Okay. So anyone who knows my husband, or at least knows him well, knows that he goes on what I call “drink binges.” He goes through a phase where he drinks one specific drink, several times a day for weeks on end. Since we’ve been together, he’s gone through… Mountain dew, sobe energy drinks, mountain dew again, amp, monster, wild cherry pepsi, dr pepper, wild cherry pepsi, and now those bottled starbucks mocha frappuccinos.

Let me begin this with: I HATE STARBUCKS. I have worked in two coffee shops. And starbucks is by far the epitome of corporate greed. They jip their customers. Overcharge. And are just overall a bad company with a mediocre product.

That, and I don’t really like coffee.

That being said, Dan still does. And money’s tight and those drinks are almost $7 for a four-pack! We can’t afford to be paying that much for him to go through two, three or four a day! Forget it! And there is no offbrand for them either!

So, I tried to find a few recipes for the bottled insanity, and I found two that seemed good. A recipe by The Kurths and a recipe by Christopher. Both recipes were good ones, but I altered them a bit, and kind of combined them.

First and foremost, if you come across a recipe that requires pectin, DO NOT USE IT! It was gross! It thickened the drink up, but it made it taste like chunks of solidified lemonade was in it! EWWW. And also, I do NOT recommend using hot cocoa mixes, or chocolate powders and syrups. I tried those first, and it just made the whole thing taste off.

Bottled Insanity
1 1/2 cups brewed coffee*
6 cups 2% milk
1/2 cup of sugar
5 tsp of unsweetened cocoa

Brew your coffee and then pour into a medium to large size pot. Add sugar and cocoa. Stir until dissolved. Add milk and stir until well blended. Funnel into intended  storage containers and refridgerate.

Yield: This recipe will fill around 5 of the starbucks glass bottles.

*I recommend using 2 1/2 cups of water, and 1/3 cup of coffee grounds and running it through once. However, if you would like stronger coffee, use 3 1/4 cups of water, 1/3 a cup of coffee grounds, and when it’s brewed through the first time, pour the already-brewed-coffee into the back and let it brew through again using the same grounds.

That simple! Easy recipe, huh? It only takes about 5-10 minutes to make after the coffee is brewed. And when I calculated it out, it only cost me about $0.30-$0.45 cents per bottle of it! đŸ˜€ Much better than the $2-3 per bottle it normally is!

Anyways. I’m smart. And I feel accomplished.

So, I am completely and utterly unmotivated to do much of anything for my schoolwork… Mostly because it’s an art project that we’re supposed to do, and I’m broke. I can’t do a decent art project if I don’t have the correct supplies, and I can’t get the right supplies, if I have no money to buy them! It’s all one giant frustration. We’re supposed to make some kind of native art or something… I think… I’m going to dig around for some glue, and use a paper towel tube, and some left over scrap booking paper and yarn to make a rainstick with rice inside it. It might be a little elementary, but it will be fun, and it’s “in the style” of native artwork. So, maybe she’ll give me an A for effort? I’m too broke to buy anything right now.

Meanwhile, we were going to go to anchorage tonight after Dan got off work, and get a hotel for the night, so we can go to his uncle’s funeral tomorrow, but we’re broke. So we’re just going to leave early tomorrow morning, go to the funeral, and drive home afterward. It’s kind of weird that they waited so long to have the funeral, but I’m not too entirely sure how all of that works, so who am I to determine what’s long and what’s not. Dan’s uncle was only 50 years old though, I’m really hoping Dan looks at this and starts taking better care of himself.

I’m still using the evening primrose oil, one capsule, three times daily by mouth, and three capsules at night vaginally. And I’m drinking my three cups of raspberry leaf tea a day. I’m getting used to the taste. I’m not a very big tea drinker, but I’m starting to like it. It tastes a lot better with honey than with sugar mixed into it. So far it seems to be helping, as my Braxton Hicks are a lot stronger than they were. We’ll see at my appointment on Friday!

Meanwhile, Maddi is being a pill. She’s going through this phase where she thinks she needs to throw all of her freaking food on the floor. It dosen’t matter if she was begging and whining for food before I gave it to her, the second I put food in front of her in the high chair, she thinks she needs to throw it! And she knows what she’s doing is wrong! I’ll say “No!” and “Don’t throw your food!” really stern, and she just looks at me and does it anyways. This has been going on for a couple weeks… Probably closer to a month. Today, she threw her lunch on the floor, so I swatted her hand, put the food on her tray, and told her not to throw it on the floor. She looked right at me, and threw it again! I swatted her hand, picked her up and put her in bed for her naptime without lunch. I know it sounds mean, but obviously, if she’s throwing her food, she’s not hungry. Needless to say, when she got up from her nap, and it was dinner time, she ate EVERYTHING on her tray. So, I think that’s the approach I’ll take. If she throws it, she gets down from her high chair. I don’t make her food, and buy her food just for her to waste it because she wants to be a brat. It’s just so frustrating! I hate to make her take a nap with an empty belly, but she CANNOT keep doing this! Food is for eating. Not throwing!

Meanwhile, Dan has showed some interest in becoming a lawyer, and personally, I think it’d be a GREAT career choice, our lawyer is from https://www.pewlaw.com/ and he has always admire all his work. That boy can win any debate under the sun. Heck, he’s won debates FOR smoking, and AGAINST going to college, which is crazy, but it just goes to show, he’s got talent! He’s very good with words, and very good at arguing, which can be frustrating for me sometimes. That’s one thing that irritates me about him, almost anything I say or believe, he wants to hear my argument for it, or my evidence. I don’t plan on debates. Personally, I don’t like debates. They frustrate me and I hate participating in them. I’m not clever and witty and quick like he is. But I do think those very same characteristics that annoy me, would make him an AMAZING lawyer. We’ll see if he decides that’s the path he wants to take. Whatever decision he makes, I’ll support it, so long as it’s something that he really wants to do, and something he can help support his family on.

I think I’m getting the end-of-pregnancy-grumpies. I’m like seriously cranky and I can’t help it. I’m trying not to be, but I am! It’s like… everything makes me go GRRRR! I can’t wait to meet this little guy. I need to issue the kid an eviction notice or something! I would love to have my LUNG CAVITY back to myself and quit having to share it with a roommate who refuses to pay any rent, but insists on giving me indigestion, cramps, braxton hicks, nausea, etc, etc. He he he. As miserable as the end is, I loved being pregnant (well, mostly up until the point I couldn’t breathe anymore..) but this will be my last baby for a long time.

I don’t plan on having any more kids until after I finish my nursing degree. I don’t know how many I plan on having after that. I might have more. I might not. I’m really not sure. I’d like to plan on it, but I don’t know. I might decide that I have different priorities and goals by then. We’ll just have to wait and see. I just know that I need to have a good degree before I have any more babies. I need to be able to provide for the two I have. When I can do that successfully, then I’ll consider having more. Until then, I’m done. Shutting down the baby-making shop.

Meanwhile, I have the most amazing song stuck in my head. I used to listen to it all the time when I was sixteen or seventeen, and I’ve been obsessed with the band ever since then. “Okay, I believe you, but my tommy gun don’t.” by Brand New.

“Wouldn’t stop if I could.
Oh, it hurts to be this good.”

Such a hot song. I love it.

“Oh, we’re so controversial
We are entirely smooth
We admit to the truth
We are the best at what we do
And these are the words you wish you wrote down
This is the way you wish your voice sounds
Handsome and smart
Ooh, my tongue’s the only muscle on my body
that works harder than my heart”

What can I say? Hearing all these old songs I used to listen to back in the day kind of brings on an inspiration in me. They make me wonder, if at that age, where I am now, was what I saw myself doing at this age. It’s an interesting thought to ponder… Sometimes I think I’m doing well, and 20 year old me, isn’t a disappointment to 17 year old me, and other times, I wonder if I could do better. It varies depending on my mood.

Anyways, I really should do my homework now.

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