Monday, March 31, 2003
Last night Maria, Leah and I were at Katie and Charlene's house (Leah's best friends) and we were drinking rum and beer into the wee hours of the morning. At one point we ran out of beer and Maria and I went on a run. The very smart, lovely, gemy Maria decided that we should multi-task and have Ice cream AND beer. Me and Leah shared some Peanut Butter Me Up and Maria had a chocolate crunch bar on a stick. Very delicious night! :-)
Sunday, March 30, 2003
Bye!
I'll be gone for two weeks. I hope to have the chance to check the blog while away, but in the meantime, ya goils have fun! Mayhaps youse will all go out for a social while I'm away? Give me something fun to read about? Maybe I'll try some ice cream in Canada, and see if it's as good. There beer far outshines ours, but their food totally sucks big wang. Peameal bacon. Ew. I'll miss you! Miss me, m'kay?
And check out the newly added bio for Lisa!
I'll be gone for two weeks. I hope to have the chance to check the blog while away, but in the meantime, ya goils have fun! Mayhaps youse will all go out for a social while I'm away? Give me something fun to read about? Maybe I'll try some ice cream in Canada, and see if it's as good. There beer far outshines ours, but their food totally sucks big wang. Peameal bacon. Ew. I'll miss you! Miss me, m'kay?
And check out the newly added bio for Lisa!
Saturday, March 29, 2003
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHERYL!!!
eat some ice cream and remember we love you babe!
oh yeah...and did you guys know that POPSICLE makes THREE flavors of creamsicle now??
you have your choice of orange, grape, or cherry. WOO!
(i took all the orange ones out of the box and hid them in a paper bag in the freezer. kids can have the other two flavors MUHAHAHA!!)
eat some ice cream and remember we love you babe!
oh yeah...and did you guys know that POPSICLE makes THREE flavors of creamsicle now??
you have your choice of orange, grape, or cherry. WOO!
(i took all the orange ones out of the box and hid them in a paper bag in the freezer. kids can have the other two flavors MUHAHAHA!!)
Thursday, March 27, 2003
ooh. i have had more of an excuse to eat ice cream in the last two days...
my birthday of course, but then my oldest has come down with some vile flu bug which is making her throat sore.
the pitiful conversation:
"mooooom. my throat hurts. i can't swallow. pleeeeeeze can you go get me some ice cream?"
"does it really hurt that bad, baby?"
"yeeeees. it does. and i'm sweatiiiiing."
"okay. we'll get ice cream. but only if you swallow the advil."
*insert visual of 10 year old rolling her eyes here"i guess i have to" *huge exasperated sigh*
"i guess you will. take your medicine or no ice cream."
ahhhh blackmail. the joys of being a mother.
my birthday of course, but then my oldest has come down with some vile flu bug which is making her throat sore.
the pitiful conversation:
"mooooom. my throat hurts. i can't swallow. pleeeeeeze can you go get me some ice cream?"
"does it really hurt that bad, baby?"
"yeeeees. it does. and i'm sweatiiiiing."
"okay. we'll get ice cream. but only if you swallow the advil."
*insert visual of 10 year old rolling her eyes here"i guess i have to" *huge exasperated sigh*
"i guess you will. take your medicine or no ice cream."
ahhhh blackmail. the joys of being a mother.
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
Last night I arrived in Buffalo after a pretty good flight into town (with the exception of the bunny hop landing the pilot did on the last leg and the very cynical 15 year old man-boy I sat next to on the first leg). I was really jones-ing for some ice cream but alas there was none to be found in my parent's house. *swears out loud* So I did my best and went on a dig. I found a partially freezer-burned carton of carmel prailine frozen yogurt and some reduced fat peanut butter and low fat oreos. Just a word to the wise that low fat peanut butter sticks to the esophogus going down. What the hell do they put in that stuff anyway?
As I am a good sport, I took a risk for the TLIC team. I had hemp ice cream people! I thought I should try out this long tabooed (at least in my eyes) treat and report back on the findings. I hate to say it but it was GOOD! I had a double dutch fudge hemp I scream! bar. I was a little skeptical at first but after the first few bites I was truely hooked. I will say though regular ice cream is better, but to my delight hemp ice cream is not that bad. It was 2 cookies (all vegan- with non-dairy chocolate chips) with some chocolate in between. The cookies had cinnamon in them and they were soft and yummy. The middle was made of hemp milk and some other natural ingredients. The only downside of this whole experience was the cost. This I scream sandwich was $3.78! Very expensive, but otherwise a plus. Try it sometime! 1.5 thumbs up.
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
thanks for the birthday wishes!!
*insert huge stupid grin here*
just thought i would let you know, i am consuming massive amounts of any ice cream i have in the freezer
(basically a combination of chocolate, crunchy munchy peanut butter, and butter pecan) while watching the hot as hot can be DVD a friend made me, of the Goo Goo Dolls on VH1's Story Tellers and the pretty "hanson stalker banner" cheryl made for me of my FAVORITE drummer in the whole entire universe. *huge sigh*
it's hot in here and my ice cream is melting waaaay too fast!
*slurps and licks spoon*
heeh.
*insert huge stupid grin here*
just thought i would let you know, i am consuming massive amounts of any ice cream i have in the freezer
(basically a combination of chocolate, crunchy munchy peanut butter, and butter pecan) while watching the hot as hot can be DVD a friend made me, of the Goo Goo Dolls on VH1's Story Tellers and the pretty "hanson stalker banner" cheryl made for me of my FAVORITE drummer in the whole entire universe. *huge sigh*
it's hot in here and my ice cream is melting waaaay too fast!
*slurps and licks spoon*
heeh.
Okay reporting ice-cream stories. Hmm or lack there of. So Leah had her Monthly chat this Monday at 9. Earlier that day I had been asked out to a movie and Some ice-cream after wards. Well, I regret I had to turn down the offer due to the fact that Well chat night had already been established, and it was the priority. So there is my lack of Ice-cream story for tonight. My friend was way bummed and extremely surprised that I would turn Ice-cream down. But then one must have the priorities "straight" sorta speak. Sides we worked it out so we'll just do it another time.:-D And that made us both Happy.
Monday, March 24, 2003
Stomach Leads the Way
My grandma loves to tell the story of how I always knew when we were going for ice cream when I was little (like 3 years old). Just by the way the car was turning down roads, I knew and would get excited and start kicking my heels against the seat. When I was a little older, about 4. I apparently told my Uncle Don how to get to the former-Friendly's in Irondequoit while my mom and aunt were shopping. My Uncle Don wasn't from Rochester, so they believed him when he told them I showed him the way. A couple years later (around age 11), I remember telling my Uncle Chester how to get to the Friendly's in Greece from Charlotte. I've always been good with directions and I credit it all to ice cream.
My grandma loves to tell the story of how I always knew when we were going for ice cream when I was little (like 3 years old). Just by the way the car was turning down roads, I knew and would get excited and start kicking my heels against the seat. When I was a little older, about 4. I apparently told my Uncle Don how to get to the former-Friendly's in Irondequoit while my mom and aunt were shopping. My Uncle Don wasn't from Rochester, so they believed him when he told them I showed him the way. A couple years later (around age 11), I remember telling my Uncle Chester how to get to the Friendly's in Greece from Charlotte. I've always been good with directions and I credit it all to ice cream.
Sunday, March 23, 2003
Happy Surprise!
So just a little while ago my mommy says, "Did you see your ice cream in the freezer?"
'"WHAT ICE CREAM?", I ask.
"Aunt Marie and I stopped at Bruster's last night and she bought you some ice cream."
So I go tearing to the freezer and there it is! Fat-free, sugar-free chocolate ripple! Yummy!
I LOVE MY AUNT MARIE!
And for the record, I'm stirring it.
So just a little while ago my mommy says, "Did you see your ice cream in the freezer?"
'"WHAT ICE CREAM?", I ask.
"Aunt Marie and I stopped at Bruster's last night and she bought you some ice cream."
So I go tearing to the freezer and there it is! Fat-free, sugar-free chocolate ripple! Yummy!
I LOVE MY AUNT MARIE!
And for the record, I'm stirring it.
Hello Everyone! Call me Pinky. I'm not sure why...Never really liked the color. I am getting older though, people change. Well I do like the pink part of spumoni [spoo-MOH-nee] (huh huh I wrote MO-n) the wickedly wonderful frozen molded Italian dessert consisting of two layers of ice cream (such as my favorite PISTACHIO and the pink part, cherry) loaded with maraschino cherries. If done right, a layer of sweetened whipped cream that has been flavored with rum and mixed with toasted nuts and candied fruit is sandwiched between the two. Sometimes the ice cream is lightened with whipped cream or beaten egg whites before being spooned into the mold. WOW I just had deja-vu. I guess I should be here then shouldn't I? Or am I just repeating myself?
Since the corn county I live in doesn't support local Spumoni and/or PISTACHIO ice cream consumption, I am forced to have tons of sex in order to lower my ice cream frustration. The last time I had a really GOOD amount of that beloved green delight was back in 1996, Salt Lake City, Utah. The home of this frozen concoction that THEY called a shake. When I think of a shake I think of McDonalds Vanilla or Chocolate or maybe Steak n Shake with whipped cream and a cherry on top, well in Utah, you eat your shake with a spoon. No suckin' on a straw. This stuff is so thick and creamy that people line up for blocks to order from the Iceburg specialty stand. MMMMM. It is so worth the wait.
Since the corn county I live in doesn't support local Spumoni and/or PISTACHIO ice cream consumption, I am forced to have tons of sex in order to lower my ice cream frustration. The last time I had a really GOOD amount of that beloved green delight was back in 1996, Salt Lake City, Utah. The home of this frozen concoction that THEY called a shake. When I think of a shake I think of McDonalds Vanilla or Chocolate or maybe Steak n Shake with whipped cream and a cherry on top, well in Utah, you eat your shake with a spoon. No suckin' on a straw. This stuff is so thick and creamy that people line up for blocks to order from the Iceburg specialty stand. MMMMM. It is so worth the wait.
so it's what? 12:30 AM? the ice cream voices are calling me again. *bangs head on desk*
resident ASSHOLE is snoring in the middle of the living room floor, bookends are sleeping with their faces all smushed together, forehead to forehead. they look cute, but i wouldn't wanna be on the receiving end of THAT morning breath. *faugh* nasty. haha.
hmmm...dilemma time...do i keep banging my head against this keyboard trying to write something i think is worthwhile (getting bitched at for making to much noise "i can't stand that clicking sound..." YEAH? YOU WANT SOME CHEESE TO GO WITH THAT WHINE???HUH???) or do i give in to the voices?? *claps hands over ears* mommy make it stop!! haha...
you guys know i am going for the crunchy munchy peanut butter in my freezer, right?
resident ASSHOLE is snoring in the middle of the living room floor, bookends are sleeping with their faces all smushed together, forehead to forehead. they look cute, but i wouldn't wanna be on the receiving end of THAT morning breath. *faugh* nasty. haha.
hmmm...dilemma time...do i keep banging my head against this keyboard trying to write something i think is worthwhile (getting bitched at for making to much noise "i can't stand that clicking sound..." YEAH? YOU WANT SOME CHEESE TO GO WITH THAT WHINE???HUH???) or do i give in to the voices?? *claps hands over ears* mommy make it stop!! haha...
you guys know i am going for the crunchy munchy peanut butter in my freezer, right?
Saturday, March 22, 2003
Movie & Ice Cream
I made the fiance go see Chicago with me tonight and then partake in some Friendly's afterwards. It was rather tough convincing him that ice cream was the thing to consume since he was still very stuffed with dinner. I naturally had my standby of Reese's Pieces Sundae (with Marshmallow topping!!). Chicago was decent. The dancing scenes could set anyone's ICF zooming to 5! All I know is that I kept looking at babies in Friendly's afterwards, waving and making smiley faces at them. The fiance was steadfast in saying "No. Not for a couple years." *sighs* So I ate my ice cream instead. And I don't even really like children!
I made the fiance go see Chicago with me tonight and then partake in some Friendly's afterwards. It was rather tough convincing him that ice cream was the thing to consume since he was still very stuffed with dinner. I naturally had my standby of Reese's Pieces Sundae (with Marshmallow topping!!). Chicago was decent. The dancing scenes could set anyone's ICF zooming to 5! All I know is that I kept looking at babies in Friendly's afterwards, waving and making smiley faces at them. The fiance was steadfast in saying "No. Not for a couple years." *sighs* So I ate my ice cream instead. And I don't even really like children!
Mean Tricks To Play On Your Kids
Since I don't have anything new to blog, I thought I would share with you all an ice cream experience of yore.
I was riding in the car with my dad and my sister and we had just gotten custard at Abbott's. I don't know how old we were but we were relatively little. We all had cones and I was in the back seat while my sister rode shotgun. My dad was asking us how our ice cream was and of course we were like, "It's yummy!" So he says to my sister, "Well, mine smells kind of weird." He's smelling his ice cream and making a scrunched up face. "Michelle, smell this" he says, putting his cone out to my sister. Being ever concerned about her daddy, she goes to smell this strange odor and boom! my dad shoves it up her nose. Funny guy, eh? He sure thought so. She should have known better than to trust a guy that says, "Pull my finger."
Since I don't have anything new to blog, I thought I would share with you all an ice cream experience of yore.
I was riding in the car with my dad and my sister and we had just gotten custard at Abbott's. I don't know how old we were but we were relatively little. We all had cones and I was in the back seat while my sister rode shotgun. My dad was asking us how our ice cream was and of course we were like, "It's yummy!" So he says to my sister, "Well, mine smells kind of weird." He's smelling his ice cream and making a scrunched up face. "Michelle, smell this" he says, putting his cone out to my sister. Being ever concerned about her daddy, she goes to smell this strange odor and boom! my dad shoves it up her nose. Funny guy, eh? He sure thought so. She should have known better than to trust a guy that says, "Pull my finger."
Friday, March 21, 2003
Hey goils!
Since we are required to detain any ice cream experiences, here's mine for tonight. We took my 6 yr old daughter Heidi to Don Pablos(mexican) for dinner for her birthday. Anywho, Leah told me I HAD to try this apple pie/ice cream dessert they have. Turns out they brought one for free cuz is was Heidi's bday. Hot apple pie with vanilla ice cream on top...covered with a butter brandy sauce. It was good, although I not much for mixing ingredients....gotta keep the ice cream and pie separate, same goes for cake. Heidi took care of most of the dessert....we should make her a junior member...lol.
Here's a pic of my angel :-)
Since we are required to detain any ice cream experiences, here's mine for tonight. We took my 6 yr old daughter Heidi to Don Pablos(mexican) for dinner for her birthday. Anywho, Leah told me I HAD to try this apple pie/ice cream dessert they have. Turns out they brought one for free cuz is was Heidi's bday. Hot apple pie with vanilla ice cream on top...covered with a butter brandy sauce. It was good, although I not much for mixing ingredients....gotta keep the ice cream and pie separate, same goes for cake. Heidi took care of most of the dessert....we should make her a junior member...lol.
Here's a pic of my angel :-)
mmmm...iceeee creeeeaammmm....
hee hee. okay so i have an INTENSE love/hate relationship with the stuff.
oh-ho yeah, the stuff tastes good (like heaven, actually) and ANY ice cream will take care of my "ice cream jones"
(well all right, except maybe that chicken with rice stuff someone mentioned earlier *gags* )
but put me in the same room with a half gallon (or pint, or one of those gallon and one quart BUCKETS, it doesn't matter) and i can guarantee you it will be gone within the next 24-48 hours, depending.
and the reason i am blogging about it for no REASON is because there is a half gallon of pure chocolate heaven in my freezer callin' my name *puts hands over ears to drown out the insistent echo*
can you guys hear it? the damn stuff prolly won't stop nagging until i have eaten it all.
*bangs head on desk*
MAKE IT STOP!! hahhaha... okay so i will go eat a bowl, but to real food for me for the rest of the night.
hee hee. okay so i have an INTENSE love/hate relationship with the stuff.
oh-ho yeah, the stuff tastes good (like heaven, actually) and ANY ice cream will take care of my "ice cream jones"
(well all right, except maybe that chicken with rice stuff someone mentioned earlier *gags* )
but put me in the same room with a half gallon (or pint, or one of those gallon and one quart BUCKETS, it doesn't matter) and i can guarantee you it will be gone within the next 24-48 hours, depending.
and the reason i am blogging about it for no REASON is because there is a half gallon of pure chocolate heaven in my freezer callin' my name *puts hands over ears to drown out the insistent echo*
can you guys hear it? the damn stuff prolly won't stop nagging until i have eaten it all.
*bangs head on desk*
MAKE IT STOP!! hahhaha... okay so i will go eat a bowl, but to real food for me for the rest of the night.
I must blog about a dream I had last night. I dreamt I was walking down some street or in a closed market area and saw a pastry counter to a bakery. In the display case were doughnuts glazed with thick, chocolate icing. The middle part of the doughnut had been hollowed out and a luscious scoop of ice cream filled the space. I sighed a great, big sigh.. thinking about how lovely those doughnuts would taste. I wonder if this is marketable?
Thursday, March 20, 2003
Okaaay so I was told I had to say this. Please excuse me... So after the ice-cream social and dropping Jess off I went home and proceeded to get sick. IF nothing else one thing I can say is Ice-cream is just as good coming back up as it is going down. Then the next day my Mami brung me some ice-cream Oh Yummy. Love her..:-D It was a virus by the way..:-)
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
Minutes to the Ice Cream Social of March 18, 2003
Time: 8:00 p.m.
Location: Friendly’s, Webster, NY
Present in order of appearance: Cheryl, who was early, Leah, Mary Rose who sat in her car for 10 minutes to smoke before she came in, Maria who was late because of work, and Jessica, who wasn’t supposed to be here but made a surprise appearance!
Time: 8:00 p.m.
Location: Friendly’s, Webster, NY
Present in order of appearance: Cheryl, who was early, Leah, Mary Rose who sat in her car for 10 minutes to smoke before she came in, Maria who was late because of work, and Jessica, who wasn’t supposed to be here but made a surprise appearance!
Here we are! Jessica, Maria, Mary Rose, Leah,Cheryl
1. Leah, Mary Rose and Cheryl discuss: stupid people with bad hairdos and people named Bertha. While looking at menus, Cheryl convinces Leah that she can substitute any flavor ice cream on her sundae. Leah says “God Bless America”.
2. 8:25 p.m. Marjie from Michigan calls us! She is in the grocery store buying chocolate ice cream as we speak!
3. The lesbians of the group decide that the waitress is not getting the “pretty waitress tip”.
4. Waitress comes to take our order, and SHETALKSSOFUCKINGFAST that we’re not sure what we’ve ordered. We hurry to tell her our orders because she is rushing us!!! Leah orders a caramel fudge brownie with chocolate almond chip ice cream. Jessica orders a Happy Ending sundae with rainbow sprinkles. Maria gets the big super size 5 scoop Super Caramel Fudge Blast with Rainbow sprinkles, a side of gummy bears and no mayo. Mary Rose gets a 3-scoop Caramel Fudge Blast with rainbow sprinkles and Cheryl orders the same without sprinkles. Nobody gets her damn sprinkles. Leah hunts down the waitress who seems to have disappeared to ask for the sprinkles. The waitress shows up to ask “OKAYWHATKINDOFSPRINKLESDIDJAWANT???” and everyone says never mind, it’s okay, forget it, making Leah look like a fool. Leah calls their actions traitorous.
They don't call 'em jerks for nothing
A reverent moment of silence
5. The goils are steeped deep in a sugar high, and begin discussing bra fittings, cup size and cleavage. The waitress comes by and says “CANIGETYOUANYTHINGELSE?” and Leah answers no thank you, speaking only for herself. But the waitress, assuming Leah is the voice of the group, says “OKAYTHANKS” and runs off. Mary Rose, who was trying to get the waitresses attention, mock flings her spoon at Leah in frustration, who gets a spoonful of yummy sticky chocolate goop on her neck! Leah finds this sexy.
6. Leah, the dictatorial, powerhungry Capricorn queen of all things organizational, decides the group should have rules. But funny ones. And that we should all have bios posted on the website.
7. The goils make a toast, then raise their spoons in a salute to all the other TLIC team members who could not make this ice cream social.
The toast....
...and the salute!
8. Leah unveils her “Ice Cream Factor” scale. It works like this: Knowing that ice cream consumption increases proportionately with sexual frustration, The Ice Cream Factor (ICF) scale of 1 to 5 indicates your level of ice cream consumption. One is the least amount of ice cream consumed, five the highest. There is no Zero on this scale, because ultimately we are always sexually frustrated to some degree: even after you have sex you want more sex.
9. The goils decide to go to the porn store down the road.
10. 10:20 p.m. Meeting adjourned immediately, without any discussion of future events, pre-occupied as they are with their next adventure.
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
So the other day I was really having a bad day. All I wanted to do was go to the 7-11 at the corner and get my quick fix of ice cream. I am sure that you all never eat ice cream when you are stressed out or depressed right? Anyways, I had been going through my interview process for my MA all weekend while smultaneously taking care of this neurotic 80 year old woman (this is one of my jobs on the weekend) and just needed a little release. The day was going really bad.
First I had gone to my individual interview where the people giving the interviews were running late. The first woman had arrived 15 minutes late (I hope they took points off for that! Jeeze!) I start freaking out because I have to go take care of this woman in an hour and I start telling myself I am not going to make it there on time, blah, blah, blah. *I know I am doing this to myself!* SO, I finally get in there 15 minutes later and everything is fine until... They ask me some question about what my weaknesses are and I get all choked up and almost start crying. I am so embarrassed! I try to stop myself but by that time I have lost it. A few visible tears come out... I leave in plenty of time and go home to get myself together before having to go deal with this neurotic, obsessive compulsive woman. (oh I feel bad-- she is nice most of the time)
Anyways, my neurotic, mother calls me while I am home and continues to give me the cold shoulder because I am coming home for spring break and not following her advice to stay put. *gasp* She annoys me for 15 minutes while saying absolutely nothing of importance while I roll my eyes. Just when I think they are going to be stuck in the back of my head, she stops and we say good-bye *whew* but now I have to leave to go to work, having not rested at all.
I go to work where this woman has the furnace men over and tells me to make myself comfortable, that she will be a while. I sit there for an hour twiddling my thumbs because stupidly I forgot a book to read. This visit from the furnace men and the fact that she has to replace all 3 of them soon makes her incredibly nervous and upset for the rest of the day. We get nothing accomplished but talking about all the things she is behind on and should be doing. I tell her all kinds of things to try to get motivated, "you shouldn't should on yourself, blah blah blah, but to no avail. She sits on the bed for 2 hours wallowing until the guys to give her an estimate to trim her trees come. Then it is time to leave. We haven't gotten anything accomplished all day so she asks if we can go for a walk. I stay the extra hour and take her to Chautauqua for a walk.
On the way home I decided to stop at the store to buy a few groceries I pick everything up and get to the checkout, look in my bag for my wallet and it's not there! I start freaking out, my life is in this thing! So I leave my groceries there and go home to try to find this thing. I get in the door and start tearing the place apart. I look in the family room, my bedroom, my roommate helps me look. I can't find the damn thing. I call a restaurant I was in a couple nights ago. I check the food co-op. Nothing. My roommate suggests that I look in my bag again so I do. There is my wallet sitting innocently in my back pack, *batting eyelashes* mocking me! My back pack is black and so is the wallet please don't crucify my people!
Anyways, by this time all I want is ice cream. I say, screw the groceries I am gong to get an ice cream sandwich from 7-11. It's one of my favs! It has 2 chocolate chip cookies (soft) on either side of some delicious vanilla ice cream. *slurp* So I get to the store and there is this woman that was totally standing in front of the case blocking my point of entry. I don't know what the hell she was doing but she was standing there blurry eyed staring at I don't know what! I wait 5 minutes. I was so desperate for this treat by this time that I couldn't even ask her to move, I almost punched her! *gasp* I didn't, but was so frustrated by this time that counting to 10 just wasn't working anymore and I decided that rather than getting arrested for assault that I would go home instead. (Whaaaa call the whambulence) So that was my story about ice cream.
First I had gone to my individual interview where the people giving the interviews were running late. The first woman had arrived 15 minutes late (I hope they took points off for that! Jeeze!) I start freaking out because I have to go take care of this woman in an hour and I start telling myself I am not going to make it there on time, blah, blah, blah. *I know I am doing this to myself!* SO, I finally get in there 15 minutes later and everything is fine until... They ask me some question about what my weaknesses are and I get all choked up and almost start crying. I am so embarrassed! I try to stop myself but by that time I have lost it. A few visible tears come out... I leave in plenty of time and go home to get myself together before having to go deal with this neurotic, obsessive compulsive woman. (oh I feel bad-- she is nice most of the time)
Anyways, my neurotic, mother calls me while I am home and continues to give me the cold shoulder because I am coming home for spring break and not following her advice to stay put. *gasp* She annoys me for 15 minutes while saying absolutely nothing of importance while I roll my eyes. Just when I think they are going to be stuck in the back of my head, she stops and we say good-bye *whew* but now I have to leave to go to work, having not rested at all.
I go to work where this woman has the furnace men over and tells me to make myself comfortable, that she will be a while. I sit there for an hour twiddling my thumbs because stupidly I forgot a book to read. This visit from the furnace men and the fact that she has to replace all 3 of them soon makes her incredibly nervous and upset for the rest of the day. We get nothing accomplished but talking about all the things she is behind on and should be doing. I tell her all kinds of things to try to get motivated, "you shouldn't should on yourself, blah blah blah, but to no avail. She sits on the bed for 2 hours wallowing until the guys to give her an estimate to trim her trees come. Then it is time to leave. We haven't gotten anything accomplished all day so she asks if we can go for a walk. I stay the extra hour and take her to Chautauqua for a walk.
On the way home I decided to stop at the store to buy a few groceries I pick everything up and get to the checkout, look in my bag for my wallet and it's not there! I start freaking out, my life is in this thing! So I leave my groceries there and go home to try to find this thing. I get in the door and start tearing the place apart. I look in the family room, my bedroom, my roommate helps me look. I can't find the damn thing. I call a restaurant I was in a couple nights ago. I check the food co-op. Nothing. My roommate suggests that I look in my bag again so I do. There is my wallet sitting innocently in my back pack, *batting eyelashes* mocking me! My back pack is black and so is the wallet please don't crucify my people!
Anyways, by this time all I want is ice cream. I say, screw the groceries I am gong to get an ice cream sandwich from 7-11. It's one of my favs! It has 2 chocolate chip cookies (soft) on either side of some delicious vanilla ice cream. *slurp* So I get to the store and there is this woman that was totally standing in front of the case blocking my point of entry. I don't know what the hell she was doing but she was standing there blurry eyed staring at I don't know what! I wait 5 minutes. I was so desperate for this treat by this time that I couldn't even ask her to move, I almost punched her! *gasp* I didn't, but was so frustrated by this time that counting to 10 just wasn't working anymore and I decided that rather than getting arrested for assault that I would go home instead. (Whaaaa call the whambulence) So that was my story about ice cream.
Monday, March 17, 2003
okay. you guys did me in. :)
i now have a half gallon of butter pecan ice cream in my freezer.
all this talk of ice cream made me WANT some...and wouldn't you know that
I am the only person in the world ( or at least this side of MI) with a kid that doesn't FREAKIN' like CHOCOLATE???
dang kid doesn't like pizza either...
anyhow...who wants to share? or do i hafta eat the half gallon all by myself..
DALLAS sized ass...here i come baby!!
*raises spoon in toast to all of you*
cheers!
i now have a half gallon of butter pecan ice cream in my freezer.
all this talk of ice cream made me WANT some...and wouldn't you know that
I am the only person in the world ( or at least this side of MI) with a kid that doesn't FREAKIN' like CHOCOLATE???
dang kid doesn't like pizza either...
anyhow...who wants to share? or do i hafta eat the half gallon all by myself..
DALLAS sized ass...here i come baby!!
*raises spoon in toast to all of you*
cheers!
I can't see all the comments made in comments (It says there's four, but I can only see 2.. ah well.. maybe my computer hates me).
Hey, there's some ice cream place out in Gates (I think) that supposedly sells cones where a small cone equals three scoops of ice cream. Anyone else heard of this wonderful place? My parents claim it exists, but it sounds just too much like heaven.
Hey, there's some ice cream place out in Gates (I think) that supposedly sells cones where a small cone equals three scoops of ice cream. Anyone else heard of this wonderful place? My parents claim it exists, but it sounds just too much like heaven.
Sunday, March 16, 2003
Tuesday
Well, the phone book was no help. I think this may take intense research for future outings. But think it's going to be just four of us, so we can fit into any booth at any Friendly's. Shall we pick one? Webster, Henrietta and Pittsford are the closest to all of us. Pick! And don't gimme none o' this "well whatever it doesn't matter" namby pamby stuff, because if'n you don't decide, then I will, and I'll pick Webster so my lazy ass doesn't have to go too far! LOL.
Vote in the comments below! woo hoo!
Well, the phone book was no help. I think this may take intense research for future outings. But think it's going to be just four of us, so we can fit into any booth at any Friendly's. Shall we pick one? Webster, Henrietta and Pittsford are the closest to all of us. Pick! And don't gimme none o' this "well whatever it doesn't matter" namby pamby stuff, because if'n you don't decide, then I will, and I'll pick Webster so my lazy ass doesn't have to go too far! LOL.
Vote in the comments below! woo hoo!
LIIIIIIISAAAAAAAAAA!
Lisa makes her debut to this blog. Yay!
Look, about those crunchy podunk soy-eating white-people-with-dreds out there in Boulder: Just fling some Lactaid at them and force feed them New York Super Fudge Chunk! And say "This is from George Pataki!" when you do it! When they're all doped up on the sugar and caffeine high, say "I don't care how much of a smelly hippy you act like, you come from MONEY, or you wouldn't be bumming in Boulder! And some day, when you're not in your twenties anymore, you're gonna take your big inheritance from daddy and mommy, and buy all the Hagen Daas you can stuff down your tofu-eating throat!
Could be those are my own issues and prejudices, though...
Mwah!
Lisa makes her debut to this blog. Yay!
Look, about those crunchy podunk soy-eating white-people-with-dreds out there in Boulder: Just fling some Lactaid at them and force feed them New York Super Fudge Chunk! And say "This is from George Pataki!" when you do it! When they're all doped up on the sugar and caffeine high, say "I don't care how much of a smelly hippy you act like, you come from MONEY, or you wouldn't be bumming in Boulder! And some day, when you're not in your twenties anymore, you're gonna take your big inheritance from daddy and mommy, and buy all the Hagen Daas you can stuff down your tofu-eating throat!
Could be those are my own issues and prejudices, though...
Mwah!
Saturday, March 15, 2003
Ok so I was talking to Leah tonight and she suggested that I start a Ice Cream Club in CO. I've been thinking about it and the only problem I see is that all these people out here are "dairy intolerant" or Vegan or some shit like that... What kind of fun can you have with Soy Dream or Hemp Ice cream I ask you? None! That is what kind! Jeeze what is an east coast girl to do with a bunch of hippie freaks? I will however, try to spread the ice cream love. I am a die hard. I know Ben and Jerry's is kind of designer ice cream but have you guys tried the Peanut Butter Me Up flavor. I LOVE PEANUT BUTTER. This has peanut butter, and chocolate ice cream with a delicious creamy peanut butter, caramel middle. Come on now! What is the craziest ice cream craving you have had, and what is the most bizarre flavor you can come up with? I think there is a company (I heard once on NPR ) that has like 99 flavors or something, (ice cream with garlic? come on people don't ruin it) Baskin Robbins eat your heart out! I think I would like pumpkin pie ice cream with Love it up! HAHA! Personally I think that most ice cream should have chocolate in it, sans peanut butter of course, that's good all on it's own!
Friday, March 14, 2003
Okay, my brain works a little slowly these days...
Nevermind last post. I figured out it's Maria! Yes, THE Maria, who's fault all of this is, lurking about with another e-mail address. Nice try, honey! Big sister is always watching! Muahahahaha!
Seems like nobody liked that you were eating sherbet. Well, in fairness to Maria, she really didn't like it that much. Didn't finish it, either.
Nevermind last post. I figured out it's Maria! Yes, THE Maria, who's fault all of this is, lurking about with another e-mail address. Nice try, honey! Big sister is always watching! Muahahahaha!
Seems like nobody liked that you were eating sherbet. Well, in fairness to Maria, she really didn't like it that much. Didn't finish it, either.
Okay so... I think we should have an ice cream party. We should totally go to someone's house (butnotmine) and sit on the floor watching the telly and pigging out on ice cream. Sounds like a good ol' fattening-fun time to me!! I have spring break the third (?) week in April, so I most definitely can do stuff then. Hopefully I'll be able to go to Friendly's with you all before that, though... AKA soon.... ; )
Don't be jealous of the first official ice cream event of this blog!
Aighht, yo, so like Maria calls me an' says yo' I'm gonna be in your town to see my friend play hockey, she's a girl, aiight? Ya wanna come and hang and I'm like, girls playing hockey like I'm down wit' dat! So we make plans to go to Zamar Cafe for cafe food and shit and this chick says, yo, the kitchen closes at 9:00. So I'm all gonna bitch slap her and shit but Maria says let's just go to Friendly's down the street, aiight yo? And I'm all like, "Word!"
Aighht, yo, so like Maria calls me an' says yo' I'm gonna be in your town to see my friend play hockey, she's a girl, aiight? Ya wanna come and hang and I'm like, girls playing hockey like I'm down wit' dat! So we make plans to go to Zamar Cafe for cafe food and shit and this chick says, yo, the kitchen closes at 9:00. So I'm all gonna bitch slap her and shit but Maria says let's just go to Friendly's down the street, aiight yo? And I'm all like, "Word!"
Must.. Find.. Some.. Indiscretion!!!!!
mmm... wish I could join you on Tuesday but that whole 140 miles in between here and Rochester does put a damper on things. AH well. Actually, I will be in town this weekend for the super duper Home Show at the Convention Center. Vern from Trading Spaces will be there at noon and 2pm. Vern.. mmmm.. maybe I can get him to design a new ice cream flavour for me.
mmm... wish I could join you on Tuesday but that whole 140 miles in between here and Rochester does put a damper on things. AH well. Actually, I will be in town this weekend for the super duper Home Show at the Convention Center. Vern from Trading Spaces will be there at noon and 2pm. Vern.. mmmm.. maybe I can get him to design a new ice cream flavour for me.
Thursday, March 13, 2003
I'm with Mary Rose...ANY dessert will do :-) ok...I'll agree that sex is like ice cream. But what happens when you MIX sex and ice cream....food for thought...lol.
Yeah I'm a dork...blah.
That sucks you can't come Jessica!
Marjieeeeee! We will hold our spoons up in your honor :-P Death By Chocloate...works for me. NOTHING is better than Chocolate...good movie BTW...hehehe.
Ok...I'm spent.
Yeah I'm a dork...blah.
That sucks you can't come Jessica!
Marjieeeeee! We will hold our spoons up in your honor :-P Death By Chocloate...works for me. NOTHING is better than Chocolate...good movie BTW...hehehe.
Ok...I'm spent.
Sex IS like ice cream, in reverse
Ice Cream starts out frigid cold. Then you add all sorts of things to it to make it interesting and better. The longer you savor it, it begins to melt. At first it's creamy and silky and yummy, then it gets warm and liquidy and all the flavors blend to that delicious level of sticky goodness. And before it gets too hot, you gobble it up really fast.
Sex starts out hot. You can't get enough and you gobble it up. It's sticky goodess everywhere. Then it becomes familar and warm, but it's still creamy and silky and yummy. But the longer you try to savor it, it melts. Then you try to add all sorts of things to it to make it interesting and better. But eventually you end up frigid cold.
Ice Cream starts out frigid cold. Then you add all sorts of things to it to make it interesting and better. The longer you savor it, it begins to melt. At first it's creamy and silky and yummy, then it gets warm and liquidy and all the flavors blend to that delicious level of sticky goodness. And before it gets too hot, you gobble it up really fast.
Sex starts out hot. You can't get enough and you gobble it up. It's sticky goodess everywhere. Then it becomes familar and warm, but it's still creamy and silky and yummy. But the longer you try to savor it, it melts. Then you try to add all sorts of things to it to make it interesting and better. But eventually you end up frigid cold.
WHAAAAHAAAAHAAAAA!!
*sniffles*
i caaaaaaan't. i live too damn far away. BLAH. someone eat a giganto, FULL FAT, hot fudge, gooey, something-or-other with all kinds of stuff on it for me, okay? ( think "DEATH BY CHOCOLATE" heh. closest thing to hot, sweaty sex i'll get in the next six months AT LEAST.)
ooh PITY PARTY hahahaha...
okay...going now....
heeh.
*sniffles*
i caaaaaaan't. i live too damn far away. BLAH. someone eat a giganto, FULL FAT, hot fudge, gooey, something-or-other with all kinds of stuff on it for me, okay? ( think "DEATH BY CHOCOLATE" heh. closest thing to hot, sweaty sex i'll get in the next six months AT LEAST.)
ooh PITY PARTY hahahaha...
okay...going now....
heeh.
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