I Feel Like McDonald's

Not like I feel like eating McDonald's. Well, I guess I feel like that too.

That chicken nugget special with the new assortment of sauces makes me salivate everytime I drive by. PS. Why did it take them THIS long to finnnaalllyy get ranch dipping sauce? It would have made my childhood a whole lot better :)

Anyways... So. Is it just me or everytime you drive by the golden arches you see a poster or ad for something new. This weekend? Mango Peach Smoothie. Or their Caramel Frappee. Or there hard Tillamook ice-cream? Or the McRib' sandwich. Or the hashbrowns. Or the Southwest Chicken Salad. And we cannot forget about the beloved Rolo McFlurry.

I was driving with my sister the other day past a Micky D's and she was telling me about how it grosses her out that they have ALLLL that equipment into one little store. It got me thinking.

They have espresso equipment to make their coffee, smoothie machines, salads, hard ice-cream, soft ice-cream, breakfast, lunch, dinner and everything in between. And while I will be the first to admit I love me some McDonalds, none of it is like top of the line.

Starbucks or a McFrappe? Fo sho Starbucks.

Dairyqueen or a McFlurry? Definietely DQ.

Sausage Biscuit or my FAV little breakfast place? The cafe.

Big Mac or Red Robin? I would have to go with Red Robin.

When it comes down to a specialty store or McD's, most of us would choice the restaurant that SPECIALIZES in that kind of thing.

Lately, I have been feeling kind of like McDonald's. :)

Like, I am doing soooo much, but not really good at any of it.

I work out, but not near the level I wish I was at.

I'm working alot, but probably not dedicating enough time to be a "career" woman.

I am trying to be a good friend, but I give in and facebook msg or text instead of setting up that lunch date.

I am a girlfriend, but probably not putting as much effort into our relationship as I could be.

I just feel like there are only 24 hours in the day and I have to be so many different roles.

I am being a friend, sister, daughter, girlfriend, coworker, cousin, granddaughter etc...

AHHHH... But then on the other hand, McDonald's is one successful business...

SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO SCREAM. and eat a McChicken... :)

Three Things Tuesday

1.FOR THE CAMPERS! This is so awesome it kind of makes me want to go camping. Even my mom was interested and that is saying alottt :) ya know when you wiggle out of your tent in the middle of the night, slip on your shoes and have to get to the bathroom? THESE TEVA'S HAVE AN LED LIGHT TO LEAD THE WAY! They even have cute girly ones in cute, bright colors!

2.) SUNSHINE! It was sooo sunny this weekend in Eastern Wash. that all my pictures are washed out. SAD. But I cannot complain. There was sun. :)

3.) So I was reading an article in my Self Magazine called

"Could being meaner make you leaner?"

Verrryy interesting. It talks about how people that have a difficult time with social boundaries and always saying yes and being extremely available have a tendency to be a little heavier than those who are good at saying "no" and not giving in to pressure. Whaddaya think? Could there be a relation?

HaPPy Last TuESDAY of June! Live it up <<3

Life's too easy to be so darn complicated, baby

zac brown band

Dresser Drawer Secrets...

This was the swim-trunks drawer of Drew's dresser the FIRST time I walked by it.

The second time...

Hmm... ;) Now I was a liiiiitle curious.

Where do boys keep their top-secret possesions?

Check the swimsuit drawer :)

Fight in the Wal-Mart Parking Lot!

So, like I have mentioned before. When I have nothing else to do during lunch at work, sometimes I go wander the Super Wal-Mart... Judge me, I don't care...:)

I left with a Vitamin water, some Fourth of July shortbread cookies for my mom and a TIE-DYEish? dress! Yep, you read that right.

(P.S. Did you know...
-Walmart sells Paula Deen's bakery line? I didn't even now the lady had a brand of baked goods!
-That "Jamba" means 'celebrate'? So Jamba Juice? Celebrate Juice! I like it!

I learned both of these facts while in Wal-Mart at lunch one day. Amazing.)

Anyways. So I was walking to my car with my newly acquired knowledge and my tye-die dress when this punk rocker guy with a 10 inch tall mohawk slammed the trunk of his car and literally shoved his cart into the middle of the parking lot instead of taking it to the cart carrier.

So I will be the first to admit sometimes I am guilty of not putting back my cart and just setting it to the side. But I like to think I would NEVER put it in the middle of the parking lot or anywhere where it could roll into a car and do any damage.

As I passed the cart, another lady walked by. She shook her head at the punk rocker and started lecturing him on respect and rules and whatnot. He just kept driving. I gave the woman a sympathetic nod and kept walking.

She then TURNED AROUND, walked towards me and said,

"Just so you know, young lady, just walking by the cart while knowing it shouldn't be sitting there and not putting it away is just as wrong as him putting it there in the first place!"

It took me a good ten seconds to process what she had said before I realized I was being SCOLDED! By a stranger! Who called me "young lady!" (Umm..Was she not aware I just turned 25?? Don't "young lady" me!)

Before I could think of anything to say, she turned on her heels, made a scene of grabbing the cart and off she went into the store.

Then I felt my face getting hot. and red. That happens when I get in trouble. and embarrassed. I can't believe I am admitting this but I felt my eyes welling up with tears as I walked FAST to my car with my stupid tie-dye dress.

I still don't know how I feel about this encounter... I mean, I suppose she had a point? Buuut maybe being that rude is NOT the way to go about giving 'wisdom' to the youngin's in the Wal-Mart parking lot!

(When I ran into the grocery store today to grab a couple things, I ran past an abandoned cart. I will admit I walked right past it. The guilt started creeping up on me while I was choosing my apples and continued right through to the Skinny Cow ice-cream cup sections... One my way back to the car the guilt was so bad I ran over, grabbed the cart and moved it the 15 feet to the cart station thing.)

FYI Mean Lady @ Wal-mart: I did NOT do that for you. I did it for the cart-boys! ;)

John Cusack's Hero

Blessing? Or Curse?

Now, let's all sit cross-legged around a rug and listen to this old Portuguese story: (stick with me, it's kinda long but worth it ;)

There was an old man who lived in a Portuguese village. He was very poor, but envied by all in his village for his beautiful white horse. People (even the King!) offered the poor old man CRAZY amounts of money for this horse, but he always declined.

One morning, the horse was missing. The townspeople came to make fun of the poor old man. "You could have been rich if you had sold that horse, but now look at you! You have nothing! Now the horse is gone and you have been cursed with misfortune!"

The man said, "All I know that the stable is empty and the horse is gone. The rest I do not know. Where it be a curse or a blessing. I can't say. All we can see is a fragment. Who can say what will come next?"

Of course, the people laughed.

After fifteen days, the horse returned. He had not been stolen, he had just ran into the forest. He brought 12 other IDENTICAL horses back with him.

The people returned and begged for forgiveness. "You were right, and we were wrong. What we thought was a curse was actually a blessing."

Again, the man stopped them. "You go too far. Say that only the horse is gone. State that only a dozen horses returned with him, but don't judge. How can you say if this is a blessing or not?"

The story continues. The man's only son was riding one of the horses. He fell off and broke his legs. The townspeople returned, saying that they were right, that the horses were a curse. Now the old man had no one to take care of him.

A war began, and all the young men was drafted. Since the old man's son's legs were broken, he was to stay home with his father.

"You were right," they wept. Your son's accident was a blessing. His legs may be broken, but at least he is with you."

The old man yelled, "STOP! why do you always draw conclusions? No one knows, say only this: Your sons went to war and mine did not. No one is wise enough to know if it is a blessing or a curse. Only God knows..."

While this story is a little boring and dry if I do say so myself, the message is so simple.

When I found out I didn't get the job I had initially applied for, (CURSE)
I learned the next week it was because they were hiring me for a different position that I would enjoy MUCH more and be much better at! (Blessing I didn't get the first one!)

Soo many situations in our lives we first view as curses, just to later find out how great of blessings they turned out to be!

So let's skip all the stress and sadness of the "curse" and know that God wouldn't present it to us, if it wasn't to lead to something even better ;)

Easier said then done, I know. Had you told me that it was a "blessing" when I got dumped or didn't get asked to that dance, I would have screamed at you and slammed the door in your face. (I was obsessed with slamming my bedroom door in high school when I was mad. :) It's very difficult to smile and say, "Hm. Well, that I am sure that is a blessing that I am not going with all my friends and their boyfriends to the dance." But, ya get the point. That is what we have to work towards ;)

"Life is understood backwards, but must be lived forwards."

Power of a Big Mama!

This was on our way to try out the new Jalapeno's Mexican restaurant...

I wasn't that hungry, so I was just gonna have a beer. Original intentions: Corona Light.

Happy camper. Scratch that. Big Momma's all around ;) (Big Momma's are a humongous margarita)
This was my entertainment on the ride home.
There could MAYBE be a relationship too between the tequila and my faces/blurriness of the self-portraits :)

Finally, Drew said enough was enough :)

How was the new restaurant? Couldn't tell ya. Big Momma's were good, though.

Three Things Tuesday

1.)

2.) DON'T LIKE SOGGY CEREAL? Then this is for you. How awesome is this???? You just scoot each bite into the milk, so it only gets as soggy as you want :) brookstone.com or at the Brookstone stores in the mall (that's where I saw it!) Too bad I am confining myself to an oatmeal only breakfast diet for the next 52 years. Why are O's sooo darn good? Like five bowls worth good?

3.) I'm been practicing the different setting with my camera! It's sooo hard and confusing and I get really frustrated. but it's fun :) Good thing I have willing cute lil subjects :)

h a p p y t u e S d a Y <3

Mindful

10 TIPS FOR A MINDFUL HOME

1. WAKE UP WITH THE SUN

There is no purer light than what we see when we open our eyes first thing in the morning.

2. SIT

Mindfulness without meditation is just a word.

3. MAKE YOUR BED

The state of your bed is the state of your head.

4. EMPTY THE HAMPERS

Do the laundry without resentment or commentary and have an intimate encounter with the fabric of your life.

5. WASH YOUR BOWL

Rinse away self importance and clean up your own mess. If you leave it undone, it will get sticky.

6. SET A TIMER
If you are distracted by the weight of what's undone, set a kitchen timer and like a monk in monestary, devote yourself wholeheartedly to the task at hand until the bell rings.

7. RAKE THE LEAVES

Rake, weed, or sweep. You'll never finish for good, but you will learn the point of pointlessness.

8. EAT WHEN HUNGRY
Align your inexhaustible desires with one true appetite.

9. LET THE DARKNESS COME

Set a curfew on the internet and TV and discover the natural balance between daylight and darkness, work and rest.

10.SLEEP WHEN TIRED

Nothing more to it.

~Karen Maezen Miller, pictures from pinterest

The reason this caught my attention? EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. of these things I do NOT do. :)

For instance? I don't rinse out my oatmeal bowl in the morning. It makes me dad SO mad because somtimes the dishwasher doesn't get off the caked-on oatmeal :) . It makes him so mad that one afternoon I waked into my room and he had taken 4 or 5 dirty bowls that I had put into the dishwasher (unwashed of course)and set them on my bed. Then he put my toothbrush in it? Hahah. I think he was trying to prove a point? :) I dunno. I just thought it was weird.

But the other ones? The state of your bed is the state of your head? Come onnnnnnnn. :) How cheesy is that? I wonder if it's true? ;)

My Rant! You are Pre-warned!

So at first you think, umm. weird. What's up with these Canadians? First they riot and now are oblivious to everything going on around them?? Grooossssss.

That's what I thought, at least. Wronnnggggg. They are not making out FYI. That poor girl got hurt when she was knocked over by rioters and her boyfriend was telling her it would all be okay.

So. I know I just blogged about forgiveness. And I know we are not supposed to be annoyed with people. So I am warning you. I am about to generalize. and I know that generalizing is bad and not everyone falls under this catergory, so. yeah. I am sorry. But it's my blog ;)


Unless you have been living under a rock and NEVER leave your house, you have probably noticed the increase of Canadians we have in our town.


The mall parking lot is usually a 1:5 ratio of Washington license plates to Canadian, and TJ Max and Costco probably is even higher. Fine. I don't care. They are free to shop wherever they want, and they bring money into our economy. And I mean, Canadians are cool! They seem very down-to-earth, chill and can throw a good party :)

That being said, I am DISGUSTED with their behavior after game 7 of the Stanley Cup last week.

Seriously... WHAT THE HECK?

150 people were sent to the hospital, including three STABBING victims and a man with crucial head injuries from falling off a VIADUCT? Nine cops were injured, including one who was hit in the head with a THROWN BRICK!

Umm.. People? Something is freakin' wrong with this. Seriously. MESSED UP.

My "favorite?" Do you know who Brock Anton is?

Prolly not. Either did I. But now everyone does. Especially the cops.

This is what Brock posted on his facebook status:

Maced in the face, hit with a Batton, tear-gassed twice, six broken fingers, blood everywhere, punched a f****** pig in the head with riot gear on, knocked him to the ground, through the jersey on a burning cop carflipped some cars, burnt some smart cars, burnt some cop cars, I'm on the news...One word...HISTORY :) :)

and then one of his lovely friends commented:
"Broccccck! take this down. It's evidence!"
---------------> really??? Ya think?

How STUPID is this? and learn how the difference between "through" and "threw". Even besides just how AWFUL this is, is the fact that he is POSTING THIS? Seriously. Does he think he is invincible or what? I really don't understand.

Or this cool guy??? SERIOUSLY? Almost every SINGLE person has a cellphone with a camera/video recorder in their pocket AT. ALL. TIMES. Are you proud of this picture? Like what goes through his mom's head when she sees this????

Oooooh. This is even better, huh? Good idea, buddy! :) While you're at it, hit the ATM with your hockey stick and steal the money too! There were even looters! "OOOHHHH! YESS!!! I have always wanted a Louis Vuitton suit!! I better take two while they are there for the taking!" Hmm. Incriminating evidence? I think so.

I just look at these pictures in absolute awe. First: This was a HOCKEY game, and the scenes are identical to those in war-struck Afghanistan. A little perspective, people.

Also, I mean, it REALLY scares me what alcohol can do to your state of mind. (I am assuming most of these people were drunk?) I mean, I freak out when I drunk dial but THIS? Like to think you should POSE FOR A PICTURE IN FRONT OF A COP CAR YOU JUST SET ON FIRE? That worries me a bit....

I must say, I was rooting for the Canucks, and now? I am glad they lost :/ I know it isn't fair to generalize a few rowdy hooligans with all Vancouver citizens and hockey players, but it is hard to not be extremely disappointed in our neighbor city. :(

Especially considering I put up with those STUPID "GO CANUCK" car flags for weeks. Sorry, Roberto Luongo. Better luck next year. and get your peeps in line :)

The F Word

Ok... First off all... Is Anthony Weiner's last name REALLY weiner? Cuz that is just weird. and too ironic. Now that I have that out there, I can move on.

I can safely say that we have all been hurt. Sometime or another in our lives, someone very close to us has hurt us. Our brothers, our husbands, our girlfriends, our bosses, our best friends, our moms... All across the board.

I cannot IMAGINE how women who have been cheated on by their husbands fee. Bosses whose trusted employee has been secretly embezzling thousands of dollars out of the company account or even just someone who has done something really terrible to get ahead.

No, I can't imagine how the pregnant Huma feels towards her weirdo tweeting "weiner" husband. (who by the way, one of his tweeter friends goes to college in my town? my claim to fame?)

I can't imagine losing all of my hard earned money to some selfish idiot. I cannot even fathom how those people feel towards Bernie Madoff.

Heck, I am sure that some Cleveland Cavalier fans are still LIVID at Lebron James and probably laughing in his face right now) for ditching their city and leading them all on in his journey to Miami.

But who am I to talk? I am the one who is dating my ex-best friend's ex-boyfriend...

Do you know what word comes up again and again in all of these conversation topics? Forgiveness.

Should Huma forgive her senator husband for his extremmeeelllyyyy inappropriate behavior? Honestly? I don't think so.

But.

"For the Christian, forgiveness is NOT an option. Jesus commanded us to forgive."

Okay. How crazy is that? The first time I read that in my calm My Anxious Heart book, I was mad. Like seriously? Easy for you to say Jesus, you have NO idea what his person did to me. They have ruined my life and they don't deserve a SECOND of my attention or brainpower.

Or maybe we want them to learn what they did was wrong, and how would forgiving them and acting like everything is okay accomplish that? Yeah, it wouldn't. They need to learn the consequences of their actions.

But we are COMMANDED to forgive?

I seriously stopped reading right there and thew the book on the floor and went to sleep. I tossed and turned all night. Feelings of times I had been hurt were coming back. Some slowly creeping back into my memory, and some emotions of hurt flooding my body so hard I literally felt like I could throw up. Promises that boy made that he definitely didn't mean. Times that friend said something so hurtful I made up excused to skip school for two days.

I had always known that we were supposed to forgive, but I thought it was more of a "better yourself" type of thing. Like, yeah, if you want to let that bitterness dwell in your brain, go for it. But holding grudges only hurts yourself.

But after reading this chapter, my heart was RAW to this new concept.

I am still having a very, very hard time grasping this and am still reading the rest of the chapter on exactly how to accomplish this. I'll keep ya posted. But to be honest? I feel like a HUGE weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I don't need to decide if forgiving this person is worth it or if that hurt was caused so long ago there is no longer any point in forgiving.

Jesus says we MUST forgive. It's not up to me. Plain and simple :)

5 Degrees of the Tiki Hat (instead of Kevin Bacon)

Remember this hat I made fun of from our Relay for Life garage sale? As in, 'who would EVER wear this stupid thing?'Meet Jamie! Is she not ADORABLE? She is my cousin's girlfriend and is part of the Relay for Life team! She is the proud owner of the 'stupid hat' and is ROCKING it! She makes the tiki hat look gooood. She is holding Benny, the chicken. Black Benny, that is. One of her and Cody's pet chickens ;)And behind her, their AWESOME garden! They grow BELL PEPPERS? I am in awe.
Did I mention that Jamie is also a hair stylist on the side and during the garage sale, she gave my hair a much-needed trim? :) Well, yeah she did. Did it turn off potential shoppers that part of the garage sale was turned into a hair saloon? Whatev. I cleaned up my hair :)

The reason I needed a hair cut ASAP?

These HORRENDOUS strangely ends! Ugh. Can you say stringy???

Speaking of hair cuts... If you were a guy, how much would someone have to pay you to try out the Justin Beiber hair-do?

We didn't have to give Jenna anything. She was game. ;)

While we are on the topic of Miss Jenna, she LOVES jello. Jigglers, jello cups. Whatev. In an effort to drop some good ole lb's, I have been trying to figure out a way to eat jello (low cal snack) without throwing up. Sometimes the texture just grosses me out.

Speaking of Jello...

I think I might try these this weekend! You cut an orange in half, peel out all the yummy insides. Then you pour the hot jello liquid into the U-shaped orange shell. Let cool and slice :) Could be cute for a kids BBQ this summer? (or even add some alcohol and make orange slice jello shooters? not for the kid's BBQ of course... ;))

Well heck, while I am talking about recipes... CHECK OUT THESE!
This is one of those things you see and you are like, "WHY. DID. I. NOT. THINK. OF. THAT?" Not sure about the old school Aunt Jemima mix and scary bacon container, but through some Krustez Pancake Mix on some Hempler's bacon and I bet I am up to like 37 Weight Watcher's points and a delissshhhh breakfast :)

Oh weird. We ended at bacon. Like Kevin Bacon. ;) Isn't that how the 5 degrees of separation of Kevin Bacon work? Or something? Or am I way confused?

Whatever. ;)

Any Given Moment

Three Things Tuesday!

1.) "Older" People Texting Code

Okay. This is so stupid. But then I couldn't stop giggling. Just the image of my dear ole granny in her bathrobe getting ready for the day texting her buddies is a funny image. (Love ya, Gram). I mean, I usually don't use stuff like LMAO or TTYL, but I will say I am guilty of like the bff, G2G texting abbreviations. This made me laugh.

BFF- best friend fell

ATD- at the doctor

BYOT- bring your own teeth

G2GPBL- got to go, pacemaker battery low

GHA- got heartburn again

FWIW- forgot where I was...

By no means am I making fun of the elderly, but I mean, how funny would it be if grandma's were texting and said "Sorry for not coming to lunch club, GHA. ;)

2.) COLLEGE GRADUATION!

Gotta shout out to the the college grad! Tyson (my sis's boyfriend since she was 15) graduated from UW this past weekend! The same day Mandy turned 21! Quite a weekend for the couple! Now they are in Arizona celebrating and living it up in the 100+ weather. :) Congratulations T; seems like just yesterday we were playing in rec PE :) Enjoy your trip, you two!

Mandy & T in Kirkland at the celebration dinner :)

3.) Make-up Board

How many times do you get new makeup and then it just adds to the "pile" that is your makeup drawer and you forget all about it? Then one day you find it again and you are like, oh my gosh. I forgot all about that that bright purple eyeshadow :) . Just me? haha okay finneee. Okay. I will suck it up and show you my weekend project. But this means I can't back out :)

How absolutely AWESOME is this? It is a magnetic makeup board. You just get a magnetic board or magnetic paint, decorate and then attach those strips of magnetic tape to the back of all your makeup containers. Then you can see it all, and it's all right there and tidy. Annndd it frees up a drawer and instead takes up some vertical space.

Here's to a Quarter-Century!!!

Well. 25 years ago i was kicking and screamin' my way into the world.

...and I was born on a Friday, the 13th. Dun, dun, duuuuun.

and my dad was at his karate ceremony, taking his test to become a BLACK belt. He had to leave right before he started his test to come see his first born daughter come along and that ended that. He has never been back to karate. hehehe. Sorry, Daddy :) I know your a black belt, who cares if it's official? Not like a life accomplishment or anything... :)

So here I am! Annual First-Day of School pictures in front of the big tree in the backyard ;)

Obviously missing a few but it's clear I grew up in the 'tuck-in-your-shirt' era! ;)

I think I should start taking pictures on the first Monday of September every year before work to document my next 25 years! :) NOT! Whadda think Mom? Wanna be my photographer?? :)

Man Pies

Yesterday I hung out with our friends who are relocating from California back up here to good ole Washington. They used to live here and were (still are) our bestest family friends :)

For lunch we ventured to MAN PIES.

A new little restaurant in downtown Bellingham. I was VERY unsure. Man Pies? Are women allowed? Do men get a discount? And the looming question... What is a MAN PIE?

Let me tell ya. Man Pies are little pot-pies. They had like five flavors ranging from basic chicken and vegetables to barbecued pork and beans to Indian curry.

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The little pies have a cute little design cut into the top and they came in these little to-go bags.

It was pretty delicious, actually. Maybe not the best choice on a hot summer's day, but I think I like the concept. But then I felt kinda weird that I liked Man Pies. Like is it a "manly" food? Should I be ashamed? Should you pretend like you are buying it for a guy the next time you go in with just girls? hehe ;)

For dinner we tried to hit up the local hot dog stand that sells deep fried oreos, snickers and a hot dog called "dog in heat" which has jalapenos and cheese ;) The stand is called Neiner Neiner Weiner. Unfortunately, they were closed.

So Man Pies and Neiner Neiner Weiner all in one day :) Definitely girly food, right? ;)

June 11, 1990

It's weird to think about our first memories.

Mine were from June 11, 1990.

I remember like three things from that day.

And all of them were HORRIBLE and June 11, 1990 was the worst day of my life (my four-year-old life, that is.)

I had the chicken pox and had to sit in my grandma's bathtub with baking soda and I specifically remember crying and crying and crying because my foot itched SOOOO bad.

It was almost my FOURTH birthday, and I remember that my dad had promised to take me to a park to play. Since I had the chickenpox though, we couldn't go to a park with other kids. We drove from park to park and the feeling of disappointment crashed through my little itchy body every time I saw other kids running or swinging. Onto the next park. Every park was FULL. Where did we end up? In. My. Aunt's. Backyard. To this DAY I remember my dad trying to teach me how to 'pump' on the swing while I cried and cried.

The worst part of June 11,1990?

My mom was gone and everyone kept telling me I couldn't see her. I was being passed from relative to relative and everyone keep saying HAPPY ALMOST 4TH BIRTHDAY! Ya know where my mom was? IN THE HOSPITAL HAVING MY BABY SISTER! and I couldn't be anywhere near them, because I had the chicken pox. and it was my birthday. and i had a strange baby in my house :) Can you say traumatizing for my 4-year-old self? :)

After I got over all of that (years of therapy by the way :) I have realized that June 11, 1990, twenty-one years ago today was actually probably the best day of my little life. :)

The world got introduced to my best friend and little sister!

She is SUCH a blessing to all of our lives, and I am sooo thankful I can call her my sister!

Happy Birthday Sister! <3

did I mention it's her 21st birthday? woohooo. watch out, world ;)

Hottt Dawg!

Oh my flipping goodness. This lady was talking about how her son only eats hot dogs and pasta. Eh. Not that weird. I LOOVVEEDD macaroni and hot dogs when I was little. But then she told me HOW her son eats his hot dogs. ARE YOU READY FOR THIS? It's kind of like a horrific car crash. You don't wanna look but you can't help it...

Step 1: Pierce a hotdog with uncooked spaghetti noodles

Step 2: Throw the hotdog/noodle creation in a pot of water to boil.

Ta-daaaaaaaaa! Don't vomit ;)

Since I don't have children, someone PLEASE make these for their kids for dinner tonight. :)
Or better yet, invite me over and I will do it. I just want to see if kid's think its gross or think it's cool?

Ahahaha. Seriously?