I couldn't resist.

Hunger Games Coffee? I saw this at Target Starbucks yesterday and I couldn't resist :)

Saw The Hunger Games last night. I thoroughly enjoyed it, it was one of the few book-based movies in recent memory where I didn't walk out disappointed about omissions. I could have done without the punky little 12 year olds behind us talking - or the stink eye from their mom when we told them to shut the hell up - CONTROL YOUR DAMN CHILDREN IN A MOVIE THEATRE YOU MORON. But after we threatened to get the usher they finally got the hint.

Did you read the Hunger Games? Have you seen the movie yet?

I'm a Quitter, but Watch this Video :)

I've given up on the whole blogging challenge thing - once a day is tough, once a week would be easier.

Anyhoo, this video is really cool. I came across it on Second Ave Sagas. It's video of the sounds of the subway. Surprisingly it's not all squealing train brakes either ;)

Normally this would appear over at I Haz a Choo Choo Train Problem, which it does - but it's too good to just post there, therefore, I'm posting it here too :) Watch it with headphones. If you've never been to New York or in their subways it gives you a good feel for the atmosphere - except the stations are grungier than the slick editing let you see...and you don't have the smell that is uniquely a New York City subway station. Although if any of them smell like the bowels of Borough Hall Station in Brooklyn on a Saturday afternoon in October with some fungus footed crackhead lady eating a Subway (heh heh) foot long, you're probably better off. That stench is one I won't forget for a while, and in my work in patient care I've seen some nasty wounds that have quite the odor to go with them, so it's not like my nose hasn't had to deal with similar putrid-ness before. At any rate, sit back, plug in some headphones and max this video to full screen :)


BENDING SOUNDS - NYC SUBWAY from Tim Sessler on Vimeo.

Day 8: What are 5 Passions that You Have?

Hot damn. I've survived 8 days of this. I'm pretty proud of myself.

1. Trains - I would think that's pretty obvious. I never shut up about them - and still manage to broach the topic here several times a month in spite of the fact I made a separate blog for that sort of thing. (If you ignored the link at the beginning of the paragraph, it's here.)

2. Reading - be it on my Nook or the old fashioned way, I love to read, and always have. Even though a lot of why I used to continuously devour books stemmed from escapism and wanting to tune out all the verbal and psychological abuse I dealt with as a kid...some habits still stick. When people say they "hate reading", it's completely unfathomable for me.

3. Food. Yep I'm a fatty. Just have a looksie at the foodspotting widget, which is somewhere over on the right hand side of the page.

4. Helping people - another pretty self-explanatory passion, I want to be a nurse.

5. Shopping - I'm a girl, of course I like to shop. Except for pants. That's just impossibly annoying because no 2 brands fit the same way so one brand's 12 is a 14 in another which is depressing at times.

I think that about sums up today's prompt, considering "passions" are a pretty vague topic of discussion. Or maybe I'm just overthinking it cuz I'm crazy like that.

Music Monday - Gold, Guns, Girls

I wasn't even going to bother posting a music Monday this week, but this song was stuck in my head all damn day after catching the tail end of it on the radio this morning.

Enjoy yourself some Metric goodness :)

Day 7: What is Your Dream Job & Why?

Easy peasy. This answer hasn't changed in about 10 years.

I want to be a nurse...probably labor and delivery, but my Grey's Anatomy addiction and very limited (but very awesome) shadowing experiences in Operating Rooms my senior year of high school make me want to be an OR scrub nurse as well. During high school I went into these shadowing experiences convinced any sighting of copious amounts of blood would make me hurl. I actually found my OR shadowing to be pretty fun...and the blood didn't make me sick.

I still doubt I could handle being an ER or Trauma nurse - this is why I never bothered getting certified as an EMT my senior year - but then again, if I did that, I'd have missed out on the shadowing. But then again, who knows...when I finally do get the money to go to nursing school and get to the clinical/extern parts that my friends are in now and make me jealous of all the cool things they see, maybe I'll be in the ER when a massive trauma rolls in and be cured of that notion too. Or maybe some other facet of nursing will catch my interest more than L&D or working in the OR. Who knows.

I also harbor a small desire to be a Metro-North conductor, but I have a very low tolerance for stupid people, so the drunk/druggie/annoying passengers would probably piss me off pretty quickly. On Twitter I follow someone who's a conductor for PATH and he's told me quite a few stories about drunks kicking out train windows, puking all over, ect...so on and so forth. I cleaned pee, poo and vomit for the elderly and infirm for 3 years, if you're going to puke all over my train because you're completely hammered, that's another story entirely. So yeah...probably not a good career choice, no matter how much I like trains.

I also wouldn't mind being a pharmacist either, but it would have to be at a place like I work at now - long term care, supplying drugs to nursing homes, group homes, and the like. I've heard way too many horror stories about retail pharmacy to EVER want to be a pharmacist some place like Walgreens. Too bad that takes even LONGER to do than nursing and requires more money that I don't have...unless work finally gets a tuition reimbursement program.

Day 6: What is the hardest thing you have ever experienced?

September 4-7, 2011 (Wait, never mind)

Honestly, I would have to say the hardest thing I've ever experienced is being blindsided and fired from a job I held for two years...never getting a straight answer as to why they reached the conclusion of their investigation. (Seriously, it was a dementia patient's word against mine. She routinely hallucinated about cooking and seeing her husband...and I had a witness who stuck up for me and they still fired me.)

I have my own conclusions as to why this happened, namely money, as the patient who complained about me had other mistreatment at the hands of agency staff that came in to work at the nursing home I worked at - and this home did not accept medicaid, so unless you were paying via medicare, they were getting the full $350+/day private pay rate from these patients. The patient's daughter was married to a man whose family is well known in these parts as half of a construction conglomerate. I'm fairly sure the conversation between the patient's daughter and the nursing home administration went as follows: "Terminate who was responsible, or we're going to move Mom somewhere else".

Let me tell you - to have state nursing home inspectors and the state police call you for "your side" and then have them tell you that they have no reason to believe that you're lying...that's pretty fucked up. In spite of that, the economy was at the height of being in the shitter (this was summer 2009) and jobs were in short supply so I still felt like an asshole having to skirt around the inevitable interrogations about why I left my previous job.

In retrospect, I survived - my credit rating took a sound beating because my credit cards were the last thing I was worried about paying when I had a brand new car to keep and gas to put in it to go to job interviews - and I still managed to keep a roof over my head. At the time, that month of "summer vacation" as I now look at it, were stressful and sucked.

Day 5: 5 Things That Make You Happy Right Now.

1. Nibbler. Don't lie. He's adorable.


2. Pinterest - Time suck extrabrdinaire.

3. The Boyfriend.

4. Free time - work is stressful and annoying. It's nice to not have to think about work and all the BS that entails.

5. Train videos. My YouTube subscriptions are full of them, and I like taking them.

Day 5 - easy peasy :)

Day 4: 10 Things You'd Like to Tell Your 16 Year Old Self

Once upon a time, I did a post like this. As much as I don't want to, I'm going to recycle it...The original, however, is here

Dear Me (Circa 2005), Peel yourself from MySpace and your music and read this.

 1. 5 years from now, Fall Out Boy will be on hiatus. Its not a horrific tragedy. Really.

 2. Price Rite is not the worst job in the world. Minus that dick of a manager.

 3. That creepy freshman on the bus your junior year? He's gonna become your first boyfriend a week after graduation. He's also going to be a completely socially inept reject who you want to dump every three weeks, and after 5 and a half months of dealing with his stupidity, you will. He'll call you a whore and a slut because you didn't give it up to him...but he'll get the fuck over it eventually after you're out with friends and one of them grabs your phone when he calls and tells him that his face will be ground into the pavement if he calls you again. However, dealing with his shit will make you realize when you're 19 and find the most amazing guy ever...well, he'll find you...that he's your knight in shining armor and you'd do well to hang on to him.

4. That said, you are not a piteous freak, as you like to call yourself on your blog.

5. Don't waste your money on Academy of Driving. They sucked and you won't get your license until you're 18 bee tee dubs.

6. That kid you're pining over in math class? About 4 years from now he's gonna tell you he has feelings for you and its going to be super awkward because you've got a boyfriend who's amazing and you have no intention of leaving. You will end up not talking after becoming decent friends, which sucks. You will be there when he's puking his brains out on his 21st birthday and end up sitting on a gross ass bar bathroom floor with him because nobody else will. You'll also step in his puke and not really care either.

7. You will not be blogging on ebloggy anymore.

8. You will still be in contact with Brian Birdi via Twitter and Badmonkey via Facebook.

9. Going back to #6, based on conversations had with said individual you'd do best to grow a pair and do something about your infatuation.

10. Your dad is full of shit, you won't be going to WestConn because your parents aren't going to give you a dime for college, in fact they're going to up and leave CT for SC in December 2007.

11. You will kick ass on the SAT's even though that means nothing because you won't have enough money to go to college.

12. Your parents are pretty awful, but things will get better. Ish.

13. Tonay WHOAmack will still be a relevant part of your life in 2012.

14. Mike Mussina will retire the year before the Yankees win the World Series again.

15. When you're 19 and some kid from Harwinton messages you on Facebook, agree to go out with him sooner than like 2 weeks after initial contact...you will not regret this 

16. When you're going to lose your V-Card, don't contemplate it for so long...the guy is not an asshole, trust :)

17. You're not going to miss your plane when you go see your parents in June 2008.

18. Cherish the bullshittery in Bishop's class junior year....senior year it will double in size and you won't be able to get away with shit!

19. The OC will end. You will not feel shattered.

20. You will get a boyfriend in due time.

21. Don't talk to the Incest Whore, she will jeopardize one of your best friendships...if you do, it will survive...but it will suck monkey balls in the meantime.

22. Stop embracing your antisocialness so much.

23. That other kid you liked...yeah...he doesn't like you. Get over it.

24. Don't introduce Jess to Will. Your life will have so much less drama.

25. Kayci and Doug will break up for good.

26. Mariza will never get the stick out of her ass..until she starts dating Seth...it will be much smaller then, but still there.

27. Tell Jamie to go fuck himself when being an asshole to you.

28. You won't go to the senior England, Ireland, and Wales trip: fixate on something else.

29. You won't be shunned by half the people you hang around with now for speaking the truth with Liz.

30. April will stop pining over the good guys, and date a string of douchebags, ending with her being knocked up.

31. Prom will still be fun, even though you didn't have a date. And finally...

32. Whatever seems like a tragedy now, won't be in 5 years 

Love <3,
Yourself (Circa 2012)

Okay, after yesterday's doozy of an emotional rant, this one is a lot lighter - but actually fitting because you can kind of see a snapshot into my mind at that time, which was in the thick of the crap described.

Holy Threaded Comments Batman!

I'm sure you've noticed that the default comment system for Blogger completely sucks. A while ago, I had heard that some Blogger blogs had more Wordpress-esque comments.

Since people are commenting more - I wanted a better solution and was going to give Disqus another try, but for hahas I googled "Threaded Comments on Blogger" and found this.

As a side effect, I had been wanting to set up Google Analytics, and discovered that their directions for setup were pretty piss poor and way more complicated than they had to be - I found a dedicated box for analytics to copy/paste the ID code. WAY THE HELL EASIER THAN ADDING SOME CODE TO MY TEMPLATE THAT DIDN'T WORK ANYWAY, EVEN THOUGH I FOLLOWED THE INSTRUCTIONS ON GOOGLE'S OWN PAGE!


Anyhoo, I wanted to let y'all know that now individual comments can now be replied to :)

Day 3: Describe Your Relationship With Your Parents.

This post can be summed up pretty quickly. I could harp for hours about just how fucking demented they are, but I don't feel like dragging it out because at the moment I'm at a decent place with this horseshit. However, in the interest of not half-assing this task, I'm going to elaborate somewhat.

From the age of 9 onwards, our relationship was tenuous at best. Before that, it was fine. From middle school and beyond, I was the fuck up and failure, and "I wish I jizzed on the curtain". Apparently I'm also a fat, lazy fuck and anything less than a 90 in school was never good enough. I'm also a worthless piece of shit who "can't be taken out in public" and when I was upset by these comments I'm "the one that's sick in the head" and "stop upsetting your sister, she doesn't need to hear that." Another taunt was "I'm calling DCF, we don't want you anymore". Another passtime of my dad's was taking me somewhere and then loudly announcing that I was being taken back to the retard home afterwards. Imagine being 11 or 12 and having people stare at you because they think you do come from a group home and at the obnoxiousness of my dad. It was embarassing.

Essentially until I moved out, I was not allowed to do ANYTHING. I was continually harassed for having no friends and being "a fucking loser", yet any time I asked to hang out with friends or were invited to go anywhere with them, I wasn't allowed to go. I wasn't allowed to talk on the phone, and on the computer I could be in the middle of something important or talking to someone and the internet would be cut off for no reason whatsoever.

This is why I was a lonely emo kid. Life sucked and I had thoughts that dying might be better than this existance, but I never did anything. I didn't cut, I read. That's all I could do to escape my miserable existance. It's probably why I can read an insane number of pages in an hour when I put myself into it...and it's definitely why I'd finished Harry Potter #5 in about a day (thats the one that's like 800 pages long). The day I turned 16 my parents came home with a job application and told me I had to work. Then they complained about how I chose to spend my money and then when I bought my own laptop my dad did all sorts of shit to it so that it wasn't even mine. His excuse "my credit card paid for it." Despite the fact that I handed him the $847 it cost the minute the order was placed. Then one day he decided I shouldn't have the laptop I paid for and stepped on it, cracking the screen. When I got pissed off, more verbal abuse ensued, and something physical may have happened, but I ignore that shit and pretend it never happened. I mean, as far as they were concerned, trying to smother your kid with a pillow doesn't leave a mark, so it's not really abuse.

I'm glad they moved to South Carolina, because I probably would have finally hauled off and socked my dad one and gotten arrested.

Since they've been there we've gone through bipolar periods of being civil, being affronted by some unknown transgression that "you know what you did" (Um, the fuck I do), not speaking to me for a year because I couldn't send my sister a birthday card in 09 because I had just been fired and was unaware that I actually was able to collect unemployment - so my money went to car & insurance payments and gas so I could go to interviews.

One day my dad was being a prick about something and Justin came home and found me staring at my phone crying because of the nasty text he had sent me to the effect of "Your mom should have had an abortion, you're a disgusting piece of shit". He took my Blackberry and erased the text so I'd stop harping on it.

Right now, things are civil. I'm going to visit at the end of May which is giving me a damn anxiety attack about how it's going to go. After that, I'm sure things will sour again. That's how it goes - civil visit and give it a month and it goes down the shitter again. At least now I'm at a place where I can roll my eyes at the verbal abuse from 850mi away and not fear more shit for doing THAT.

Crap. This post got way more involved than I wanted it to be. SEE? I TOLD YOU I WOULD RANT!

Day 2: Describe 3 Legitimate Fears & How They Came To Be

Today's prompt is to describe 3 legitimate fears you have and how they came into being. Sadly for the boyfriend, I will not be discussing why I hate when he flicks a lighter next to my face - because it isn't legitimate per se. But anyway...

1. Spiders - I FUCKING HATE SPIDERS. This all stems from when I was 3 or 4. I stayed over at my granparents' house (or something) and got bit by some type of spider. All I remember is that my left ankle had a lovely patch that was all bubbly, blistered, and generally nasty. This grossness was probably a nice 1.5 square patch if not more. To this day I will sidle away and get something to squish one going "Ew ew ew ew ew GTFO ew ew ew" the whole time.

2. Something grave happening in the family and not being told about it - whether it be parental/sister related as they're in South Carolina or anything really, my family has communication issues. BIG TIME. Especially on my dad's side. So, I feel this is a pretty legitimate fear. I mean, shit, if my uncle can go from being the cool uncle to not seeing him for 12 years and having it be hella awkward the next time I see him because he decides he wants to be a little bitch about my Dad supposedly saying something about him to some woman he had his eye on, which in turn caused some giant family feud, then who's to say when one of my grandparents gets sick, information won't be withheld? (Honestly, now I think the root of this problem lies with my parents, because now when I see these relatives I hear all sorts of complaining about how my parents never call/never acknowledge them, and so on and so forth. However, that's a totally different story for another day. Maybe tomorrow because I think tomorrow's prompt asks about parental relationship.)

3. Heights on unsteady ground - stand me in the observation deck of the Empire State Building/Rockefeller Center, I'm fine. (Actually, I've never been to either, and those are probably the only 2 uber-touristy things I haven't done in New York) My point is, seat me in a plane (unless it's banking and I'm staring straight at the ground) or keep my feet solidly on the ground and I can deal with heights. Solid ground is a good thing. Rollercoasters, big log flumes, and other things with crazy drops...hell to the no. I'm probably the worst person to ever go to an amusement park with for that reason. Spinning I can deal with. Drops, fuck no. I could never go skydiving, I'd probably crap my pants.

There you have it, three legitimate fears of mine that aren't too embarrassing :)

Day 1: List 20 random facts about yourself.

Alrighty, here goes the first day of this 30 Day Challenge I've decided to embark upon. 20 random facts about myself.

1. I hate Star Wars. I haven't seen more than 15 minutes of any of the movies, and I completely intend to go to the grave that way.
2. Harry Potter > any other kiddy/teenage fantasy series that has ever been written or will ever be written.
3. I miss direct patient care a lot. Rotting at a desk all day is slowly sucking my soul dry. I need the $$ for nursing school to rectify this
4. I love to read. I love physical books - although I am pretty much addicted to my Nook. It's just easier for portability sometimes, I tried reading 1Q84 - which is over 900 pages long in physical form and that sucker was heavy...and hard to read conveniently. When I have the time I'm going to borrow the eBook from our library. That said, I love the smell of real books, new and old, and my Nook will never fully replace actual books for me.
5. I love Starbucks. It's a paternal family addiction.
6. Speaking of family addictions, trains is another one. In fact I have another blog specifically for my train nerding stuff. It's here if you haven't already checked it out ;)
7. I'm a lot less depressed than I used to be.
8. My all time favorite song ever is "Shine" by Collective Soul because when I was a little kid my mom used to change the lyrics to include my name (Heather let your light shine down, rather than heaven)
9. I want to be a labor and delivery or OR Scrub nurse.
10. If and when I ever have surgery, I want someone to record what the doctors talk about with me cut open on the table. I've shadowed in ORs during high school and let me tell you, the Grey's Anatomy OR dialogue is not that far fetched. I also watched an orthopedic surgeon work to Green Day cranked in his OR once.
11. I love New York City. I would love to live there one day, but a.) that probably will never happen and b.) part of why that would never happen is because I would have to maintain a place here to escape once in a while.
12. I graduated high school and 3 months later my parents and little sister moved to South Carolina. I did not follow suit.
13. My new favorite books are the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich. I realize I'm really late to the game here, but I'm on book 8 now.
14. My iPod is one of the most abused things in my life.
15. I tweet way too much
16. I spent 10 years being verbally and emotionally abused by my parents - and I'm just now beginning to function normally.
17. Up until last year I couldn't cook to save my life. Then I swear some magical switch turned on and I became all domestic.
18. I hate waking up and not knowing what time it is. A clock nearby is a must.
19. I've developed insomnia lately.
20. Every few months if I haven't been to New York somewhat recently I start getting antsy and planning trips in my head - even if they don't come to fruition because I'm broke when I want to go. This is why I could go once a month for the next 10 years and still have things to cross off my list of places I want to go.

Oh hey, what do you know, that actually went pretty easily :)

Pondering. A rant.

What do you do when you want to rip the balls off of a friend's boyfriend because he was an abusive little piece of shit to another friend?

Apparently there's some sort of gathering that the ladies are planning, however if that douchenozzle is showing up, I really want nothing to do with it.

Of course I'm sure his ex will be with me on skipping this one. I feel bad for her, because of course they invite her and then put her in the awkward position. I understand you love him and whatever, but you don't need to bring him everywhere and especially not to places the other friend is invited. Have some brains, really.

I hope M finally comes to her senses and kicks his pansy ass to the curb, but I hope it doesn't take him abusing her to do it.

30 Day Blogging Discipline.

Someone I follow on Twitter, @LittleMsP posted this on her blog today. If you've been around for a while, you may remember I tried doing something like this before - and I failed miserably and gave up maybe 10 posts in. I'm still a sucker for these sorts of things though, and I'm doing pretty good with a "Photo-a-Day" on Facebook. So, I think it'll go better this time. Plus, it will be a nice break from all the recipe crap I've been posting, right? ;)

Honestly, I think I'm probably going to do a chunk of them and queue them for posting if I start getting lax about it - but I would like to discipline myself to actually write these everyday...and not half-ass it either. Also, unlike the other people this came from, I'm going to try to stick to it and not deviate from the sequence, because like I said, I want to discipline myself to do this everyday.

Here's the list:

1. List 20 random facts about yourself. 
2. Describe 3 legitimate fears you have and explain how they became fears. 
3. Describe your relationship with your parents. 
4. List 10 things you would tell your 16 year-old self, if you could. 
5. What are the 5 things that make you most happy right now? 
6. What is the hardest thing you have ever experienced? 
7. What is your dream job, and why? 
8. What are 5 passions you have? 
9. List 10 people who have influenced you and describe how. 
10.  Describe your most embarrassing moment. 
11.  Describe 10 pet peeves you have. 
12.  Describe a typical day in your current life. 
13. Describe 5 weaknesses you have. 
14.  Describe 5 strengths you have. 
15. If you were an animal, what would you be and why? 
16. What are your 5 greatest accomplishments? 
17. What is the thing you most wish you were great at? 
18. What has been the most difficult thing you have had to forgive? 
19. If you could live anywhere, where would it be and why? 
20. Describe 3 significant memories from your childhood. 
21. If you could have one superpower, what would it be and what would you do with it first? 
22. Where do you see yourself in 5 years? 10 years? 15 years? 
23.  List your top 5 hobbies and why you love them. 
24.  Describe your family dynamic of your childhood vs. your family dynamic now. 
25. If you could have dinner with anyone in history, who would it be and what would you eat? 
26. What popular notion do you think the world has most wrong? 
27. What is your favorite part of your body and why? 
28. What is your love language? 
29. What do you think people misunderstand most about you? 
30. List 10 things you would hope to be remembered for.

A couple of these I think I've addressed in some capacity before - although I'm not sure if those posts have been purged. A few just make me uncomfortable looking at them because I know they're going to suck donkey balls to write (Like #3), and others, at first glance, I'm drawing blanks at what the hell to write for them.

Expect the first post tomorrow though :)

It's 2:00 Monday Afternoon. Of course:

Music Monday: Linkin Park & Jay-Z - Izzo/In The End

Yesterday, the BF got his desktop computer with all his music up and running after being reduced to using his laptop for 4 months. He spent the day playing lots of Gorillaz, Jamiroquai, and Wax - and the Collision Course mashup album of Linkin Park and Jay-Z. As I've said before, Jay-Z is one of the few rappers I like, and I did always like this song.

I Made Butterbeer. No, really.

I love Harry Potter. I always have. However,  I blame Pinterest for this streak of genius though. Someone pinned a recipe for Highly Alcoholic Butterbeer, which I wanted to make. Of course, thanks to Connecticut's blue laws, I couldn't exactly go out and procure the vodka and butterscotch schnapps required today. (Yeah, you can't buy liquor at the store on Sunday in Connecticut - yet you can go to a bar and get trashed. I never have or will understand that logic - although if the Governor gets his way, that law will go the way of the dodo soon enough)

I googled some non-alcoholic recipes, and I chose one that wasn't complicated as all hell or too much like diabetes in a cup. (So the 2nd one on the linked page.) Better yet, they even purport that this is pretty close to what they sell at the Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios in Florida - which actually has JK Rowling's stamp of approval. I can't vouch for the validity of this statement, because as a broke pharmaceutical grunt worker, a trip to Universal isn't exactly within my budget. However...it turned out good.

I couldn't find IBC Cream Soda at the grocery store, which pissed me off as they had every other flavor of IBC under the sun. I picked up some Virgil's cream soda, and I think it's a pretty good substitute. I would have went with Jones', but their cream soda is clear. Other than that, I stuck to the recipe.

Non-Alcoholic Butterbeer - Makes 2 Servings

• 2 Bottles of Cream Soda - preferably IBC because that stuff's good. Either way, don't cheap out and don't get the clear stuff.
• 1/3 Cup of heavy cream
• 2 Tablespoons of regular sugar
• 1 Tablespoon confectioner/powdered sugar
• 1 Teaspoon Vanilla Extract

Put everything except the soda in a bowl and whisk it together. Set aside. Pour soda into glasses/mugs - leave space at the top if your glass is about the same size or less of the contents of the bottles of soda. Layer the cream mixture on top of the soda (This part was annoying for me, but I suppose if you're a Starbucks barista used to spooning milk foam onto lattes it would be cake - so I kinda just poured it in) and let the soda carbonate the foam and be sure to keep an eye on the glass to make sure the cream foam doesn't spill over. One of the glasses I made puffed up a little too much and made me nervous, but no spillage, thankfully.

After that, enjoy :)

Om Nom, Butterbeer.

Music Monday - MOAR SKRILLEX

Yeah. I still haven't kicked my newfound addiction to Skrillex. I dare you to not get the beat stuck in your head.

Stupid Things I Ponder at 2AM

I wonder how many recipe pins on my boards on Pinterest were pinned by dumbasses who pinned only the picture - not the page the recipe is on, or something similarly stupid.

I guess I'll never know until I go back and look at my recipe board, and find a broken pin when I want to make something awesome.

Space filling photo of my recipe board.

Le sigh.

PS: if you have no idea what Pinterest is, read this. And also let me know if you want an invite :)

9 Year Old Redneck Freak Out...and Twitter stuff.

I was raised in a household whose only sporting interest was Nascar. I've been to a race in Delaware. I get it. I'm basically a closet northern redneck.

Don't ask me how I wasn't following sooner, but I literally just followed my childhood favorite driver on Twitter this week...after expressing my shock that he still actually races. So tonight, I see that he's retweeting a shitload of people. I decide to try my luck and throw him a mention, see if I get a retweet, reply, or god forbid, a follow. (Hey, it worked with Teresa from Real Housewives of New Jersey, okay? I'm serious.)

See, Teresa does follow me :) [Click pic to enlarge]

Oh, I get even better than a reply or follow.

I got a friggin DM.

Cue my 9 year old self shitting a brick right now.

So anyway. I literally had my 9 year old self's dream come true tonight. I remember going to the race in Delaware, and the track being one that Mark Martin owned face at. I hoped he would win, and according to this chart, he did. I remember being super excited about that - and not so super excited about my mom accidentally on purpose dumping a beer on me because I told her that her driver was bad.

That said, I think that makes him the most "famous" response I've gotten from a celebrity on Twitter. Spencer and Heidi were following me at one point, in addition to Teresa from RHONJ, I'm also followed by    the Hoff himself, David Hasselhoff, as well as Charlie Sheen's sane brother, Emilio Estevez (aka the jock from the Breakfast Club) and I've gotten replies and a retweet from Jen Bunney from the Hills - yeah, this one..., and Pete Wentz looked at a picture I posted - I miss the days of TweetPhoto, which showed you who looked at your shit - and Joe from Fall Out Boy replied to me once.

Who's your most famous twitter follower? Who's the most famous person you've gotten a reply (or DM) from?

This spoke to me :)

Well, if there's one thing I pride myself on, it's my tendency to be extremely opinionated.