Addictions

A funny thing happened writing my blog-- I've discovered that it's like therapy, but even better, it's free. As one would hope with any good therapy session, I've learned a few things about myself. One of these discoveries is that I have an addictive personality. The bad news is that as I've discovered these truths about myself, so has everyone else.

The big question is: what do I do with this new found knowledge? (Knowledge is power, yada, yada, yada.) I'd ask my therapist but apparently it's Blogger Dashboard, and I don't think it's answering. That's what you get for free. Of course, if it is answering, it's time to get a new therapist.

My children take their lunch to school and while I don't like to send a lot of sweets in their lunch, one thing I will send is Rice Krispie treats. If you know nothing else about me know that I love Starbucks, am addicted to Diet Coke, have to watch Lost within 12 hours of its airing, love cheesecake am a Chocoholic. So to me plain Rice Krispie treats are a total waste of calories. There's no chocolate. To remedy this, I often throw in chocolate chips. This divides my children into two camps. The Purists feel that adding chocolate chips to Rice Krispie treats is like defacing the Statue of Liberty. The Chocolatays (sorry, my inner Dora the Explorer is bustin' out) think that a chocolate accessory is just what Lady Liberty needs.

Okay, I can hear you! You're saying What is your point? Obviously, reading my blog is your therapy and you have just learned you are impatient. Congratulations! Too bad Blogger Dashboard can't help you either. In case you haven't heard, it doesn't have a real therapy degree.

After our Winter Break Weekend, it was back to school for Ross and I had nothing to put in his lunch for dessert. This morning the babies, Jenna and I went to the store to get groceries and Rice Krispies were on my list. As we got to the cereal aisle, I checked out the mega size bags of generic cereal because I'm trying to be more frugal. That's okay, I'll wait until you stop laughing. Better now? Let's continue. They didn't have generic Rice Krispies but they did have generic Cocoa Crispies.

It was then that the heavens parted and the angels sang "Ahhhhhhh....." They haven't done that since I got my Starbucks Gold Card. That had to mean something.

So the rusty wheels began turning and churning in my head and I thought "Hmm... I could use Cocoa Crispies instead of Rice Krispies...." And so began the birth of my newest addiction, right there at the Super Target cereal aisle. Is no place sacred anymore?

We checked out and paid for our purchases, all while wrestling Emma. Ever wonder who's taking Steve Erwin's place as the Crocodile Hunter? Yeah, I could do it. I've got plenty of practice now. I don't want to, but I could. Just sayin'.

Every so often it's good to assess one's life skills.

Emma was a nightmare at the end of our shopping excursion. Between the chasing her down aisles, the listening to her scream when she couldn't get out of the cart and the previously mentioned wrestling at the checkout lane, I was a bit battle scarred when we got home. As I unpacked the groceries with Emma crying at my feet and Ryan whining over some unknown atrocity, I pulled out the mega size bag of generic Cocoa Crispies.

The heaven's parted and the angels sang. Again. That is so cool when they do that.

So it was while I was pondering about how early was too early to start drinking, that the generic Cocoa Crispies made their grand reappearance and my mind was made up. I was making a batch of generic Cocoa Crispy marshmallow treats right NOW!

{Yes, it is important to include the word generic before the words Cocoa Crispies. I can not stress my frugalness enough.}

As the butter melted into liquid gold, I continued to unpack the groceries. I was putting grocery items away as I added the marshmallows and watched as they melted into a white, fluffy goo. Then finally, the chocolate rice puffs were added, stirred and then gently, lovingly patted into a 9x13" glass pan.

Chocolate Rice Krispie treats, as I prefer to call them, are exactly like heroin. One bite and your as good as gone. Of course, I have no previous experience with heroin, that's just what I've heard on the street. But I can confirm that Chocolate Rice Krispie treats are extremely addictive. Trust me on this.

Now, it's obvious that I'm not the only person in this house. So the fact that the pan is 2/3rds empty, a mere 9 hours after the Chocolate Rice Krispie treats birth, cannot be completely attributed to me. However, as honest as I usually am here, I am pleading the fifth as to how much I have eaten.

But before you leave me, let me give you a stock tip, a legal one, in this time of economic woe. Now would be a really good time to buy stock in Lane Bryant.