Happy Saturday, everyone! I’m typing this at a much earlier hour than I normally wake but I’m not tired. Thank God for small miracles! I’ve had my steaming cup of coffee and didn’t have to worry about spilling it on a little head, or worse, worry about little hands dumping my coffee all over the [...]
Jan 112013
Hey-ho, Everyone! I, (Summer) am going to turn the keyboard over to The Workaholic today, because we’re talking about one of HIS favorite things: Iced Coffee. I’d like to preface this article with the following: This man’s main indulgence is coffee creamer. There, I said it. He drinks sugar in the morning. Every morning. But seriously? Have you seen the size of his waist? It’s like 10.25″ around. NOT. FAIR. So I don’t harp on him too much. But when I DO find the opportunity to feed him something with less sugar in it, it’s a good thing. And we like good things here, don’t we? Well, I found a much better thing for him, and it’s coming soon to a….OH HECK, I’ll let him tell you.
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I’m not supposed to show you this picture, but The Mouthy Mistress drinks iced coffee sometimes too. (I generally prefer mine hot with coconut milk and cinnamon). Here she is gulping a glass down before her toning class. Shhhhhhh! Don’t tell her I posted it because I know she’ll kill me. (Or forget to wake you up for work tomorrow.)
I see you, and I know what you’re doing, Workaholic. Yeah, I indulge a little too. WHAT OF IT?
See her goosebumps? I’m laughing too.
So anyways, we got this pretty sweet shipment of International Delight Light Iced Coffee and a blue tumbler. Let me tell you what happens to these tumblers. I drink iced coffee on the way to work every day, and these tumblers pile up in my car. We have 5 or 6 of them, and when I run out of tumblers, I start using our large drinking glasses. Then when I run out of large drinking glasses, I bring the entire stack in when I get home at night, and put them in the sink for The Mouthy Mistress to clean up the next morning. It’s her paybacks for keeping the van such a mess. (It’s true you guys. I’m kind enough to have dinner in the refrigerator for him every night and he doesn’t even have the decency to open the dishwasher. PSH!)
I’ve toned down the sugar in my coffee in the past year, but I do still like to have creamer in my coffee. And I like for it to have sugar in it. I generally think that low calorie coffee creamers, or low calorie anythings for that matter, are really gross so I wasn’t sure how I would like this International Delight Light Iced Coffee.
I woke up the morning after it arrived and was excited to be the first to try it, but The Mouthy Mistress and The Nerd had already torn into the Vanilla flavor, so I opened the Mocha flavor and I was really surprised at how sweet it was. No weird aftertaste. Hm. I checked the ingredients and there weren’t any artificial sweetners in it, just less sugar. I like that, because I really don’t like artificial sweetners.
SO then I was really confused because this stuff was really sweet. The Mouthy Mistress tricked me into changing a nasty cloth diaper, so I set my iced coffee down and got distracted by the toxic waste coming from The Stinky’s butt and completely forgot about the drink sitting on the counter.
I went back for it about 30 minutes later and took a small sip. I realized the ice cubes had melted a little bit and watered it down. It was actually really good and not too sweet that way but it gave me an A-HA! moment.
walmart, light iced coffee, International Delight
I took the bone broth cubes out of our ice cube trays and filled them up with the International Delight Light Iced Coffee Mocha flavor. Why? Well, because every day I make iced coffee, the cubes melt when I pour the coffee over them, and water my coffee down a bit. We like good coffee here, and I want to be able to taste the coffee, not water and creamer. So I figured if I filled my tumbler to the top with ID Light Iced Coffee cubes, that my coffee would melt them and I would get just the right amount of this delicious ready-made Light Iced Coffee, and the coffee that we drink every day! Plus, doing it this way saves me from running through the drive-through of any expensive coffee chain on the way to my fancy job.
I actually got up early the next morning and The Mouthy Mistress had just finished brewing some hot coffee for herself, so I poured the coffee over the ice cubes, and they melted just the way I like them. I had to add a little more International Delight Light Iced Coffee to get it to the sweetness I wanted, but it was a great new way to drink my iced coffee, and I didn’t have to worry about the robust flavor of my coffee being ruined by watery ice cubes. When I add the cubes to my hot coffee, it gives me the perfect blend of creamy, sweet that I am always looking for. This ready-to-drink iced coffee is great on its own, but I prefer it a little coffee’d up. The melting International Delight Light Iced Coffee cubes make a delicious, swirly flavor, and because it is made with 100% premium Arabia coffee, I’m not losing out on any caffeine. And at only 100 calories a serving, who can turn it down?
I wonder how many miles I can get out of this half gallon of creamy iced coffee?
Where can you find it? NOWHERE yet! *evil laughter* But it will be available in your local Walmart store, located in the dairy aisle the week of January 21, 2013. SO print out THIS COUPON and keep your eyes peeled!
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May 092012
I’ve come to the conclusion that my children want me to be fat.
It only makes sense, I mean, why else would they scream like pterodactyls in child care at the YMCA and force the poor, deaf child care workers to come haul me out of a class only 15 minutes in?
Because they like being able to run circles around me.
I mean come on! Doesn’t it make perfect sense to you?
“Mom is fat and can’t keep up with our crazy energy. Man, this ROCKS!”
Upon Mom renewing her Y Membership:
“Balls! Mom’s going to try to get fit again! We can’t let this happen. IF we let this happen, she’ll be able to keep up with us and then we won’t be able to wreak as much havoc on her life, therefore our lives will become increasingly dull and uneventful. No more watching Mom clean food up off of the living room floor while we do back flips off of her forehead while juggling steak knives with one hand!”
They then concoct an evil scheme that works EVERY time.
They scream.
And scream.
AND scream.
AND SCREAM.
while in the care of others so that I cannot work out for longer than 15 minutes….
Until I’m sick and tired of putting in the effort of getting them into the car, taking them out of the car; signing them, kicking and screaming, into the kid fit area, only to get to work out for 15 minutes. That’s JUST long enough to break a sweat.
What’s WITH these people, anyways?! Can’t handle a screaming kid? Then perhaps you’re in the wrong industry.
How the HELL is a mom supposed to have some “me” time if her kids won’t let her out of their sight?
After this happened tonight, my eyes were bulging out of my head in absolute anger, and I wanted to drag them back to the car caveman-style. I refrained from being so barbaric but I really am at my breaking point with these little buttholes.
Don’t they realize that if Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy?
Apr 172012
I have a confession. Those flipping Easter Peeps started chirping my name as soon as the sun broke through the night sky on Easter morning. I was SO good. I told them, “No, Peeps! You stop chirping my name! I don’t want your melty, sugary selves in my bellah, messin’ up my blood sugar mojo!”
Then came the day that we drove back to Savannah. I caved. I thought, “Just one.”
You’re laughing, aren’t you?
Two rows of yellow and pink Easter Peeps, made by Just Born. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I bit the head off of the pink rabbit and swallowed it whole. Then, looking around cautiously to make sure nobody was watching, I inhaled the butt-half. It was so soft and succulent and I was SO ticked off at myself for not enjoying it that I ate another one.
And then another one.
And then another one.
And then my mom (who went Paleo 3 months ago) came outside and nearly busted me.
I took an enormous swig of water and pretended like I had something stuck in my teeth.
And that’s all it took for the blood sugars to take control of my brain.
They camped out in the frontal lobe of my brain where their voices spoke loudly and consumed my inner Cavewoman. I’m pretty sure those blood sugars tied her up and hid her in the back of a cave somewhere. She was completely silenced.
The Peeps turned into chocolate which turned into Smarties which turned into Popeye’s Chicken which turned into jelly beans (I don’t even LIKE jelly beans) which turned into goldfish crackers which turned into a Chik-Fil-A Milkshake which turned into an exhausted and moody Mama.
The day before yesterday, we ran out of candy (Thank you, Holy God).
Yesterday I wanted SOMETHING terrible for me but I resisted. I ate raisins instead. Today I’m making “Anytime Cookies” and “Pumpkin Pucks” from The Paleo Parent’s AH-MAZING new cookbook, “Eat Like a Dinosaur”. If I’m going to eat something sweet, I need for it to be grain- and sugar-free.
I can’t believe that I made it through Thanksgiving, Christmas, and 2 deaths in our families with lots of out-of-state travel without screw-ups this bad.
Then the freaking EASTER BUNNY comes for a visit and I cave to sugar-coated marshmallows!
At least I’m not completely disgusted with myself. I still fit into my jeans, I’m just hurting physically from my screw ups. But there’s always today. And today, The Workaholic is home to ensure my blood sugars don’t hold me hostage any longer.
One more week and I’ll have those nasty little demons tied up and shoved into a recess in the depths of my brain once again.
God, help me the next 7 days.
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