Candy world dilemmas

I've always been a little weirded out by people who know, without a doubt, which candy is their absolute favorite. I personally don't understand how an individual can choose just one candy as their *favorite* beyond all the other endless (and delicious) possibilites.

To me it's equivalent to picking your favorite child- though it may be easy in some families, for the most part it's an impossible task. There are certain things you love and hate don't like as much about each of your children, making it impossible to preference one over another. Sometimes you just love spending time with good ol' Timmy, and other times there is nothing better than hanging out with little Sarah. Not to mention it's just outright unfair and immoral to choose one child over another. They're both essentially great kids- since they are after all your kids- so labeling one as 'the best' and one as 'not so good' is not really sensible.

Well, the same applies to candy. Each one has its ups and downs. There's something about most candies that I like a lot, and certain things about a select portion that I absolutely love, causing me to be unable to ever pick a single favorite. And they are all so different! How do you even begin to compare a Snickers bar to a pack of Swedish Fish? Or even a Reese’s Cup to M&Ms? It's impossile and, like children, totally immoral. Each and every candy needs to be appreciated in its own special way
So although I obviously do not have a sole favorite candy, there are a few that I like very, very, very much. One of those is KitKat bars.

Oh, baby. I love KitKats more than I will probably ever love one of my children. It's sad but true. They have been one of my top favorites since I was a wee, chubby child. I just can't help but be slightly obsessed with those slender chocolate wafer bars. They are so chocolatety yet so light! So creamy yet so crispy! Basically KitKats are like heaven to my mouth.

I'm sure you can imagine that I was a tad excited when I discovered that there is a vast array of unique flavors of KitKats across the globe. I'm only familiar with the milk chocolate version so my mind was initially blown. So blown, in fact, that I felt compelled to write a blog post in which I share my discovery with you.

Here are a few of the flavors featured in Clarissa's Most Wanted Flavors of KitKat Bars, all of which are tragically available only in countries outside the United States...

Pumpkin (I'm considering to moving to Japan for this one)

Maple

Blueberry Cheesecake

Green Tea

Choco-Banana

Cookies and Milk

Triple Pack! (White Chocolate, Original & Peanut Butter)

Raspberry

 
Flavors that were completely unappealing even to a KitKat fanatic like myself:
Wasabi, Soy Sauce, and Grilled Potato.



To check out all the other bajillion flavors go here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/friedtoast/sets/72157594224722117/?page=2

If I was Oprah Rich: Round IV

If I was Oprah rich... I would have a killer pool in my backyard.

Think Playboy mansion style...

With a couple of these bad boys...

Please note that I do not want the Playboy mansion pool. There is no amount of pool cleaner/chlorine/bleach that can wash away all the nasties floating in those waters and covering those surfaces. Ideally I would like to be able to do the breast-stroke across my pool without contracting syphilis or getting a pube in my eye, and I'm afraid that isn't possible in Hugh Hefner's giant sex bath.

Every man's dream come true

No, it's not Megan Fox butt naked in a kitchen cooking a 14 oz. New York steak. 

It's this:

Get paid to hang out and eat pizza with Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello and Raphael? I know my boyfriend is not the only guy who would be overly excited to run across this help wanted ad.

Sometimes I'm really, really stupid

Once upon a time I actually conned myself into thinking that I did not like breakfast. I was truly convinced that there were no appealing breakfast foods, just Eggo waffles and plain ol’ greasy bacon & eggs. It ultimately became a meal I often skipped due to utter disinterest and discontent.

God was I stupid.

Eat your heart out Jackie Chan

Check out the video below. Some may describe it as a bunch of stunt men running around and jumping off, across, and up and down buildings in a rather astonishing manner. I, on the other hand, would classify it as irrefutable evidence that every little boy’s dream is in fact a reality: Spiderman exists.



I'm fairly certain that I am capable of doing this on days when I've had just a wee bit too much coffee... and steroids.

Pre-halloweenin'

Growing up Halloween was always my favorite holiday. What is better than dressing up in something ridiculous and trottin' around collecting free candy? NOTHING.
I've always tried to be somewhat innovative with my Halloween costumes. I once dressed up as Monica Lewinsky in the 5th grade when the whole Clinton scandal was going on. It was more my step dad's idea than mine, and I was in essence used as a pawn in a joke aimed toward the staff of my middle school, but I still relished in the attention that I received. The looks on the faces of the teachers and staff were absolutely priceless. It was totally one of those "oh no she didn't" moments. And yes, I totally did.

Naturally I have dressed as a variety of other things as well. Two years ago I was a robot aptly named 'Ms. Roboto'. My suit was carefully styled and detailed, complete with flashing lights and a techno soundtrack. I was the only chick at the Halloween party not dressed scantily clad, causing me to stick out among the crowd of slutty school girls, kinky kittens, naughty nuns and floozy fairies. I wasn't phased one bit by the swarm of miniskirts and stilettos though, for I had something much cooler: a rocket pack strapped to my back. (Sidenote: one of my rockets was tragically ripped off halfway through the night. It was a huge buzz kill.)

Anyway, now I am stuck trying to brainstorm a good idea for this year. I totally blew it last year and ended up borrowing a last minute costume from a friend, one that I am too embarrassed to identify. (Ok, fine! It was a German beer maid costume.) This year, on the other hand, I am determined to come up with something unique and/or witty once again.

So far this is the only thing I have come up with:

If you don't know what movie this costume references, we are not friends.

If I can somehow convince B to dress up as Hoggle then I may have yet another winner.