Starbucks vs Dunkin’ Donuts

Monday, 30 November, 2009

I’ve been trying to think of the very first time I went to Starbucks. For the life of me I can’t remember it. I know, I know, it being such a monumental occasion and all…. All the drama that had been going on in my life must’ve clouded my “w w w . memory”. (Now I’ve got that song stuck in my head. Aarrgh!) If it means anything to you Starbuckers, I don’t remember the first time I had Dunkin’ Donuts either.

Anywho, as far back as I can remember, I’ve always like Starbucks. I love their drinks, especially an upside down Caramel Macchiato. And their White Chocolate Mocha. And their Gingerbread and Pumpkin Spice Lattes. I also especially love their cups. I used to buy them all the time. It was just a “thing” for me. And look out when they’re on sale! Almost every cup we own is a SB cup. We even have SB travel mugs. Like 6 of ‘em. Do we really need 6 travel mugs for the two of us? Actually, when I saw the glittery pink one I just HAD to have it, so YES, we do need them.

Then one day a funny thing happened. A friend of mine gave me a bag of French Vanilla Dunkin’ Donuts coffee beans. It has to be the best home brewed coffee I’ve ever had! Another day I was out shopping (who me?) and there was a Dunkin’ Donuts nearby. I got some coffee and it was delicious! On a road trip with Hubby, we stopped to get gas and a DD was inside the store. We got some coffee and breakfast. It was GOOD! Then on the way to and from the Yankees World Series parade, my friends and I stopped, oh, 4 or 5 times? for coffee at DD. Now I’m feeling drawn to Dunkin’ Donuts instead of Starbucks. Can I say both are my favorite?

What’s YOUR favorite, SB or DD? Leave me a comment and tell me your favorite drink there!

Philly not a thrill-y

Wednesday, 25 November, 2009

Week before last my hubby suggested we go to Philadelphia for the weekend to see the Buffalo Sabres-his favorite hockey team, play against the Philadelphia Flyers. We had a great time at the last Sabres game and we’ve always had a great time in Philly.

HAD being the key word….

Our 2-½ hour trip started out great. Until we got to downtown Philadelphia and our GPS starts “recalculating” on our way to our hotel, the Marriott Downtown, whose address is on MARKET ST. Between our IPhones and our part-time GPS, we get to MARKET ST. We park our car in the driveway for the hotel, unload our belongings, all the while waiting for valet to show up. On our way inside, we see a tiny little sign that says “Valet and Registration entrance on Filbert St”. FILBERT ST? Isn’t the address of a hotel supposed to be where the FRONT DOOR is?

IN MY NEUROTIC MIND IT IS.

While I stand in the lobby with all our stuff, hubby drives around to FILBERT ST to have the car parked. When he gets there, guess what…. the valet man says the lot is FULL even though there’s no sign, but yet, if you’re staying at this particular hotel, you are required to valet park with them for 42 bucks a night. Between our part-time GPS and his IPhone, Hubby ends up finding a parking lot a couple blocks away for “only” $31 per night.

The lobby is a huge circular area with registration on the complete opposite side of the MARKET ST entrance. When we get to the registration area there isn’t a bellman in sight. After hubby got back from parking the car, we checked in. Hubby had made online arrangements directly with Marriott and requested extra pillows and towels. When hubby asked the hotel rep if there were would be extra pillows and towels in the room, the rep said we would have to call housekeeping when we got to the room. Hubby asked him if his request had shown up on the reservation and whaddya know… it was there. But WE had to call housekeeping? uh-uh! Not a great impression so far. ~sigh~

Our next stop is for supper at the HARD ROCK CAFÉ. We sat at a table for two at the end of the bar behind a large column. To get there we have to squeeze through all the people, their coats and bags, in the narrow walkway. The table is right against a wall. We were hungry so we decided to stay and order. As we’re drinking our beer, we realize there’s NO AIR flowing whatsoever. More people have come over to stand at the table behind us. Then a couple comes up to the bar and stands between our table and the people sitting at the bar. Then it hit me-I start getting hot and sweaty, my throat felt like it was closing, and my heart rate was going crazy. Can you say CLAUSTROPHOBIC ANXIETY ATTACK???

Later that night when we’re going to bed, we realize we have THE WORST pillows. EVER. They were half the size of a regular pillow. They had less than half the comfort. ~sigh~

Saturday morning Hubby goes down to the Starbucks in the hotel to get me some coffee while I’m getting ready. Isn’t he awesome? I was a lost, anxious, sleepy girl WHO NEEDED HER MORNING COFFEE!! Only having 3 Starbuckers to take care of a line out the door of the hotel just wasn’t working. He loves me, but probably not wait-in-line-for-an-hour-for-a-grande-upside-down-caramel-macchiato-with-extra-caramel much. We ended up walking to Dunkin’ Donuts instead, just so they could almost get our order wrong. You gotta keep an eye on those Dunkers!

After our cuppa-joe, we went shopping at the King of Prussia mall. The mall was awesome, but getting our GPS to stop “recalculating” was another story. Did they just finish construction and move the roads around, just for fun? We ended up on a rural road out in the middle of nowhere. We consulted our IPhones and used Google maps to get us just a little ways down the road and over the highway. ~sigh~

Saturday night was the hockey game. We took the subway to the arena. While we were waiting about 20 minutes for our train, we found out that the express train was really the local train for that night, and local was the one we needed. So we walked over to the express train for our local service. ~sigh~

After all that, the game was so much fun! Our Sabres won 3-2. And Hubby got us perfect seats. We were in the club section with its very own bar area. Our waitress liked us, of course. We were able to see all the sticks trip the feet, the fists hit jaws, and the blood fall on the ice, oh and of course, all the pucks go in the net. Nothing like going to a fight and seeing a hockey game break out! (I stole that from the couple sitting next to us.)

Even though we started out having a bumpy road, we had an excellent weekend just because we were in it together. ~sigh~

We have a winner!!!

Wednesday, 18 November, 2009

Last week I announced to my friends and family that I would hold a drawing for a “surprise” gift. All they had to do was subscribe to my blog. Easy, right? I drew a name from a virtual hat to see who won a nice, new, crisp $20 WAL-MART GIFT CARD, baby! Yeah! (I’m just a Goldmember freak, what can I say…)

And the winner is…… my friend Julie!

I met Julie through WS2’s baseball team. We were co-baseball moms who turned into great friends, with or without baseball.  Our first and middle names can be flipped and are almost interchangeable. We love that about each other. There’s no one else in the world that we can do that with.

Congratulations Julie! I think you are awesome! I hope you enjoy your winnings. And be sure to spend it on something just for YOU! I hope to see you real soon. XOXO

Thank you to everyone who subscribed to my blog!

There’s a first time for everything

Friday, 13 November, 2009

For me, it was my first mammogram the other day. The good ol’ BOOB CHECK. Now I don’t want to fend off any of my MAN-ly readers, so I’ll just say that it wasn’t as painful as I had thought and imagined. I guess now is the time to be thankful that I don’t have as much “PAIN” to worry about as some women.

One thing that made it more bearable was the lady doing the… um,handling. Her hands were nice and warm, and we talked a lot. (Hi Mammo-Lady if you’re reading this!!) We discovered that we’re basically living parallel lives, except she has daughters. And she’s been going through it a little longer than I have. I’ve felt very alone in my situation until now. I wouldn’t wish for anyone to go through this, but it felt soooo-ooooo good, I mean INCREDIBLY comforting to know that someone can understand exactly what I’m going through. She understands that I had to let my boys go so they wouldn’t resent me for not letting them get to know their father. She understands that if I’d said no, that they probably would’ve treated me horribly while having to stay with me. She understands. Yeah, I could definitely see us being friends and giving each other a shoulder to lean on.

This is how similar we are:

We both live in the same dinky country town.

She was miserable in her first marriage.

We both were afraid to divorce thinking the kids would be taken away by their fathers. We thought the only way out was DEATH. Our difference here is that I wished BH dead, while she was wishing herself dead. I really hate that she felt that way.

Her daughter hasn’t spoken to her in over five years, my son hasn’t spoken to me in two. I feel so bad to say that her daughter didn’t include or invite her to her wedding. That’s one of my fears, that I’ll never dance with my son at his wedding.

We feel that our estranged children have been brainwashed influenced negatively by their father.

We have a great relationship with our other child, and we’re so thankful for that.

Our 2nd husbands are God sends!! We love them infinitely. And by the way, her hubby is very TYPE A too! Ha!

We both have dogs (and I have a cat) that we love and that love us every day, all day long and save us from going insane. Pets are the best!

We both keep taking one day at a time.

We know there’s such a thing as HOPE. We live and breathe HOPE.

She gave me a compliment that left me speechless. (Can you believe that??) She said “You’ve made a huge sacrifice for your boys. That is such a great thing.”

Even though it doesn’t feel great, it was the first time I understood what that meant. I understood because I saw her as a reflection of me. I look at her and I admire her for all she does and for all that she’s gone through. I see that she’s made a sacrifice for her children. For her to say that about me left me feeling very uplifted . Maybe I’m not so bad after all…..

And THAT is such a great thing.

Sanford and Son

Thursday, 12 November, 2009

No favorites list of mine would be complete without my all-time favorite tv show Sandford & Son.

I think most everyone loves Sanford and Son. Who wouldn’t love Fred, Lamont, Grady, Aunt Esther, Donna, Rollo, Julio, Hoppy, Smitty, Swanny, and Ah Chew. (Gesundheidt!)

Just hearing that song takes me back to when I was growing up. I watched Fred and Lamont almost every day. My dad and I would watch them before supper. Sometimes we’d even talk my mom into letting us watch it while we ate. Back then that was special since we had a no-tv-during-supper rule. We watched them so much that even now I still know most of the words by heart. Now when I watch this show, it makes me think of my dad. And anything that makes me think of my dad makes me happy.

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“Oh GLORY!!!”

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