I refuse to give up my fruit roll ups

Today marks the day when I refuse to buy crap at the grocery store. No, not the manure outside. (which I wont buy anyways)

I mean chips, cookies, candies, packaged dinners of most kinds and other various culprits that seem to without reserve jump into my shopping cart when my head is turned searching for the highest fiber cereal I can find. Sure, when I say highest fiber I am lying to you....and while you were shaking your head and waving your finger at me I snuck a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a box of Fruit Loops into my cart.
Hey, they were on sale! And unfortunately on sale has beat out healthy for a LONG time.

I think its time to turn the tables on sale prices and start to shop smarter. I am positive that I can shave numerous dollars each week and month off of our grocery bill if I shop smarter. I want to eat cleaner, healthier and less often. I have been fueled by sugary morning foods for too long. I am taking a stand against them. As soon as I finish this last box of Raspberry Pop Tarts (the best flavor possible) it is healthy morning foods for me. This sugar in the morning only leads downhill for the rest of my day. Case in point: the entire bag of peppermint patties that I ate yesterday and today. Yup, just one after the other...they are crack.

Now, I will go on record saying that I am not some crazy nazi when it comes to eating smart. I said I wont buy the cookies...I didnt say anything about not making cookies. This actually gives me a chance to try out new recipes from the LARGE binder that I tote around. (sorry about that one babe!) It has become a random obsession of mine to have numerous recipes on hand. I have tons. Tons. TONS. I have cut myself off from printing, copying or any tearing out of recipes until I get my current pile under control.

And there are a few things that I will continue to purchase at the store that are not the healthiest of fare for us. Number one being fruit roll ups. Now I really dont have a number two but I needed to have fruit roll ups on some sort of list so that the man of the house doesnt shake his head at me when I bring home a box from my 'healthier eating' trip to the store. Hopefully if I pull a bag of chips out of the shopping bag he'll forget all about my FRU's. Oh, better yet! I got you a package of runts....oh yeah, that'll make him forget them. Sorry babe, Ive got you all figured out!

And if I have a day when I am in dire need of preservatives and sugary goodness then at least I will have the Scooperman Ice Cream and Swiss Cake Rolls I snuck in my cart when you nodded and believed that I would stop tearing recipes out of magazines and printing them from blogs. Sucker.

It only took a year and a half

As far as moving goes. I think we survived ours quite nicely.

No ER trips.
No car accidents.
No enemies created nor friends lost.
Family bonding time increased during unpacking.

All in all I can easily say that this move is one of the best things that has happened to me in the past year and a half of my life.
(For the man reading this (you know who you are) you are tops on that list)

This house has a beautiful cottage-like exterior with a spacious half acre to roam around on. It is cozy and now I can officially call it home.

I do have a laundry list of items to complete, one of them being...laundry. You dont want me to break out the cowboy boot socks again.

I finally feel somewhat organized, complete, content and at ease. Finally!

its a bitch

No, not life.
Moving.

Moving is a bitch.

I generally have two feelings about moving.
1. I am typically overjoyed to get into the new house/apartment/yurt
2. I am typically overly pissed off that you can't perform the I Dream of Jeanie arm slap with a head nod combo and magically have all of your belongings moved and put away in the new yurt.

This Thursday and Friday bring about moving days for this year for me. I am both overjoyed and overly pissed off about it. Luckily it is not the middle of winter or the middle of summer because anyone who has moved during those times knows the specific forms of frostbite and heatstroke that I fear. But the Gods have smiled upon me and allowed me to move the end of April.

The yurt that my man and I are moving into is a cute and cozy 4 bedroom house in my favorite city in NW Ohio. It is perfect for now and will help us make many more memories over the coming years.

Now comes the bitch of it all...the moving.
In case I'm not around next week its because I'm in hospital dying from broken appendages or because I'm bleeding into my peritoneum. Oh.

Or simply unpacking I guess.

best 3 ending movie ever

If you even have to question which movie is the best 3 ending movie ever then you must be a communist.
Yes.
A communitst.
Because everyone knows that the best 3 ending movie ever is CLUE. It is the perfect murder mystery comedy.

I might add that it is arguably the best movie ever, no matter the number of endings it delights us with.

Where else can you live out a board game in a movie? I challenge anyone to find a movie made from a board game that rivals CLUE in any fashion.

Don't bother.
It cannot be found because it is impossible.

So many memorable movie quotes come straight from CLUE.
And do I even need to mention that I want house with secret passage ways? No, dont think I do. Because after we see this movie we realize that we all do.
Talk about a killer hide and go seek game.

I could go on and on about the perfection that is CLUE. Instead I will leave you all with a small collection of quotes that to those in the know about this miracle of a movie...it will leave you all in stitches.

Mrs. White
"Yes, I did it, I killed Yvette. I hated her, so much... That... it... it... flam - flames. Flames, on the side of my face, heaving... breath - , heaving breaths. Heaving breath..."

Singing Telegram Girl
Da da da da da da! I, am, your singing telegram...! (this tune is such an ear worm)

Mr. Green (who is actually not a fruit)
Well, I had to stop her screaming.

Wadsworth
The game's up, Scarlet. There are no more bullets left in that gun.
Miss Scarlet
Oh, come on, you don't think I'm gonna fall for that old trick?
Wadsworth
It's not a trick. There was one shot at Mr. Boddy in the Study; two for the chandelier; two at the Lounge door and one for the singing telegram.
Miss Scarlet
That's not six.
Wadsworth
One plus two plus two plus one.
Miss Scarlet
Uh-uh, there was only one shot that got the chandelier. That's one plus two plus *one* plus one.
Wadsworth
Even if you were right, that would be one plus one plus two plus one, not one plus *two* plus one plus one.
Miss Scarlet
Okay, fine. One plus two plus one... Shut up! The point is, there is one bullet left in this gun and guess who's gonna get it!

And no, it is not a quote...but who can forget watching Mrs. Peacock totally checking out Yvonne's boobage in the maids uni?
But I leave you with my parting words of........

I'm going home to sleep with my wife

See, everyone likes marshmallows

To my very good friend who thinks I may be a bit too overboard for my love of these sugary, mushy treats...I present her (and the rest of you of course) with a blog we all know and love with a baking challenge to create a marshmallow cupcake. 52 bakers of all sorts thought this was worth it. I do too. Thank you Cupcake Hero. Thank you.

http://slush.wordpress.com/2008/04/09/marshmallow-cupcake-hero-style/

John Arbuckle

Who would have guessed that when you remove Garfield from the Garfield comic strips, the result is an even better comic about schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, and the empty desperation of modern life?

Friends, meet Jon Arbuckle. Let’s laugh and learn with him on a journey deep into the tortured mind of an isolated young everyman as he fights a losing battle against loneliness in a quiet American suburb. (this text taken straight from the Garfield minus Garfield site...it was too perfect to ignore!)

You may find it...here:

http://garfieldminusgarfield.tumblr.com/

Please visit this site and you'll see what a sad, sad man John Arbuckle really is.

Here are a few of my favorites

The best 15 or so friends a girl could have

Do you have them?

That group of friends that is an eclectic mix of beauty, brains, marrieds, singles, moms, self proclaimed nerds, prom queens, and tomboys?

I do.

I have an extremely diverse group of friends.
No. I dont see them everyday. I dont even talk to them everyday.

But I know they are there. They share in my joy. My pain. My jokes and my stories.

They are the definition of amazing. They are truly the best group I could have ever found myself in. Each of us has our own strength. Our own weakness.
But we are there to provide support to each other. And that support is what drives us.
Someone is always available.

We are the type of group that can do anything. Yup. Anything.

Like....we could make a funky band together....

We are a very philenthropic group. We have yet to add the tutu's of course. But you can spot us with our bows. Bedazzled bows.

We could have an outdoor picnic. Im not sure we would be as stylish as these folks, but I know that we would have just as much fun as them. Doesnt it look like they are having tons of fun? Of course it does. Whenever anyone pulls out a guitar I always feel the need to throw my arms over my head and go crazy! Do any of you play the geetar?

We are a group who loves sappy girly movies. Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants is a staple. It is a big screen version of our friendship. We are all different and may not always be together. But we have always got each others back. I dont think we could share pants though. There are too many of us. And with the price of stamps going up next month....well, I think we're better off without.

You girls are the best. You know who you are.

So Ill leave you all with part of our secret handshake. Thats right. Jazz hands. Obviously these people need guidance and have not yet participated in our jazz hands clinic. Maybe they arent the best example.

Okay. These people better show you the type of jazz hands we are capable of doing. We provide show-stopping jazz hands. Show fucking stopping.

Dinner out please

Has it really been a week since I posted something noteworthy on my blog? The answer is most obviously: yes.
I can't even think of something fun and excited that I did this past week.

Oh! Yes, I thought of it.

Saturday afternoon I visited the Shorty's true american roadhouse location on Monroe Street.
It was my first visit to Shorty's in general and I was rather excited to try some amazing bbq.

Their menu is great! To start with I had the Memphis Egg Rolls
https://www.mancys.com/shortys/starter.html
Hands down the best fucking thing I have eaten at a BBQ joint. EVER.

For dinner I had their Carolina Pulled Pork Sandwich
https://www.mancys.com/shortys/sandwiches.html
It comes out sans BBQ sauce but they have two selections on your table for you. Their 'normal' and their 'spicy'. After a small taste test I chose the spicy and thuroughily soaked my pulled pork. It was divine!
I will say that their cole slaw was amazing too! They said that they make everything from scratch that is served in their restaurant. So not only was it tasty it was made in house. Always a bonus.

The waitress twisted my arm and MADE me have dessert. I had the Simply Great Bread Pudding.
https://www.mancys.com/shortys/desserts.html
In my opinion....it was decent. I can make better. So this was an eh point in the meal for me.

But it is well worth it to visit your local Shorty's restaurant and enjoy some BBQ!!