Ice Cream Sundays - Phish Food

It's back!  After a much needed-hiatus from eating 23 pints of ice cream, I have tried another flavor.  And it was magnificent.

The pint says it has gooey marshmallow swirls, caramel swirls, and fudge fish in a chocolate ice cream.  All I could taste was yum after yum after yum.

I'm thinking that these flavors blend so well together that instead of tasting each distinct element, you just taste one flow of sweet dairy heaven.

It's doesn't have the unique "wow" factor of flavors like Mint Chocolate Cookie, but it's soo delicious and uncomplicated that it is definitely now in my top 3.  This is more of an "everyday" ice cream...if you're a total lard ass and you believe in things like "everyday" ice cream.  And if you do believe that than in this case Mint Chocolate Cookie would be the "black tie" of ice creams.

I know, it's all very complicated.  And fat.

SUMMARY:

Flavors Tried: 24

Favorite Flavor: Mint Chocolate Cookie

Garden Tour

Finally!  After months and months of waiting, we finally have a red tomato.  3 out of 4 of our tomato plants look like they have been destroyed by a flesh eating virus.  This one below though has some promising growth.  Here's hoping they all turn red before they all turn into prey from whatever is eating everything else!

Ever wonder what a squash looks like as it grows??  Here you have it.  A litle finger with a blossom at its root.

I can't wait to eat these!

Fun, related fact: In Indian Princesses (a father-daughter group for young girls) my Indian name was Squash Blossom. I never knew what that name, so beauifully painted on the leather medallion around my 8-year old neck, meant until this very moment!

Meanwhile the cucumbers continue to grow like weeds.  And instead of giving them away as cucumbers or just tossing them, Grant has turned our house into a makeshift pickle factory.  I came home one night from dinner and upon entering the kitchen, my eyes actually watered from the thick layer of apple cider vinegar in the air.  I hope they are good enough to eat.  Because heaven knows we have enough to share!

Oh, also, someone in our house bought Crocs for gardening.  And it wasn't me.

I'm learning so much while continuing to do so little.  It's glorious!

And Gosh Darn It, People Like You

I love a deal as much as the next much as the next person.  And probably even way more than that person.  I use coupons whenever I can, buy massages on the regular from LivingSocial.com, and get my hair cut at Great Clips.  But when it comes to my ultimate life dreams and goals, that's not where I want to pinch pennies.  So you can imagine my amazement when I opened today's LivingSocial.com deal for the Wilmington, NC area:  Initial Beliefs and Behavorial Analysis, and Life Coaching Sessions.

How do you even become "certified" in life and success coaching?  What do you think the test is to prove your ability?  Successfully talking a suicial person off of a ledge??  Otherwise I call BS.

Look I'm me, I'm certified too: "Stop feeling sorry for yourself.  Get a job.  Be nice to people.  Don't suck.  And pay attention to the task at hand."  There - Now you have all the keys to success!

I would never pay $75 (discounted from $425!!!  WTF) to have a perfect stranger call me and tell me I'm special.  I have my parents for that. 

Yo Soy Bad at Dressing

I just made the mortifying realization that I currently look virtually identical to every member of the Buena Vista Social Club.  It turns out that I'm basically wearing a Guayabera.  Oops.

It truly astounds me that I can be a relatively intelligent person but fail so miserably at dressing myself each and everyday.

I guess bad fashion sense is my hubris.

Now, if I could just get my hands on a mojito and some Cuban music this outfit might be a little less embarrassing to be in...

Monday Go Bye Bye

It's official.  I need to invent something immediately and sail around the world.  Not only do Mondays suck @$$, my body is now physically rejecting the act of sitting in an office chair.

I have sciatica and it hurts.  According to the chiropractor I have been handing out money to, I also have a serious case of scoliosis.  Thanks for the devastating news "Doctor".

This all reminds of one of the most amazing conversations I've ever had the privilege of being part of - When a 60+ year old woman was told by a Pilates instructor that she was left handed, not right handed, as she had been trained to believe for the past 6 decades.

My mind was blown in a series of small explosions as she waxed poetic about how different her life could have been if she'd known that she was left-handed.  Would she have been an artist?  Would she still have met her husband?  Would she have learned to speak French?

I didn't have the heart to tell her that Pilates instructors, much like Chiropractors, are not really in a position to tell you life-changing medical information without at least handing you one tiny grain of salt.

Without scoliosis would I have been a ballerina?  Would I be able to put my legs behind my head?  Would I have invented Spanx first?

Oh wait, who cares.  I want to go back to bed.

It happened again.

Remember a few weeks ago when my ancient GPS took me to a ferry station?

Well yesterday it took me to the end of the universe.  Otherwise known as a dead end.  Only it didn't think it was a dead end.  It thought it was a highway.

So you can imagine my surprise when, going around 50 mph, I am stopped dead in my tracks by red caution signs and an abrupt lack of pavement.

Maybe I need to start taking up donations or something.  Somehow I just can't convince myself it's worth it to spend almost $200 on a new GPS disk.  But after a close call with an accidental ferry ride and near collision with a very dead end, I'm becoming a little more open-minded. 

If she tries to take me somewhere via air travel anytime soon, her reign as my virtual shepard will be in serious jeopardy.