When something breaks...

I wear my watch at night.  Two weeks ago, I woke up and noticed the extra part of the strap was flopping around.  I went to slide it under the strap holder and realized it wasn't there.  I found it broken under my pillow.  As you can see from my photos, I fixed it with your run of the mill twist tie.  Problem solved.  Except for the fact that the twist tie often sticks out and snags on things.  Oh, and the strap falls out.  A side effect of ghetto stylin'.

McDonald's Coffee- nothing ghetto about it!

Today I found myself in a town without a Starbucks or a Caribou, but you know what? My need for a super strong, smooth and milky latte was perfectly met. MacDonald's makes s fine latte, even though they really, really have a hard time not putting flavor in it.
When it was empty, I rinsed it out. The plasticky styrofoam cup got nice and clean. I drank cold tap water from that coffee cup all day long.
Now THAT'S ghetto stylin'!

Blog Photos

I was preparing the photos for the blog about the pizza and my older son, Jake, asked what they were for.  I told him they were for the blog.  He then replied "Is that the blog from you and Kristin showing gross stuff in the house?"  I have to teach him the proper term, Ghetto Stylin'!

Yum!! Pizza!

This is a desk in our living room.  We have several framed photos on it.

It also seems to be a leftover pizza holder.  My son, Trevor, was standing by the desk yesterday, chomping on this leftover piece.  He said "Hmm, this is pretty hard!"  When I took it from him, I tried to check to see how hard it really was.  Let's just say I couldn't break it in half or pierce it with a fork.  In fact, I don't remember when we last had DiGiorno pizza.  Yuk.

It's June 10th.  Ghetto Stylin'!

Still works

This is my sister's basketball hoop. Not at all in keeping with the tone of her lovely home, as you can see. But it still works. So it's ghetto stylin' all the way.

My "delicious" salad

My husband AJ is notoriously kind and loving. He makes me a healthy lunch every day. Except when he's ghetto stylin.'
Yesterday was Sunday- we were out all day, and had a tiring, but fantastic time. We decided to order in from Big Louie's, the best burger in the neighborhood. I got an avocado bacon burger, which came with the cold ingredients packed separately. A half an avocado. Yum. I put it on my burger. Some shredded iceberg. Yuck. Not worth eating. Gives me a tummy ache. 2 pale tomato slices. Red Spanish onion. Too strong for me. Will have bad breath tomorrow. No matter. I repacked the yucky veggies and put them back in the bag. It was the avocado I really wanted. It really was a delicious burger.
Today I unpacked my lunch. Guess what was inside? You guessed it. Rusty shredded lettuce, pale tomatoes, Spanish onions topped by a stack of salami, a chunk of cheese, and a big squirt of ranch dressing. Oh geez. I ate the cheese and salami, but this time transported the recycled ingredients all the way to the compost bin. There's ghetto stylin' and there's just plain nasty.
Oh- thanks honey.