Whether we had a slight cough and cold or a full out mucus filled nose, the solution to every ailment or illness, at least as far as our mothers were concerned, was chicken noodle soup. Yes, you know it’s true. Don’t deny it, we’ve all eaten it at least once, whether you actually like it or not. I personally wasn’t a big fan of this dish. My grandmother would always pop open that Campbell’s can, pour it in a pot, warm it up and serve it to me “fresh.” However, I found it just to be a it too salty for my taste, so I tried to avoid eating the broth at all costs. Now, thankfully, I think I may have found a solution to my problem. Perhaps, it wasn’t just chicken soup in general I disliked maybe it was just the people who made it! I mean who says chicken noodle soup has to be so generic? There are so many ways to make it and so many different styles……….mmmmmmmmmmmmm……….a new favorite food???? Maybe. Follow the link below and see all the yummy and different ways to make this universal cure.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
QAin't Love Grand....Uh, no its not..................
One thing that I can say abouyt me that hasn’t changed since colege is how easily I fall. I mean really, it’s simply pathetic. A guy can give me one warm delightful smile and I’m done! Cooked like a Thanksgiving Turkey ready to serve. Of course, my readers I do not want you to think I’m like tghose movie college girls who fall in bed with anyoone, beause that’s just grossn and I don’t do that. No offense, don;’t want to judeg anyone, but that’s just how I feel. So when I say easy know that I mean I fall for a guy easily not into his bed, thank you. Anyway, yes so I fall easily and I think it is a horrible habit. The worst part of it is that its like a slow build up. First, I’ll just think about him occasionaly here and there. Than, he’ll shoot me another smile and my heart starts toflutter. Before you know it I’m sighing when he walks by…….like literally sighing. No joke. Sometimes I feel like one of those swooning women in those black in white movie who fall for the hot hero guy only to have their hearts broken in the end when he goes off to fight in the war and dies. I know…….I’m tragic. Finally, my head is so polluted with thoughts of affection and love that I become brazen in my actions. No, I don’t start stalking him or naything like that. I do little things like spend just a bit more time talking with him than anyone else, accidentally let my foot brush against his, like everyhting on his fb page…….okay maybe not the last what but the point is I start to show my affections and when he doesn’t respond back in the way I hoped ( which he never does) I’m left feeling worst than a sack of potatoes. Yeah, I feel less like a sack of potatoes and more like a sack of shit! that’s the exact description…aw my love life….is what I have even a love life though? Like really, can anyone call pathetically swooning over men a liove life? No, I don’t think they can. Well, to sum this all up, UI’ll probablky end up heart bvroken again, but despit this fact I never can stop myself from falling. Next blog I’ll update you on the exact deatils of my current situationa nd the outcome. Until then my readers, avoi!
Monday, September 5, 2011
Hich School Never Ends
So, Bowling for Soup was right! High school never ends! I like most naive fools thought that somehow college would be different than high school. People would be more mature, social clicks would be a thing of the past, everyone would get along and we’d all poop out rainbows and chocolate chip cookies right? Mmmm,how wrong I was. First people have definitely not matured by a ling shot. Guys still snicker at middle school jokes about butts and farts, most girls are still superficial and cover themselves with loads of makeup thinking it makes them look better when in actuality it makes them look like a clown did their make up after they had been in a car crash. Intense right? yeah, I know. Anyway, social clicks are still strong and pumping. recently, I made a friend who happened to be a jock. You know, we were just so good of friends when he happened to see me in the hallway and no one was around to here his cheery “Hey!”, but as soon as his cave men friends appeared suddenly I was some sort of stranger…………………so confident. So I have came to the conclusion that high school never does end, but I want to know what you guys think! Does it ever end or will it forever torment us?
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