Jackass Drivers

Since I've become a mom I've noticed how badly most people drive. It's almost as if they don't get there "right now" the world will come to an end. Bobbing and weaving in and out of traffic is ridiculous. I know I'm not the world's greatest driver, but when I have precious cargo with me, well, I tend to be a little more coherent as to what's going on around me. It's not a race to see who gets there first. It's not a race to anywhere unless you're driving around a track in circles for 500 miles...that's just stupid if you ask me. It would just be nice if people would actually take the time to see what's around them, being careful, instead of rushing to and fro all the time. Stop being so stupid and road ragey and just relax. You'll get there eventually.

Change of Taste

Recently, I'd say since about Christmas, I've discovered I enjoy chocolate. It used to be the only time I liked it was after I read "The Prisoner of Azkaban." We did secret Santa at work and the nurse that had me got me two kinds of Dove chocolate bars. I wasn't too thrilled about them but I tried them anyway. They were dark chocolate...I don't like dark chocolate...at all. Being the brave person I am, I ate them. One was 70% cocao and the other was just dark. Oh. My. Yummy. Seriously, I am now a HUGE fan of dark chocolate.

The darker it is, the more I like it. Lindt makes a 99% cocao bar but it's SUPER expensive and I just don't have that kind of money to spend on chocolate. Though someday I DO plan on buying it.

They also make 60% cocao truffles that are just absolutely fantastic.

I bought an 80% cocao bar today from the coffee shop downstairs. And yes, I can justify spending $3.13 on it just for the simple fact that 10% of proceeds go to helping endangered species, wildlife habitats, and humanity.

Also, last week I wanted mustard. Just out of the blue. I took a bite of my sandwich at lunch and thought, "This needs mustard." I don't like mustard. I think it tastes too much like dill pickles for me...I HATE dill pickles. But apparently my body said, "Feed me mustard." I wonder if mustard has some kind of something that my body is lacking??? Or maybe it was just one of those weird unexplained cravings I get every once in awhile?