OMG!!!

In order to properly tell this story, let's lay the groundwork.

First, I love Chipotle - hopefully, you all have this chain by you - if not, I'm horribly sorry, and you should move. I have no real weakness for fast food, with this one exception. I eat there about once a week, and LOVE IT!!!! However, now that I work downtown, where the world is decidedly Chipotle-less, I can only grab it on the way home from work - a new habit I began last Wednesday (hubby's work night).

Tonight was the night, and, needless to say, I know exactly what I get:

Burrito Bol (like a burrito, but, no tortilla and in a bowl) with rice, black beans, and steak. Then I have them add corn salsa, sour cream, cheese and lettuce, and tonight I got some chips and salsa. Then, I get home, hastily put the children to bed, crack open a DDP (diet dr. pepper - I am from Texas after all), and write a blog post!



Don't judge me.

Anyhow, going through the line at Chipotle from the time you get to the front of it until the time you get to the cashier takes about 45 seconds - so long as you know what you are doing.

Now to tonight - in a hurry, babysitter waiting, rush into Chipotle. Whew - the line isn't too long good...Tapping my heels on the ground, being patient, ooohh, yum, I just can't wait for that yummy Chipotle goodness.

YES! The tiny lady in front of me - it's her turn, that means I'm next!

Then she starts with the very demanding voice, and it's hard to believe it came out of such a tiny body, but, I digress..

Okay, I need one burrito, but I just want the rice and chicken in it, then roll it up, I want everything else on the side.

No, no, not mixed together!!! I need a small side of veggies, a small side of corn, one of sour cream, and one of cheese!!!

At this point the barely bi-lingual girl behind the counter looks confused, but then she gets it and explains it to the next girl down the line who starts filling tiny cups with each ingredient.

The lady follows the burrito ALL the way down the line, the runs back to the beginning like she is doing wind sprints in PE class, and says:


Okay, now I need a fajita salad, but I just want the lettuce, and the rice in the bowl and everything else on the side....

etc, you get the idea.....

Wind sprint back to the beginning - and last I need a ....

This is where I wanted to find a sharp object to stab her.



What in the world is wrong with people?????

But, all is right with the world now. All I have to do is keep the sour cream off the keyboard!

- that last line sounded a little weird...but I'm going to keep it anyway.

Oh minty cookies of my diet downfall

Thanks to Mike's nearly criminal consumption of Girl Scout Cookies, the little cookie-pushing leprechauns have come west!

They have moved into the parking lot of my neighborhood grocery store.

They tempt me so - with their cuteness and their "we have a new sugar free cookie this year."

Well, I don't want your new sugar free cookie - I want one thing, and one thing only

THIN MINTS!!!

But, says my inner voice, you don't need thin mints. Besides, what's so special about them? You could always eat the Keebler Grasshopper cookies - they are really the same thing, and you manage to avoid those all year long. And don't forget your weight loss goal this year - how are thin mints going to help??

So, I answered my "rational" inner voice. I don't know what's so special - but I know they are special. Plus, it's for a good cause. Plus, I'll just get one box. Just one box this season - there, craving satisfied. Humph.

I tried people, I really did.

I caved.

One little box.

I decided I would take it to work and "share it".

I did take it to work.

Yet to share it.

hmmmm.....

I had a Lean Cuisine for lunch - only 250 calories.

Surely that calls for some cookies, right?

PS: Mike, we are going to need a support group - I could always mail you boxes from here. I don't want you to come crashing down after your cookie high and do anything crazy. I'll enable you, and, maybe next year you can help the cookie season (the happiest time of the year) come a little earlier to AZ! *Hee hee*

He's Moving

This was too traumatic a couple of days ago when it happened, but now it is funny.

AtHomeHubby and I have really laid down the law about the rules in the mornings because of this and this. The deal is that if the rules are broken, no TV for the day. Hard to believe that AtHomeHubby signed on for that, but he is a glutton for punishment. The rules for Brandelion include - no food without asking permission, he has to stay in bed until 7:00, and he can't go outside.

This was tough for him for several days, and he lost a lot of TV privileges. On Tuesday, he informed AtHomeHubby that,

I'm moving to Nana's! You're too mean, and she's nice.

He then started crying, packing, and called me at work to say goodbye. It was horrible. I felt really helpless, but AtHomeHubby persisted that this was "good for him" and "it will make him appreciate us."

Then, AtHomeHubby told Brandelion how much he would miss him, and how we would all cry all the time if he left.

Brandelion finally relented, broke down and sobbed, and has been the SWEETEST kid for the last couple of days.

Even though, at the time, I thought AtHomeHubby was being WAY too heartless by just letting Brandelion pack, etc....

Here goes....

I hate to admit it....

He was right.