special sauce

I had my first Big Mac experience today. I've made it to this point in my life without ever tasting one. I decided earlier in the year that I would make it a goal to taste a Big Mac by the end of the year. Lofty goals. I know.

I had it in my mind that today would be the day. Well, today had to be the day. I'm running out of days in 2010. No more putting it off.

My train of thought throughout the day leading up to the Big Mac experience:

Big Mac
Mac daddy
Mac daddy make you wanna jump, jump
Kris Kross backwards day in school
I wore my Girbauds and my Gimmie shirt backwards
Could I get my jeans on backwards now?
Probably not after eating a Big Mac

It all came full circle.

Back to my Big Mac. It tasted about like I thought it would. It was kind of squishy. The middle bun piece slides out. I was pretty underwhelmed with my Big Mac. BUT I can put a big, fat checkmark next to my goal for 2010. DONE!

broken promises

Skinny jeans came back in style. I absolutely refused to own or wear a pair. Ever. For many good reasons. The 80's, and my short and unshapely legs are just a couple of them. Well, I own a pair. Okay, maybe more than a pair. I own a few, or four, or whatever.

Leggings came back in style. I absolutely refused to own or wear a pair. Ever. Again, for many good reasons. I wore leggings like crazy at one point in my life. I stopped wearing them when I was 10. And the people that wear them that just shouldn't be wearing them (shudder)... Anyway, after some persuasion from my dear Jess, I own a pair.

Now we have jeggings. The lovechild that resulted from skinny jeans and leggings getting together and...ya know... I swore these off for a while, but I wasn't as quick to judge as I'd already given in to both skinny jeans and leggings. I'm writing this post in the comfort of my jeggings.

Things have gone one step further, my friends. These have been introduced to the world. A line has been crossed. I absolutely refuse to own or wear a pair of these. Ever. This is a promise I intend to keep.

soccer mom

I have officially become a "soccer mom". Well, kind of. Tyce had his first soccer game yesterday. It was so fun to watch. He even scored a goal. He felt like such a champ!


And in case you're wondering... I haven't traded in my beautiful, gas-guzzling, giant carbon footprint leaving, full-size SUV for a Subaru or a mini van. Perhaps my transformation to "soccer mom" isn't complete.

the devil in disguise

Yes, it is that time again! I almost forgot about Girl Scout cookies this year. I wish I would have. These two little boxes are some of my biggest enemies. Girl Scout cookies are expensive for what you get. But some of them are just so yummy! I also try to justify buying Girl Scout cookies because they're for a "good cause". I did show some restraint this year and only bought 3 boxes.


Word of caution: Don't waste your money on the new Berry Munch cookies. BLEH!