Fire up sports fans, because this week I'll be featuring sporty, athletic-y ads! Think of the fun punballs we can toss around! This commercial puts a new spin on Air Jordan! MJ's never heard of "bacon neck"- he thinks it's just bull. What's MJ drinking? Could it be Red Bull? Whatever it is, he needs something to dunk in it.
Funny, right? But it makes me hungry for some dang bacon. Sizzle sizzle, pop pop! Speaking of bacon, I was bakin' earlier today, and made chocolate chip cookies with a secret ingredient.... chickpeas. I know it sounds gross, but they were surprisingly good. Here's a picture- they look normal, right? Honestly, they taste good too! Thank you Deceptively Delicious- you truly are deceptive!
I made it through Friday the 13th in one piece! It had its ups and downs- let me just highlight one up and one down for you: Up: Um, did you flipping SEE who commented on my post yesterday?!? Caroline Leavitt!!! The author of Girls In Trouble, one of the books I recommended a while back. Her visit to Ad Bits made my whole day! I'm not sure how she stumbled upon my little blog, but I am insanely pumped. Of course, I am now ultra-aware of my all over the place writing style, my character building (i.e. there is none), and my foreshadowing, allusions, and symbolism (again, I got nothin'). I get inexplicably starstruck around authors. Someday I'll tell you all about my attending the Decatur Book Festival, where I made such witty comments as, "Oh, right! Nothing like a baby's butt!" (that was directed toward Chuck Klosterman, who was very kind and patient as I waxed poetic about my kid's hiney). Another doozie was: "Do you remember me? Or am I not a person of significance?" (then I laughed loudly because I was trying to make a joke about something the author said in his talk- I got quite the pitiful look). So ramble, ramble, babble, babble- authors intimidate me, but I'm still happy to see them stopping by my blog!
Down: Jim had to kick the girls and I out of the house for a while because he was doing some crazy, messy project involving insulation and we needed to be out of the way. The girls and I were starving so we headed to Burger King. I'm not wild about BK, but desperate appetites call for desperately fast food. The meal was successful (after a lovely family gave up the only high chair in the place for us). Molly choked and spit her lemonade across the table at me; Adrienne learned how to clink cups and do "cheers". Just another meal in the life. Afterward I stopped for gas and then grabbed for my phone, and grabbed again, and again. No phone. It was immediately clear my phone was wrapped up in our greasy, salty, ketchupy napkins and sitting in the BK garbage. Um. Oops. I was too humiliated to go back for it so my ahhhhhhmazing husband went back for me. Ah, well. If that's the best Friday the 13th can do then it's wussier than I thought!
Naturally, I've got a BK commercial for us to enjoy today (and bonus! the creepy-a** king isn't in it!)
Don't be scared by this title; today's commercial is not actually going to make you cry because you are a sane, stable blog reader. I, however, am a spastic, wimpy, Type A personality about some stuff, lover of commercials. And cookies. If you've been to my house you know I am not Type A-ish about say, housekeeping. But I do have a desperate need to make my daughters the best of friends. I want them to someday have wet-their-pants laughing so hard conversations about well... wetting their pants from laughing so hard. I want them to have unique interests, but mutual beliefs. When they go to college I want them to know each other's class schedules and call one another every day to discuss school, parties, and homesickness (because they will be very, very homesick, right? Right?!).
These are lofty goals, but I know it's feasible because my parents somehow (unbeknownst to us at the time!) forced my brother, sister, and I into best frienddom. Even now though, it is with great reluctance we would share (let alone give up) the last cookie. I want to raise daughters who love each other enough to offer up the last beloved cookie.
Molly had her first dentist appointment today! Her Mommy is scared spitless (so to speak) of going to the dentist, but I must have succeeded in not projecting that fear because she was pumped to be in (what I used to think was) the scariest chair on earth. Admittedly, I would not be such a wimp if I was babied the way these kids are. Truly, I was at a floss for words; the office was a kid's dream- complete with an aquarium, touch screen video games, a train that ran around the ceiling, and a magic mirror in which the tooth fairy appeared when you knocked! I wouldn't lie about this- it's the honest tooth. I tried to make an appointment for myself, but the receptionist (who bore an uncanny resemblance to a fairy godmother) seemed to think I was joking. Honestly, I wanted to stick around and not brush out of there.
Leave it to Axe to have a comical, semi-dirty dentist commercial. Even funnier because the dentist is such a babyface! I left my last dentist because they brought in a guy who was my age to work on my teeth. I'm no spring chicken, but I prefer a much more seasoned man working on my mouth, thank you very much. (Yes, I realize how very wrong that sounded...)
Ohmygoodness! It is a lucky day! I just received my very first blog award from Tina at The Floundering SAHM. Thank you so so much! It totally made my day Tina! Here's a look readers:
Cool, huh? Here are the responsibilities that come along with the award:
1. Thank the person who gave you the award. (Of course! Thank you again dear Floundering SAHM)
2. List 7 things about yourself. (oh dear, I'll be careful not to humiliate myself too badly)
3. Pass on the award to bloggers you've recently discovered. (Official rules say 15, but I minimized- this is not an award to be given willy-nilly!)
Ok, here are my 7 things:
1. I slept with a giant, purple hippo until I was 24.
2. I was a sorority girl! DeeGees 4eva!
3. I'm a total teeny-bopper. I have Miley Cyrus and The Jonas Brothers on my mp3 player (along with my more respectable BEP and Aerosmith).
4. My all-time favorite book is Little Women.
5. I love Boggle. (what was that I was saying about not humiliating myself?)
6. I actually did not major in versatile blog writing in college, but English and Communication. So this is quite a surprise for me!
7. Back in the day I was a ballerina and a figure skater, but my favorite sport is the much more contact-y hockey.
I am passing the VBA on to the following (in no particular order):
What is this? Why yes, it is my 200th post as a matter of fact! I feel like I should do something fun to celebrate. Let's brainstorm... how do I normally celebrate things? Well, eating of course. I guess I could make a cake, but that's not much fun for you guys. Here's the next best thing I guess- a recipe for a cake! What's next? Music and dancing! I've got just the commercial for us today! But I still feel like we're missing something.... ah! Yes, that's it- a stupid pun. We're missing a pun. See below (if you dare). There! Celebration complete!
Lemon Cream Cake
1/2 c vegetable shortening
1 c white sugar
3 eggs
1 tsp lemon juice
2 tsp grated lemon peel
2 c white flour
3 1/2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
1 c sour cream
Preheat oven to 350. Grease and lightly flour two 9 in. round cake pans. Beat all ingredients together for several minutes until smooth. Bake for approximately 20-30 mins. or until a toothpick comes out clean. Do not overcook. Cool completely before frosting. Lemon Buttercream Frosting
1/2 c butter, softened
4 c confectioners' sugar
4-5 tbsp lemon juice
Cream the butter and sugar. Add lemon juice one tablespoon at a time until desired consistency is achieved. Add a few drops of yellow food coloring if you like.
