable MentionsAs I prepare to make my way out of crazy S. Florida, here are some things worth sharing:<br />-I didn't get shot. Yay!! Not from a stray bullet or anything like that ( although it is totally possible). But on purpose. Because there were many times when the "wiser" thing would have been for me to keep my mouth shut since I never knew if the other person was possessing a deadly weapon....<br />-While waiting for the light to turn green, I saw this lovely lady pull out her tweezers, identify the gray hairs on her head in her side view mirror, and then... pluck them.<br />-I will no longer have easy access to my mother's amazing cooking. So, I've frozen all of the food that I can and will pack them in my suitcase in the morning. (I have left behind clothes in order to fit all the food)<br />-I am looking forward to counting the number of pigeons I will see in the airport.... and getting the heck up outta here!<br /><br />Also, I will go back to eating non-Breyers fdds. I had the most amazing carrot cake today with melted icing and fresh whip cream. Yum-o!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-81324403945485212852010-08-14T00:49:00.002-04:002010-08-14T00:57:29.453-04:00I know I'm in South Florida when....When I don't bat an eye that there is a pigeon in the airport. Even one that's eating food off the ground. Because last time I was in the airport, I saw three of them. I even thought it funny that the people behind me in baggage claim thought <span style="font-style:italic;">it</span> was amusing and were surprised by it. <span style="font-style:italic;">Tourists</span>! <span style="font-style:italic;">You're the amusing ones.</span> Also not a shock: that my bag looked like 3 other bags on the belt, causing me to accost a woman and ask her if she had the right bag. Also not a shock: someone stalled in the turning lane and the cars behind him were still honking him to go. <span style="font-style:italic;">Because cars run on honks and NOT the engine....</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">Sigh</span>. Good ole S. Florida. Thank God it's just vacation. No really, I thanked God. <br /><br />Breyer's ice cream sandwich. Yep, back on the Breyers... Also, my mother bought, <span style="font-style:italic;">gasp</span>, Florida Natural orange juice! I don't even know who this woman is anymore!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-22750227144679014802010-08-11T03:22:00.002-04:002010-08-11T03:31:56.187-04:0026% almost equals 100%....if you round up a lot.I'm stirring things up! So I've decided that my goal of 365 (375 depending on who you talk to) is done. Yep, I'm throwing in the towel. Partly because I created this goal and can't figure out why I did or what I wanted to accomplish at the end of it besides saying that I blogged for 365/375 days... Partly because it causes me extra stress to figure out something clever or witty to blog about and this is NOT the time for extra stress in my life. And partly because I want to rebel (against <em>myself?</em>) and it gives me the feeling of being "bad" by not finishing something. So yea, I'm giving it to the man and will post when I want to. Thanks though to my 2 loyal fans! I dedicate this rebellion to you. Now, off to get that tattoo....<br /><br />The last half of the half of cupcake from last nite ( I just wanted to rile the roomie up; I didn't really eat all of it) and Edy's peanut butter fdd.Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-54282091725790455152010-08-10T01:41:00.003-04:002010-08-10T01:45:14.422-04:00Conquer the dessert worldSo I've been eating desserts like crazy (it's a comfort food) lately and also adding some inches to my waist line. I've had lots of goodies and some not so goodies. But tonite's desserts was a goodie, especially since it followed barbecue pork chops. Yum. I had pepperidge farm's chocolate petit cake and boy was it chocolate-y. But it wasn't as good as the last half of the roomie's cupcake. There's just something sweet (and tempting) about forbidden food.....Too bad that started the fall of man and probably a dispute in this house.<br /><br />Good thing tmw is grocery day so I can replace them....Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-35441807095310370382010-08-08T23:19:00.002-04:002010-08-08T23:21:46.323-04:00Good food, good friends, and a good swingJust wanted to say that today ended well with some tacos, some talking, and some taking in the scenes on a swing :-) (hey, I needed something that started with a "t"!).<br /><br />Edy's chocolate peanut butter cup fdd in a waffle cone.Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-46044422061342559752010-08-07T23:59:00.002-04:002010-08-08T00:21:27.122-04:00I traveled these dusty roads just to get to you...Mayfield Ice Cream?I've been super excited over the past two days over the thought of going to a local orchard and eating their homemade ice cream (after visiting Calabash Creamery, I want to try every homemade ice cream shop there is). Well today, my wait was over. I slipped into my shoes, grabbed my bag and put on my ice-cream-here-I-come attitude! And when I got to the orchard, I found out.... they got rid of their homemade ice cream because of the cost and now only serve Mayfield. Mayfield!!?!?! No offense Mayfied, but I can get you at the grocery store. And at least Spill the Beans mixes things into you. But the day was saved, <em>whew</em>, by the roomie and<a href="http://www.clemson.edu/icecream/"> 55 exchange</a>! Yummy times 2Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-84600301749051565272010-08-06T23:55:00.002-04:002010-08-07T00:03:52.636-04:00City watch...Well the roomie and I could not have been more wrong. It turns out that BOTH of the neighbors are moving out! Man, I thought the story we made up was pretty good (and accurate...). Although, we're not convinced that the guy wasn't cheating... Anyway, the icing on the cake for today's spying was running into the neighbors at the post office. I wasn't actually able to go in, because I couldn't compose myself. I was way too giddy about seeing them fill out their change of address form and thinking about having watched them through my blinds. Ha. Oh well. Hope someone else moves in that provides this much entertainment. I also hope they have an animal with as funny of a name as sugar britches- the old neighbors' cat...<br /><br />As a "reward" for trying to spy on my neighbors one last time last nite before bed, I peaked out of the windows and saw... a deer! In the front yard! I guess that's what I get for being nosy- my enemy in my own front yard!<br /><br />Chocolate cake with peanut butter filling and home-made icing. YUMMY!!!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-7842556715078992952010-08-05T23:01:00.003-04:002010-08-05T23:15:56.649-04:00Neighborhood watch....Well the dog in car neighbors are making another appearance on the blog! This time, because the girlfriend is moving out! When the roomie and I pulled in today, we saw a huge U-haul in their driveway. Throughout the day, we watched them load things (just the girl's things) into the truck and devised this story: She is moving out because she found out her boyfriend was cheating (this is based on <em><a href="http://interruptingcheese.blogspot.com/2010/07/drama-rama.html">previous sightings of a huge fight</a></em> between the two and a suspicious car that's been noticed when the girlfriend is gone, and also because we like making up stories). Then tonite, we saw them looking around their yard with flashlights and figured they were looking for their cat. Well it turned out, their cat was lying in our yard! Ha! So the roomie went over and let them know. Eventually they were able to corner the cat (this is after chasing it all the way down the street) and get it back inside. We're not going to tell them that the only reason that we knew they were looking for their cat was because we've been spying on them from across the street. That would just be weird and nosy.... :-). I'll keep you posted!<br /><br />Chocolate cupcake from Wal-mart. Overall, not too bad. The frosting was the best part.Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-83970713231707823382010-08-04T22:48:00.002-04:002010-08-04T22:56:35.168-04:00Hodge podgeSo with no main theme. I'll just give updates, and some randomness.<br /><br />My squash from my gardening post are doing very very well. The tree seeds however, are not.<br /><br />While I have several people who did pay for the things I listed on Ebay, 4 people did not! I guess that's part of being a business owner :-).<br /><br />My black out curtains are working super well; it looks like midnight ALL the time in my room. ALL the time.<br /><br />Edy's peanut butter cup tastes better on the waffle cones I bought yesterday.Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-79036890673350012412010-08-04T00:45:00.002-04:002010-08-04T00:53:38.986-04:00One woman's trash is another woman's ebay purchaseSo I recently listed a bunch of my old perfumes on Ebay. And fortunately for me, most of them sold. What I don't understand though is how much they sold for. Like the perfume that I bought at Walmart for under $10 that ended up selling for $13.50, not including shipping and handling. $13.50 and it's sold at Walmart!!! Now it's got me asking everyone (mostly the roommate) for other things to sell. So yep, I'm taking donations cause I need to get my Ebay store off the ground!<br /><br />Chick Fil A kid's coneLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-27829099073445723242010-08-02T22:43:00.002-04:002010-08-02T23:00:51.734-04:00What do you do when your friend bursts your bubble...You do a blog post about them and call them a liar. Well, my "friend" informed me that Cheaters is fake. FAKE!!! As in, they script it and pay people to pretend that they are cheating or being cheated on. Well after doing some "research", I found various websites saying that some people were paid to act on Cheaters. But I refuse to believe that the whole show is a fake. You just have to watch it. And if it is fake (and it's not!), they do a darn good job. Anyway, back to this friend. I believe in elementary school she probably also told some kid that Santa Claus wasn't real or that the dollar s/he got from the tooth fairy really came from their parent's wallet.... Well, since I want to keep this friend, I'm going to have to forgive her.... for lying. Cheaters is real. You hear that!? REALLLLLLLL!<br /><br />Edy's chocolate peanut butter cup fdd.Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-17292895386953289822010-08-01T22:44:00.003-04:002010-08-01T23:10:02.517-04:00Unbe"weave"ableToday I enjoyed watching one of my favorite shows, Cheaters, and I finally realized why I like it so much. It's their play on words! Today, two women fought over a guy (as usual) and started pulling each other's hair. Well, both were wearing weaves and one of their weaves came off. :-). So as they were re-capping the story, they said.... We'll let you know how she <em>weaved</em> her life back together... HA!! Another example is the lady working in a cosmetic store, concerned that her boyfriend is "covering-up" his affair with another woman. Oh, they are so clever!<br /><br />Edy's chocolate peanut butter cup fdd.Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-480294153513218402010-07-31T23:59:00.003-04:002010-08-01T00:20:00.400-04:00Impatience vs. Laziness. And the winner is....As much as I love Wally-world (Walmart- and I really don't love it at all), it separates people into two groups. There are the "lazies" and the "impatients". The lazies are those who wait 5 minutes for a close parking spot even though there are five people (the impatients) behind you who would gladly go around your car if they could and park in that parking spot that yes, is a little bit farther, but at least we would have been in the store 5 minutes ago.... <em>whew</em>! Guess which one I am. I could really just say that there are the lazies and the walkers (you know, impatient sounds so negative).<br /><br />Peanut butter pie. Yummy!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-63962995667691488182010-07-30T23:31:00.002-04:002010-07-30T23:36:27.547-04:00Back up off me homie!While at Publix today, I was minding my business looking at movies at the blockbuster kiosk when Mr. I-don't-know-what-appropriate-space-is, stood behind me... pacing. So what did I do? What every passive aggressive person does, continues looking through the movies but at an even slower pace just to keep you waiting. I do the same thing for people who get too close to my car bumper. <em>Because you think being super close to me is somehow going to make me speed up?</em> Oh no, I slow down. Back up off me homie!<br /><br />I just ate dinner. Partly because I started "cooking" late and partly because I can't cook and was scared to eat it. Just be happy you weren't invited over to "enjoy" it with me....<br /><br />Edy's chocolate peanut butter cup fddLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-46607305220703569002010-07-29T22:49:00.002-04:002010-07-29T22:52:36.491-04:00PrincipleEver do something just because of principle? Of course you have! I.e., this blog post. Don't know what to blog about but know that I've completed 82 posts of my 375 :-).... and this makes 83!<br /><br />Hershey's dark chocolate. Also had a piece of a dark chocolate and almond shortbread cookie that I rescued from the attack ants that got the entire bag! <br />:-(Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-13349020973918667262010-07-28T23:52:00.002-04:002010-07-29T00:04:20.899-04:002nd driver says "Oh!"I've been "fondly" given the title, second driver. It's just a nicer way of saying that I'm a "back seat driver" and that when I'm in the passenger seat of your car, I have license to make lots of exclamations and tell you where to go and how to drive. However, I understand that this is not an appropriate position to hold in <em>everyone's</em> car since some people don't like being told how to drive.<em> Hmph, their loss</em>. Well today, I was socially appropriate as I was riding in the passenger seat with my friend. This is the first time I've ridden in her car as a passenger.... and it will probably be the last. <em>Oh, me? Thanks for the offer friend, I'll just take my car. See you there! </em>Although I like her confidence in being able to brake effectively, I'm not so fond of the distance she puts between her car and the one in front of her and the FREQUENCY of her "effective braking". So because being a 2nd driver is my nature and because it wouldn't work very well for me to exclaim "oh" several times during the car ride (especially when she <em>slammed</em> on the brakes)... I shut my eyes. Hey, who needs to <em>see</em> an accident anyway?<br /><br />Chocolate brownie at Mimi's cafe. Yummy!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-60624845862869920522010-07-27T23:56:00.003-04:002010-07-28T00:10:25.088-04:00GardeningI'm thinking about starting a new profession as a gardener. You must know though that when I start things, I don't usually do it properly. I didn't read anything or ask anyone for tips, or even research it on the internet. I put seeds in paper cups and now call myself a gardener. Luckily though, those seeds took off and I now have a squash plant! This has in turn caused me to plant other things, like the seeds that came from a tree in the backyard and in the future, probably whatever produce I pick up at the grocery store that has seeds. Now, my capability of not killing the plants is a different story....<br /><br />Edy's chocolate peanut butter cup fddLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-42487544804893767592010-07-26T21:14:00.002-04:002010-07-26T21:20:31.069-04:00Oh dear, a deer!I did it! I successfully avoided mating my car with two deer that were on the side of the road. As I was on my way home thinking about what to blog about today, inspiration pointed their beady little eyes at me. I did the appropriate thing, I slowed down and waited to see what they would do which was run back into the bushes instead of <em>into my lane</em>. This is much better than my reaction last week which was screaming and swerving my car to the left (thank goodness there were no on-coming cars). I am soo proud of myself. It doesn't matter that for the next 4 miles, I drove 35 mpg in a 55 or that I imagined deer at every turn, including this giganto bird that I somehow convinced myself was a deer with wings. FYI, deer and cockroaches bring about the same reaction in me; I dislike them both. Yeah, deer are beautiful. But you know what, not when they're in the side of your car. So Me-1, deer-0. Yay!<br /><br />The last of Edy's oreo fdd.Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-66618361192003362622010-07-25T15:55:00.002-04:002010-07-25T15:59:10.832-04:00Technology is.....This one is sooo profound, that it's shorter than a normal post and way earlier...<br /><br />Technology is..... using my cell phone to call my roommate in the next room to use her ipod to program a show to record on the dvr that's in the living room....<br /><br />Technology is (in my life)... laziness made easier :-)<br /><br />Hershey's dark candy bar piece.Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-9018558039211697622010-07-24T22:14:00.002-04:002010-07-24T22:21:55.578-04:00Sometimes you should just pee in your pants....On the way home today, I HAD to stop at the gas station to use their restroom. HAD to, because if this was not a necessity, I would have run out of the building screaming and never go in there again. The bathroom was nasty (and that image will probably stay with me for the rest of my life). The entire sink was dirty. The floors looked like they hadn't been swept or mopped...ever. The toilet was gross, but luckily there was nothing waiting in there for me. I did however, have company while using the bathroom... yep, the flies. But I made it through. And when I told the cashier that the bathroom could use a <em>little</em> cleaning, he replied that the guy that is supposed to clean it doesn't come until tonite....<em>because he's the only one that can clean it?</em> Please don't act like he cleans it every nite either. <br /><br />So I now have 2 situations where it is acceptable to pee in your pants: while in the pool, or when faced with the option of using this gas station bathroom again.<br /><br />Nestle drumstick fddLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-71495152547874134912010-07-24T00:59:00.002-04:002010-07-24T01:29:56.076-04:00Rated GI have a tv-watching issue and probably should be supervised while watching it. Hence the guidance rating. Not because of the content, but because of what it does to me. When I watch tv, I pretty much can't concentrate on anything else. I'm very much like that 4 year old whose name you call but doesn't answer because he's watching cartoons. Except... I'm not 4. Like tonight, while watching Jay Leno, I stopped brushing my teeth and just stood there because I was so mesmerized by Jay and his guest. I even refuse to put a tv in my bedroom because I would probably not get any sleep. I've also had to stop watching specific channels, because if I didn't stop, my life would probably be wasting away in front of the tv. I think my biggest issue is that I get so wrapped up in the show. It gets absorbed into my bones and my mind. Like when I watch shows that have a lot of drama, I get even more overly dramatic. Or when I watch shows like Dateline (tonight's episodes were amazing. One was about a family who had to "play nice" with their son's crazy murderous girlfriend so that she would let them see their grandson, who she also ended up killing along with herself...whoa!), they stay with me for such a long time and I end up dreaming about them. But tv can be so entertaining and a way to escape reality. Maybe if someone would just monitor my viewing habits, then everything would be ok :-)<br /><br />Hershey's dark chocolate bar (not all of it, calm down)Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-74717143530076391302010-07-23T00:02:00.003-04:002010-07-23T00:20:16.951-04:00How to MacGyver "blackout" curtainsEver since I stayed in a hotel with blackout curtains, I have been in love. <em>Curtains that make it seem like it's night time when it's actually noon?</em>! So I've been trying to recreate this phenomenon in my own room at home. And today I did it! Not really, but close enough. So here is how you can do it too.<br />-get 4 curtain rods, and 8 curtain panels<br />- place 1 curtain on a rod, place 3 curtains on the other rod<br />-rest the rod with 1 curtain against the wall, above the window<br />-figure out how to attach push pins and rubber bands in an attempt to get the rod to stay against the wall<br />-fail at that<br />-place the 2nd rod that has 3 curtains in front of the 1st rod, but at least on the hooks<br />-spread it out as far as you can, so that it seems your curtains are covering ALL of the window and 60% of your wall<br />-turn on and off bedroom lights to see if you have achieved the desired effect<br />-repeat for 2nd window, <em>kind of</em><br />-sit back and admire your handiwork and also exclaim how ugly your curtains and room look because you don't have enough matching curtains and one window is red, yellow, red and the other is green, orange, green<br />-go to sleep and hope you did a good job<br /><br />No ice cream today! Can you believe it? Yea, me neither. I did have dark chocolate m&ms though.Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729334620875403991.post-9096017267504277372010-07-21T23:28:00.003-04:002010-08-05T23:13:12.584-04:00Drama ramaI love drama. Love love love it. There's probably something wrong with that since I'm feeding off of someone else's crazy emotions. But that's not the point of this. Anyways, I love shows like Cheaters and Bridezillas (and sometimes I really really do feel bad for the ones who hire Cheaters or the people that have to put up with those brides), especially when they have people on their being overly dramatic for the cameras. Like this one lady who caught her husband cheating, but was screaming and looking into the cameras to make sure they captured it. Or the lady who took up 3 separate episodes of Bridezillas because she was so over the top. <em>"You $10 an hour door man".</em> But I really like real life drama (just not in <em>my</em> life...). Like my neighbors today, yep the same ones from the "<strong><a href="http://interruptingcheese.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-why-reality-tv-exists-because.html">dog sitting in car incident</a></strong>", who one of them tried chasing behind the other one's car trying not to get them to leave. Also it looked like the one in the car threw the house keys out the window. You have no idea what kind of story I made up about their fight. Or the guy that was in Walgreens yesterday who asked the cashier if he had a chair because his blood sugar was low and he was about to pass out (Um, sir, are you saying that I'm taking too long in line?). This was after he told his daughter that she better get something to drink or she would be dehydrated and that would make him upset. Yep, he was all drama. So, what I'm saying is, if you see someone peeking through their blinds at you or craning their neck to hear your convo and partake in your drama, it's me.<br /><br />Jamaican me crazy (very fitting name) from Bruster's. Double Yummy! FYI, this is the order of ice cream shops, starting with the best (<em>ya know, cause you asked</em>):<br />Calabash Creamery<br />Bruster's<br />Ben & Jerry's<br />Coldstone<br />Chick Fil A<br />*if it's not on the list, it's not worth mentioning (this list will be updated as I eat my way around the world)Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840356712055778229noreply@blogger.com0