Remember this? It's time for another (late) edition of Encyclopedia of ME!
Here we go- two posts in ONE day!!
D.
This one's obvious: Disposable Income
If you don't one of these vaults, you're kidding me, and yourself. I want to have so much money that I literally DON'T know what to do with it (so I can buy these and this and this and this. But not this.)
DONUTS. I've been doing the 4 Hour Body since Christmas and that includes one cheat day a week. Every week since I've started, I've stopped by the Giant to get a glazed creme filled donut. It's SOOOO much better than the powdered ones- so good that if I don't get there by noon, they're GONE. That pic looks dirty.
Things that are DARK: chocolate, roasted coffee. And putting them together? Awesome.
Dip. I don't feel the need to explain.
E.
Expletives. If I don't watch it, I find myself cursing like a truck driver. In my years of teaching and coaching, I've found that there's nothing like a well-placed cuss word to act as an exclamation point. Arguing with my husband? Throw a dick-neck in there- point gets made. La-la-la-la-love fuggin cussin'.
Extra. That is, people who are extra. I call them professors. I have no patience for them. They're extra. You asked for the weather? They tell you that they really never know because of global warming. They usually play the name-dropper game. It's that person who knows it all and wants to give you an excruciatingly detailed lecture about it...usually, they sit behind me at a baseball game, are a fan for the opposing team and talk about why their team is actually better...even though they're losing. 
Education. I'm a teacher. I've come to grips that no matter what I do, I'm most comfortable teaching.
Food that holds other food- again, I don't think I need to explain (does anyone see why I need to be on a very restrictive diet?
UPDATE:
We got a sleeve of cookies AND a CD/DVD of Sharpay's Fabulous Adventure. Jealous?
Here we go- two posts in ONE day!!
D.
This one's obvious: Disposable Income
If you don't one of these vaults, you're kidding me, and yourself. I want to have so much money that I literally DON'T know what to do with it (so I can buy these and this and this and this. But not this.)
Things that are DARK: chocolate, roasted coffee. And putting them together? Awesome.
Dip. I don't feel the need to explain.
E.
Expletives. If I don't watch it, I find myself cursing like a truck driver. In my years of teaching and coaching, I've found that there's nothing like a well-placed cuss word to act as an exclamation point. Arguing with my husband? Throw a dick-neck in there- point gets made. La-la-la-la-love fuggin cussin'.
Extra. That is, people who are extra. I call them professors. I have no patience for them. They're extra. You asked for the weather? They tell you that they really never know because of global warming. They usually play the name-dropper game. It's that person who knows it all and wants to give you an excruciatingly detailed lecture about it...usually, they sit behind me at a baseball game, are a fan for the opposing team and talk about why their team is actually better...even though they're losing. 
Education. I'm a teacher. I've come to grips that no matter what I do, I'm most comfortable teaching. F.
Food that holds other food- again, I don't think I need to explain (does anyone see why I need to be on a very restrictive diet? (cue Oprah) Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaavorite thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiingsssss-
Todd and I are going to see the View Monday. I really, really hope they're giving away trips to Hawaii (or even a sleeve of cookies...) I just want to WIN something.
UPDATE:
We got a sleeve of cookies AND a CD/DVD of Sharpay's Fabulous Adventure. Jealous?
Comments
If I had the scrooge mcduck money vault- I would buy a mini giraffe from the direct TV commercials.