So in a moment of insanity and after much hullabaloo by the store manager who loves me I agreed to take on a second job at Pappa John’s! I know, I know, I literally don’t have time to wipe my ass anymore so I shouldn’t really be flouncing into another paycheck but I figure what the heck?

The Hotness’s daughter works there and they love her, and they love me so it’s gonna be good. Management has agreed to work with my hectic schedule and even though I’m making only half of what my “real job” pays it’ll be nice to have a few extra dollars every couple weeks.

Mind you, I’ve had to totally re-think my schedule and it’s actually a good thing because now I can shift around projects and family to make all of this a little easier on me. Now, I have yet to fit school into this little clusterfuck I call a life so we’ll see how that turns out, but I think I can swing all of this shit…

I hope.

Anywhoot, enough about my retarded spur of the moment decisions…earn yourself some karma points and free shit by visiting TrueLemon and requesting a free sample of their crystallized lemon substitute. Why you ask? Well for every person that requests a free sample of their goods they send 10 packets of TrueLemon to the troops in Iraq and Afghanistan!

Pretty nice of them eh? I know for a fact those folks drink a LOT of water over there and eventually they’ve got to be sick to death of it’s taste. So go get it here and then pat yourself on the back for brining some lemony goodness to our brave men and women

I’m a lazy bitch in the kitchen, if I don’t have to do much of anything and still get a tasty meal out of it then I’m game. This usually includes eating things out of boxes, bags, cans and microwavable cardboard cartons. Thankfully, The Hotness does most of the cooking for us — he doesn’t quite share the same penchant I do for fast food.

But I digress. This year I’ve made it a personal goal to at least attempt to cook meals that require more involvement than just “set Power Level to High”. So, that being said…

Got any recipes that you’ve made that actually taste good?

I don’t know what the fuck rock I’ve been living under for like the last year but I missed the invention of coffee flavored gum! Maria brought me home a pack yesterday for my inspection and to get my thoughts on the whole matter.

After careful consideration of the package, taste, consistency and color all I really think of the whole hullabaloo is:

I chew gum to get rid of coffee breath. Why the fuck would I want to intentionally get it by chewing gum? Not to mention it’s brown. Brown gum. Ew.

*shrug*

The Hotness and I are self-proclaimed “blue-collar-coffee-snobs”, we don’t “do” pre-ground but we can’t really afford to dish the cash for Starbucks everyday so we concoct our java at home. But more importantly –like most people– we positively must have our morning cuppa joe in order to function normally throughout the day. So we were both pretty stoked to find out about a coffee company named Boca Java that was looking for bloggers to review its cool new blog-themed coffee collection titled “Bloggers Fuel“. This collection sports catchy packaging and even catchier blend names like: Bloggers Boot Up Blend, Late Night Login, Bloggers Beach Blast, Blogs of Bravery, New Media Mavericks, and Bloggers PJ Passion.

Last night The Hotness and I drove up to Scottsdale to visit his brother and a couple of buddies from “back in the day” who had flown in for a visit. Now, let me try and help you picture the brother and friends….all these’s boys are from Brooklyn and they are…shall I say…pretty big, Brooklyn-accented, tough lookin’ dudes. I felt like I was smack dab in the middle of a Soprano’s episode.

Eventually the topic of dinner came up. I was excitedly expecting suggestions of “a’Pizza Pie” or a good Italian restaurant (yeah I watch too much t.v. ok?). Boy fuckin’ howdy I was surprised when one of ‘em suggested Sushi. I was waiting for an uproar to come from the others, maybe a silencer or two to be pulled out, but was flat out shocked when they all readily agreed.

So shocked in fact that I completely forgot for a moment the minor detail that I really hate fuckin’ sushi. A lot. I was raised a meat and potatoes kinda girl and sushi…just…no. Tried it twice, was grossed out twice, decided it just wasn’t my bag. But standing in a room with 3 guys who could talk loud enough to rattle the windows and who quite possibly had brass knuckles tucked away in their carry-on luggage didn’t rouse me to any action of protest.

We. Were. Going. For. Sushi. Period.

Next thing you know we’re all loaded up into a brand-spankin’-new glossy black Dodge Charger…a rather ominous looking car if you ask me, and we’re zipping down Scottsdale Blvd. After parking we all start walking down the little boardwalk thingy. You know when you’re walking down the sidewalk and someone’s walking toward you and not moving causing you to move out of their way? We didn’t have to do that. They moved out of ours…fast. I could almost hear that song “The Boys are Back in Town” playing somewhere off in the distance.
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