@wallflwr926 I really like making homemade chocolate milk, only because our main local dairy's chocolate milk is kind of gross. I just do a tbsp cocoa powder, tbsp powdered sugar, splash of vanilla and milk. Yum! Now I wish I wasn't drinking wine so I could have choco milk!
Post by blabbermouth on Jun 11, 2015 22:43:44 GMT -5
blueteamcaboose try it! Just make sure you put the powders/vanilla in first, then a tiny splash of milk so it makes a paste, then slowly fill it up the rest of the way. Otherwise it never combines.
I really love chocolate milk. One of the nearby creameries makes the best chocolate ever.
So embarrassing story. When I first moved to the States I discovered chocolate milk in the school cafeteria. It was delicious, but it gave me the runs. So I spent my 2nd day of school in the USA with a serious case of the shits, I tried to tell my teacher that I had to go to the bathroom NOW but home girl did not speak Spanish and I did not speak English so the conversation went something like this, "Me go out please" and she said no, so I kept getting louder until I finally just ran out of the classroom crying in search for a bathroom where I spent the rest of the day. They switched me to a Puerto Rican teacher the next week.
Post by blabbermouth on Jun 11, 2015 22:52:22 GMT -5
Heehee Andrea, that story sucks But that's why I don't like a lot of choco milk too, so there. Now I made it not just a cute story about your childhood, but a gross story about my adulthood
@wallflwr926 I really like making homemade chocolate milk, only because our main local dairy's chocolate milk is kind of gross. I just do a tbsp cocoa powder, tbsp powdered sugar, splash of vanilla and milk. Yum! Now I wish I wasn't drinking wine so I could have choco milk!
This is probably the only pre-made chocolate milk that I like. I'm usually a homemade chocolate milk kind of girl.
I really love chocolate milk. One of the nearby creameries makes the best chocolate ever.
So embarrassing story. When I first moved to the States I discovered chocolate milk in the school cafeteria. It was delicious, but it gave me the runs. So I spent my 2nd day of school in the USA with a serious case of the shits, I tried to tell my teacher that I had to go to the bathroom NOW but home girl did not speak Spanish and I did not speak English so the conversation went something like this, "Me go out please" and she said no, so I kept getting louder until I finally just ran out of the classroom crying in search for a bathroom where I spent the rest of the day. They switched me to a Puerto Rican teacher the next week.
Poor Andrea. I thought I was lactose intolerant for the longest time. According to the tests, i'm not. I still limit my milk intake but this is a treat for me.
We just got home from our last foster care training class. And then we saw the PSA about OITNB being available now on Netflix... so now we're going to stay up late watching that.
I really love chocolate milk. One of the nearby creameries makes the best chocolate ever.
So embarrassing story. When I first moved to the States I discovered chocolate milk in the school cafeteria. It was delicious, but it gave me the runs. So I spent my 2nd day of school in the USA with a serious case of the shits, I tried to tell my teacher that I had to go to the bathroom NOW but home girl did not speak Spanish and I did not speak English so the conversation went something like this, "Me go out please" and she said no, so I kept getting louder until I finally just ran out of the classroom crying in search for a bathroom where I spent the rest of the day. They switched me to a Puerto Rican teacher the next week.
Oh no! How traumatic! When I was in 3rd grade I was feeling sick and tried in vain to get my teacher's attention...I threw up everywhere-on my desk mates and their homework. It haunts me today!!
So embarrassing story. When I first moved to the States I discovered chocolate milk in the school cafeteria. It was delicious, but it gave me the runs. So I spent my 2nd day of school in the USA with a serious case of the shits, I tried to tell my teacher that I had to go to the bathroom NOW but home girl did not speak Spanish and I did not speak English so the conversation went something like this, "Me go out please" and she said no, so I kept getting louder until I finally just ran out of the classroom crying in search for a bathroom where I spent the rest of the day. They switched me to a Puerto Rican teacher the next week.
Oh no! How traumatic! When I was in 3rd grade I was feeling sick and tried in vain to get my teacher's attention...I threw up everywhere-on my desk mates and their homework. It haunts me today!!
I threw up on a little girl in third grade, same situation... we were all sitting on the floor and I threw up right into her pretty long brown hair. Lol.
So embarrassing story. When I first moved to the States I discovered chocolate milk in the school cafeteria. It was delicious, but it gave me the runs. So I spent my 2nd day of school in the USA with a serious case of the shits, I tried to tell my teacher that I had to go to the bathroom NOW but home girl did not speak Spanish and I did not speak English so the conversation went something like this, "Me go out please" and she said no, so I kept getting louder until I finally just ran out of the classroom crying in search for a bathroom where I spent the rest of the day. They switched me to a Puerto Rican teacher the next week.
Oh no! How traumatic! When I was in 3rd grade I was feeling sick and tried in vain to get my teacher's attention...I threw up everywhere-on my desk mates and their homework. It haunts me today!!
I was the worst. Obviously I got over the trauma, but I learned that American chocolate milk = the devil, or el diablo as my people call him.
edit: english is my second language, still getting the hang of spacing and all that jazz
Oh no! How traumatic! When I was in 3rd grade I was feeling sick and tried in vain to get my teacher's attention...I threw up everywhere-on my desk mates and their homework. It haunts me today!!
I threw up on a little girl in third grade, same situation... we were all sitting on the floor and I threw up right into her pretty long brown hair. Lol.
Back home, pups are worn out. I tried to make them run a little... little dog wasn't having it though.
Also I walked backwards for a block. I have a long history of shin splints and various other injuries on my left leg and walking/running backwards reallllly helps keep them away. The dogs were terribly confused, lol.
Oh no! How traumatic! When I was in 3rd grade I was feeling sick and tried in vain to get my teacher's attention...I threw up everywhere-on my desk mates and their homework. It haunts me today!!
I threw up on a little girl in third grade, same situation... we were all sitting on the floor and I threw up right into her pretty long brown hair. Lol.
Not haunted by it though, thankfully.
Oh no! Not the hair! I threw up on boys so in my third grade brain that was a serious relief.
I threw up on a little girl in third grade, same situation... we were all sitting on the floor and I threw up right into her pretty long brown hair. Lol.
Not haunted by it though, thankfully.
Cold-hearted Nugget.
I mean, I feel bad for her and all... But I wasn't mortified by it. Does that still make me cold-hearted?
I have a gross story involving tempermental sinuses.
Every year the church I attended as a kid had a Christmas pagaent as part of the family mass on Christmas Eve. My very first year I was an angel and got to be on the altar as part of the main stage (it was a bigger congregation so there was a nativity scene in the auditorium at the same time). My adorable little 7 year old self excitedly followed directions to a T and I took my place in the Nativity Scene. As i'm standing there all angelic-like bright red starts to quickly spread across the top of my bright white costume. The air in the church had been so dry that it triggered a severe nosebleed. I was so confused about what to do that I stood there not moving until my mom realized what was happening and dragged me off the altar.
....And that's story of how my parents decided it was finally time to have my sinuses cauterized.
I have a gross story involving tempermental sinuses.
Every year the church I attended as a kid had a Christmas pagaent as part of the family mass on Christmas Eve. My very first year I was an angel and got to be on the altar as part of the main stage (it was a bigger congregation so there was a nativity scene in the auditorium at the same time). My adorable little 7 year old self excitedly followed directions to a T and I took my place in the Nativity Scene. As i'm standing there all angelic like bright red starts to quickly spread across the top of my bright white costume. The air in the church had been so dry that it triggered a severe nosebleed. I was so confused about what to do that I stood there not moving until my mom realized what was happening and dragged me off the altar.
....And that's story of how my parents decided it was finally time to have sinuses cauterized.
O no! Poor angelic little Wallie!
That must have been quite the horrific sight though, an angel up there bleeding on the altar
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