Cronut Crack

9 Feb

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I screwed up.  I screwed up bad, yo.  Yesterday I slithered through the Dunkin Donuts drive-thru for an iced coffee and saw that they had croissant donuts on the menu.  So I was like, “Don’t mind if I do!”  And I did.  Oh did I ever.  I know, I know.  I’m a little late to the party.  I mean, they’ve been around for what….4 years now?

Now ya’ll know I make fake pastries and sell them on the internets…so I was already aware of Dominique Ansel’s Bakery in New York.  (I try to use real food as inspiration.)  But somehow I totally missed the fact that he’s the one who actually invented the Cronut.  I vaguely remember seeing something on the Today Show about long lines trying to get some donut hybrid thing, but I didn’t pay much attention.  I don’t do chatty early morning talk shows. Also, I try to stay away from fads until they are no longer fads.

But I’m here to tell you right now this very moment that I am unequivocally addicted to the Dunkin Donut Boston Kreme Croissant Donut like a squirrel on smack.  This morning I went creeping up in there like a Ninja.  They totally remembered me.  I’m like that crackhead that circles around the block and comes back trying to act like he someone else.  Only I’m not someone else.  I’m just an aging woman with a bad back and no shame.

My kid can never find out about this.  Like ever.

 

5th Grade Lunch Bag Countdown: 66 More Days

9 Feb

You know those Exceptional Blog awards that go around?  They should have one for Slacker Blogs.  I’d totally win that thing.  So since a tornado kicked me out of my house for a few months, I’ve fallen behind on the whole lunch bag countdown thang.  Priorities.

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Albany Strong

27 Jan

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I know, I know.  I’ve been MIA for the past few months.  I’ve got the stereotypical excuse of, “I’ve been busy.”  Lame.

But then something happened here where I live in Albany, Georgia.  On January 2nd my family crouched in the hallway while our home and the homes surrounding us were completely obliterated by a tornado and straight line winds of 95 mph.  I don’t really have the words to describe the sound.  The closest thing I can compare it to was the sound of a huge train slamming on it’s brakes before it began tearing up homes.  No one in our community was prepared for what we saw when the sun rose the next day.  The landscape of our entire neighborhood had been forever altered. 100 year old pine trees were uprooted and thrown through houses and laying across yard and streets.

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We were shell shocked to learn that it would be several months before we could get back into our home.  For some of our neighbors, it was even worse.  Their houses had to be completely gutted and it’ll be close to a year before they move back home.   But in the midst of this tragedy, something beautiful happened.  My faith in humanity was restored as I watched my community and town come together to help one another in a way that’s indescribable.

That community help continued through sub-zero temperatures while the majority of people had no electricity.  My home still doesn’t have power, and won’t until electrical lines are repaired and rebuilt.  Before the magnitude of our devastation could even register, we learned that there were 3 back-to-back severe storm systems that would be following the same path as before. So on January 22nd, we once again crouched in our safe room, terrified at what the news outlets were predicting.  We heard the tornados tearing up the other side of town.  An hour later, the pictures began to show up.  The damage was so much more than the first round of storms on the 2nd.  Then we started hearing about the casualties and the missing people.  As of today, officials are still searching for a missing 2 year old boy who was separated from his mother during the storm.

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We’ve begun the battle of getting FEMA to help us out.  International Crisis Support Teams took one look at our damage and said it was the worst under-reported storm they’d ever seen.  Dougherty County Commission Chairman, Chris Cohilas, has taken up the torch of responsibility and spear-headed the task of getting state and federal leaders to recognize our situation.  He had this to say:

“This has been called by one of the national charities who have responded as the most under-reported disaster they have ever serviced. It is truly a travesty. News media draws resources and volunteers. We have received some great volunteers, but it is not enough. State resources have been provided (and we are very thankful) but they are inadequate to address our community’s needs. If you have the ability to influence media, and or share this information within your spheres of influence, I would ask that you do so. I serve as the County Commission Chair down here, and I have alot of people who are hurting. It is sad.

Our community has gone to social media and posted photos of the carnage. Those photos have been made publicly available. Search by the hashtags #HelpAlbany. Trust me…you will be blown away. Visit my page Chris Cohilas, Dougherty County Commission Chairman and view the damage and the people’s needs.

This disaster struck everyone, poor, rich, black, white, old, and young. It should be noted that we have some of the poorest people in the country that live here as well. The entire community is hurting. The needs are great and changing every day. If you can find a way to help, please do it. If you serve on a charity, please consider steering it our way. If you can steer media coverage down here, do it. If you are in a position to help, please do. We have an Emergency Management Agency which can help coordinate the delivery of those resources. Please call them at 229.483.6226, 6227, or 6228. They will receive your call and gladly coordinate your kindness.”

#AlbanyStrong
#OneAlbany
#OnlyOneAlbany
#OneGeorgia

 

 

5th Grade Lunch Bag Countdown: 160 More Days

24 Aug

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5th Grade Lunch Bag Countdown: 163 More Days

19 Aug

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Disco Seashells

18 Aug

I’ve always had a hard time saying the word, ‘seashell’.  I tend to say ‘sheshell’ before rapidly correcting myself. If the person I’m speaking to chuckles, this thought immediately runs through my head:

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Anyway, seashells have been piling up around here for the past few years and I’ve been at a loss about how to handle their business.  I mean, I’m not exactly a fan of seashell crafts and bathroom bowls.  Not that there’s anything wrong with those things.  It’s just a personality quirk of mine.  I also have a hard time controlling myself around decorative soap when I’m a guest in someone else’s home.  The sight of stamped soap balls  all nestled in a glass dish make me want to immediately soil my hands so I can furiously scrub them with the fancy soap balls.

Back to the sheshells.  (I totally just accidentally misspelled that word and I’m not correcting it to prove my point.)  I blame that song, ‘Disco Inferno’ for my irresponsibility and lack of remorse when it comes to glitter.  Seriously.  You give me some Mod Podge and flocking glitter and I’ll make it look like Elton John moved in.  All over the place.

So putting glitter on seashells should be no surprise to anyone; however, I’ll deny that I had anything to do with glitter being all over my kid’s homework.  Like I said.  Irresponsible.  You know that look people get when they come face to face with a resident of crazy town?  That’s how my daughter looked at me when I proudly showed her my day’s work.  Like side-eyeing Chloe.

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Her look became even more concerned when I started laughing so hard that tears were coming out. I totally amuse myself.  Like when I slightly edited this Chloe pic to make her look less concerned and more disgusted.  I laughed so hard that the cat went skidding out of the room.

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The disgusted look came when I said, “Hey man.  Put your ear up to this shell.  You don’t hear the ocean.  You hear disco music.”

Oh c’mon.  That was funny.

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5th Grade Lunch Bag Countdown: 164 More Days

18 Aug

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5th Grade Lunch Bag Countdown: 172 More Days

8 Aug

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5th Grade Lunch Bag Countdown: 176 More Days

2 Aug

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4th Grade Lunch Bag Countdown: Zip Zero Nada!

22 May

I have been so hammered with work over the past month that I’ve neglected to post the bag pics.  I know, I know.  I’m like the worst blogger EVER.  Anyway….here’s the wrap up.  Now I have to find something else to do this summer .

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