Posts Tagged "In-N-Out"
It’s super secret secret.
I came home last night and had the bejesus scared out of me when I realized that one of the neighbors was standing by his car. I looked and just saw a head kind of floating there and then saw the rest of his body. Just standing there!
Seriously, its stuff like that that makes me think you’re a vampire.
Anywho, can I just say how much I love me some “secret menu” type stuff? From Jamba Juice’s Pink Starburst and White Gummi Bear [thanks Linds for learning me] to “Animal style” at In-N-Out. Or even the mashed up dinners we used to make at the dining hall in school, the melted cheese on the pasta trick was awesome, as were the matzo pizzas. Passover never tasted better.
But I think I trumped myself this week at the café at school. It only took me about a quarter and a half to get creative with the offerings. This week came the stroke of genius. GENIUS!
Okay, a side note. So when I wrote this out in Word, I got the green squiggly line under “GENIUS” when I ended it in a period. So I changed it to an exclamation point and ta-dow, no squiggly line. Obviously that means I had underestimated the emotional impact of my discovery. OBVIOUSLY.
But I digress. So I bought a bowl of chili and then a small order of fries. See where I’m taking this? And wouldn’t you know, the girl behind the counter was kind enough to throw in some cheddar cheese for free after I offered to pay for it AND offered to microwave it for me to get it to melt! And there we have the secret chili cheese fries.
Oh and they were sooooooo good. The boys in my group gave me props for the creative thinking. Of course now that I know I can get away with this trick I’ll have to watch myself closely. I can’t be eating chili cheese fries every night you know.
Now I’m wondering what else I can make up. Hmm. There’s not much in terms of mixing and matching. If only their grilled cheese sandwiches were much better than they are. They need to work on that. Through those suckers on the griddle! Don’t put them through the bread toaster. I should be writing that down for the suggestion box. I wonder if there is a suggestion box. I mean, they have “grilled cheese sandwich” up on the menu board, not “toasted sandwich with cheese.” Semantics are not to be dealt with lightly. There is a difference.
Read MoreA dog named Pig, you say?
This was the weekend for weird dreams but I don’t even want to remember the one I had this morning. Ugh. It was just too gross. So gross that I was completely grossed out when I woke up. I don’t want to talk about it. So let’s move on shall we?
Friday night I had a dream that I owned a dog. In a dorm. And this dog, he was an adorable little puppy that I, for some reason, named “Pig.” I don’t know why I named my dog Pig but you know, I almost want to get a dog and name him Pig. After I name the other one Bear [“like Bear!”]. But there was something so cute about telling Pig to sit and watching him sit. He was the best-behaved puppy ever.
Maybe I’ll just get that puppy game on the DS and pretend I have a puppy. Okay, I totally wouldn’t buy that game but I wish there was a way to have a dog without really having a dog. Hmm. Too bad they don’t make the Sony Aibos and that they weren’t so freakin expensive because I would have gotten one of those. I think it would have been fun!
We finished up the hats Friday night for the Mother’s Day gifts the Sunday school classes were making. Even with help, I was still overwhelmed by the volume of hats the kids kept bringing up, several of which had already made 3 or 4 hats previously. They claimed they were for other people but I suspect they just wanted to make hats. Because they liked it. And then I went to Jacki’s parents’ house to meet her so I could get my new shoes that she managed to find in Sacramento. I was super excited and they are cute but now I have to break them in. Is there a way to stretch out the toe area? I’m thinking maybe I could stick some rolled up socks in there because I just need to raise the top of it on my left foot is all.
After hanging out with my Mom Saturday morning, I went back to church to practice for the Day of Pentecost skit we were going to do the next day. Laketa, being the drama queen that she is, got really into it which made the rest of us laugh uncontrollably. But we eventually got it down after many attempts and were good to go. I stand later to go over my little speech for the Mother’s day portion of the morning where we presented our gifts. The rest of the day was spent convincing myself I had napped long enough and then rewriting my speech and committing it to memory. I live such the glamorous life.
Read MoreIt’s all fun and games until someone puts walnuts in the brownies…
Remember when eating a bowl of cereal was enjoy to sustain you through lunch even though you inevitably ran around at recess like a half-crazed wild child let out for the first time ever? Oh…that was just me running around like a half-crazed wild child let out for the first time ever? I see. Anywho, gone are those days. Now I eat a bowl of cereal and a couple hours later my stomach is complaining as if I had the audacity to skip breakfast entirely! And I never skip breakfast. Or any meal for that matter until I’m super full from a previous meal [but in most cases I just shift the eating back an hour or so] or if I’m just too sick to even stand the thought of food.
Anywho, I had myself a bowl of cereal today and by the time I got to work [granted, almost 2 hours later] I was hungry again so I ended up taking a trip to the closest Starbucks [but really, there’s like 5 of them nearby. It’s like, take your pick] for a breakfast sandwich because they’re slightly cheaper and yummier than the offerings at the McDonald’s where I don’t eat anyway except for the occasional French fries because those things are fried in crack which is why they are so delicious. Or maybe it is an after effect of being braised in beef juice or what have you to make them extra delicious. Either way, yum.
But these are bigger and a whole lot softer than the Mickey D’s sandwiches so on the very rare occasion that I go out to buy breakfast like this, I’m almost always going to go with Starbucks.
I stopped off at Marilu’s house last night to drop of her half of the Bon Bons and we introduced them to both Marela and baby Spawn who took to them like a duck to water. After we finished the bag, he kept telling Marilu that he wanted more but she whenever she said there wasn’t any left, he’d point to the bag I brought them in and say there was more there. Lindsey later yelled at me for starting the boy off so early but you know he had to learn sometime. You should have seen the smile on Marilu’s face when I walked in. We talked Marela into sampling them after going through a slightly crazed explanation of the goodness that they possess and she looked at us as if we were slightly crazed but I took solace in the fact that Marilu agreed with everything I said while describing them [even when I called them “little bags of candied crack”]; she totally gets it.
While I was there I ended up having a dinner of ice cream bars even though I really wanted a cheeseburger; and not a fast food cheeseburger [even though I was convinced that In-N-Out would completely suffice] but a real cheeseburger, like a diner cheeseburger [and wouldn’t you know, May is National Hamburger Month!]. But I did enjoy the two ice cream bars Marilu gave me and while I was diving into the second one, I had an odd sense of déjà vu: this was exactly what she did to me while she was pregnant with Spawn! She would force me into sympathy eating all this junk food while she’d have like, cucumbers and stuff. That girl…she can’t be trusted.
We all hung out for a bit before finally heading home so we could catch our respective television shows…weird how that happens. But Thursday is the only day that I actually know what to watch [all NBC until 10pm because I had long given up ER and really, I can’t believe that show is still on].
The company sponsored a lunch for us today with Mexican food in celebration of Cinco de Mayo and thankfully it wasn’t fajitas. I enjoy fajitas when they’re made right but those are always hit or miss. Today’s menu consisted of taco salad [which was good except for the lettuce that had a very strong lemon taste to it], chicken tortilla soup, fruit salad, this beef and potato thing, black beans, rice and chicken enchiladas that were actually really good. I don’t normally eat chicken enchiladas but these were delicious. And for dessert there was tres leches cake and brownies but the brownies had nuts in them. Ugh, why do people insist on ruining brownies by adding nuts? That’s a crime against humanity, yo!
Except I sampled a little bit of everything and now I want to take a nap. If only they had the foresight for a company-sponsored siesta. Because my eyes! They are! SO HEAVY!
Read MoreJust because you don’t see it doesn’t make it legal…
Because I’m a complete dorpe [a dork AND a dope] I forgot to make a happy birthday post for Robe yesterday. I’m sorry Robe! Happy [belated] Birthday! Hope it was fantastic!
Baked potatoes are awesome. Even when they’re “baked” in the microwave. I tried not to think about the potato during church because I’m pretty sure God wouldn’t appreciate my not paying attention…it was bad enough that I had the gumption to respond to a text message but that was during the offering so I guess that’s a little okay. Alright, it’s just as bad.
Maybe that’s why I woke up to a Charley horse huh? I HATE those things but this time I prayed over it instead of just massaging out the pain. Yup, the first thing that popped out of my mouth was “In the name of Jesus” and then started praying in tongues and then like right that second I could feel the muscle relax. How awesomely amazing is that? That was the quickest I was ever able to get over a charley horse and I can’t believe I never tried to lay hands on myself before. Silly me. I’m so glad I paid attention during Bible study. The lesson? A continuation of the Gifts of the Spirit. And both healing and Faith are two of the power gifts. Take that baked potato. Didn’t distract me!
Anywho, I’m really looking forward to Christmas because I get to see the bf. Yay! Granted, I’ll be back in the snow but I’m cool with that. I’m hoping to be able to visit with my Michigan family while I’m out there and finally getting to introduce them to the bf. These were the kind folks that adopted me while I was at college. I haven’t seen them since I graduated so it’ll be really nice to at least see half of the family. We may even get a chance to hang out with Bubba again but that’ll be depending on where we end up spending our time at and that won’t be figured out until that month. But I’ll get a week with him, which is very much appreciated and needed. Out of the 31 months we’ve been together [can you believe it’s been that long?] we maybe have about almost 2 months of cumulative time together. Maybe. I know that any other guy wouldn’t have stuck it out for this long and/or cheated on me long ago but he hasn’t. He’s still here and devoted to building a life together. It’s just hard because we have no real idea of when that life can begin, what with life getting in the way and all. We’ve had to rework our original framework and make some adjustments that still call for more time apart but only a little bit more. But considering the plans we’ve set for ourselves, it’s a necessary evil.
I’m not worried. I know we’ll be together and I know we’re both working hard and making sacrifices. He’s completely worth everything.
I know I haven’t eaten at McDonald’s in a long while but for some reason I want Chicken Nuggets and their fries. That would be so delicious. I guess it’s fine so long as it’s not a burger right? The nephew got all stanky on Sunday when we were trying to decide where to pick up something to eat. My mom suggested In-N-Out and of course I was game but he shot that down because apparently it makes him sick. So he suggested McDonald’s and I shot that down because I just don’t eat there. My mom was fine stopping at two places but he just refused and decided he wanted to eat at home. What a funky attitude to have because I wouldn’t go to McDonald’s. Oh well. But back to my story, I could get even better chicken nuggets at Wendy’s but there isn’t one nearby, which sucks but probably is a good thing because I’d be there a lot. You know I had to ask my dad for a dollar today so I could play in the football pool this week? How sad is that? Even though I’ve been threatening him about paying since he’s been screwing up my picks. I just couldn’t deal with having to dig out another dollar in quarters for a second week in a row. I felt like such a little kid when I asked but he didn’t even question me. Just handed it over. I think I was more amazed by that.
Read MoreI don’t have the heart to eat that cherry…
I came home yesterday, talked to dad for like 2 minutes then settled in to watch Dae Jang Geum and Spongebob Squarepants and somehow decided that I was still hungry, even after eating spaghetti [I probably didn’t have enough] and since I had saved the rest of it for lunch today, I didn’t have much left for a second plate but probably wouldn’t have eaten it anyway if there was some. Anywho, I somehow decided that French toast was the answer. YES, I MUST HAVE FRENCH TOAST. NOW.
I was so excited by this idea that I literally jumped off the couch and rushed through my shower so I could come back downstairs and myself those fabulous French toast and boy was it so unbelievably worth it.
I almost took a picture but I didn’t want to waste time going upstairs for my camera when I could be eating french toast. It’s all about priorities.
Would you even believe that I have yet to open my Amazon package? It’s been sitting on my floor since Wednesday. I’ll probably get to it tonight, sometime after my maybe In-N-Out dinner. I’m really surprised I haven’t ripped it open yet. I hope it turns out as well. That also reminds me that I need to start collecting things for the bridal shower and favors and everything. And get to work on those roses still. I’ll have to give Mo a call this weekend and see when she’s free to give me a hand. Hopefully we’ll be able to coordinate our schedules and since she’s a pro, it shouldn’t take her long to at least walk me through the project.
I can’t believe how quickly this whole thing is actually happening. In a month I’ll be talking about how I can’t believe she’ll be getting married in a month [or less!] and then it’ll all be so real, seeing her in the dress and veil, walking down the aisle and saying their vows. If I don’t cry it’ll be a real achievement. Maybe I should make sure to have some tissues on hand. Maybe I can stick them in my bouquet.
It honestly feels like we just started planning the wedding even though it’s almost been a year since they first got engaged. Then I start thinking about all the time and years we spent together, joking about our celebrity fantasy boyfriends and lamenting our seemingly bad luck with guys [oh the stories of unrequited crushes], graduating and moving on to college, late long distance phone calls and more stories of unrequited crushes. And then the quite hilarious story of how they met. Oh man, what would have happened had she managed to get out of their planned date like she wanted to? That’s just one question that won’t ever be answered, not that it matters anyway. She’s definitely more like a sister than a friend and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
And I’m so glad to know that I won’t be losing her to the marriage. That’s a weird phenomenon; how some people suddenly disappear once they get married. It’s like they don’t have any need for their other friends now that they’re husband and wife. Is there some sort of alternate dimension where all the married people go? Because there are definitely some people who I know may be found there. I won’t follow this thread right now. I’ll save it for another day. This is a happy moment.
But seriously, where do all the married people go? And why don’t they like hanging out with us singles? What did we do wrong?
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