Snickers Frapp at Starbucks

I’m not a caffeine addict and I don’t particularly like coffee but I do LOVE Snickers. I know that doesn’t seem to be a linear line of thought but it TOTALLY is.

I’m well aware that there are a lot of people that are serious starbaholics. I just made that up. It honestly doesn't sound as cool as I wanted it to but it works because I like abbreviating things and I also like combining words. Anyway a lot of people are completely obsessed with Starbucks. Tom included. That’s where we had one of our first friend dates. (we met at work so it was one of our first out of work meeting spots) I had literally never gotten anything except a hot chocolate (which was HORRIBLE in comparison to DD’s) and a Passion Tea Lemonade (and that shit is awesome). Because of my inexperience I have no clue what to order and my opinion of the establishment is up in the air already. It’s kind of an intimidating procedure, there are a lot of words that aren’t “coffee.” So Tom suggests a Caramel Macchiato. Sounds super fancy. I get it and it was super delish! But I’m typically a fan of cold drinks. Next time I tried the Java Chip Frappuccino. Awesome. So now I'm starting to go there even if I'm not with Tom.

Here’s where the Snickers comes in. I’m perusing Pinterest and I see that Starbucks has a secret menu PERFECT! I love sharing secrets. So I look down the menu and I see a Snickers Frapp. At that point I pretty much die. ARE YOU KIDDING?! Why is that so secret?! Someone needs to share it with the world!! (granted, someone already has because they put it on Pinterest. Just lemme have it.) The next time I’m out with one of my girlfriends I’m like HOLD IT. WE NEED TO GO TO STARBUCKS IMMEDIATELY. And she knows me well enough that her response is “Obviously. Let’s go.” So we go and I order a Snickers Frapp. First roadblock- they have no idea what I’m talking about. Super upsetting cuz I was excited that I was in on the secret but apparently the employees weren't. So I explain what goes into one and they do it and I’m practically punching strangers, I’m so excited.

So they call out my order and I’m like “AHHH! THIS IS IT!” and I have a sip and IT’S TOTALLY A SNICKERS BAR IN DRINK FORM! BDE. Aka Best Day Ever. (I think I’ve used that before.) Now I get it ALL THE TIME. Also, if you can’t tell, I’m super pumped about the whole situation. Also it’s probably about 793274 calories.

This is what you ask for if they don’t know the secret drink formula:
Java Chip Frappuccino (whatever size. I usually go grande)
2 pumps of toffee
Caramel and chocolate drizzle
They automatically put whipped cream on it. Or sometimes they ask.
(I ask for no whipped cream but it’s actually better with it. I just decided at some point that I hate all whipped cream and refuse to eat it.. for no particular reason)

- A

p.s. here is the link plus below are more secrets! 

Spring Shopping Haul

When I decided I was gonna start blogging again, I told myself I was gonna do something different than I was doing with my last blog ( That was all about fashion and shoes and me buying a bunch of shit. Here’s the thing tho- I love fashion and shoes and buying shit. So EVEN THO I said I would do something different it doesn’t mean I can't ALSO do some fashion stuff.

I want this to be a blog that is gender neutral. Well mm, that sounds a bit awkward. All gender friendly? NON GENDER SPECIFIC. Ok that works. I wanted this to be a non-gender specific blog. A lot of the blogs I follow (and lovvve) are very focused on females and girly things. And I have just decided that a soon-to-come post will be about why boys should read this too. And I don’t mean just my guy friends who use it to make fun of me. (CHIM- that’s for you)

This post will be one of those ones that boys will hate if it even shows up on their facebook newsfeed. Whatev. Y’all can suck it.

HERE’S SOME SHIT I BOUGHT! I’m TOTALLY (and probably unhealthily) obsessed with most of it. I included links to where you can find things but a bunch of stuff is from Marshalls and that place is amazing but dumb for not having a shopable website.

These are my Easter shoes. 1. Because their style is called Bunny and 2. Because DUH. I have seen these heels SO many times on Hautelook or Rue La La and wanted to get them but I’ve only ever seen them in red or black suede and, unsurprisingly, I have an awesome pair of red suede pumps and a pair of black suede pumps that have a bow on the heel. But I was looking up heels for a coworker to wear with a dress and found these and clearly my priorities shifted. I bought them immediately. I LOVE THEM. Follow me on instagram (ac_glam). You’ll see Easter pics, don’t you worry.
Find them here

For real, these are amazing. They are SO comfortable and sooo fucking gorgeous! I can honestly barely handle it. In fact, as soon as I got them home I sent a picture to Tom’s cousin (she’s quite the fan of lace) and it was instalove for her as well. They were on sale at the DSW I was at but apparently they aren’t on sale online. Sorry about it.

Will I wear them? Who cares? They’re glittery. Honestly I have NO where to wear something like this but whatev, they were $7. And you don’t NOT get a pair of sparkly shoes when they’re $7. Also.. just remembered I did the same thing with a pair of pink and gold heels last year.. yet to wear them. That just means SO MANY PARTIES (and by parties I mean show up to my friends houses all dressed up for no reason)

Find them here

I’m trying to work statement necklaces into my life but it’s really hard. I loved this because it’s purple, and the right size. I can only find ones that are bigger than my body or ones that are super awkward looking with shit in all the wrong places. I do own a bubble necklace but I wore it once and can’t figure out what to wear it with so now it’s in the “shit I never wear, don’t bother untangling it” jewelry drawer.

Find it here

I got that minty color but it’s soo cute in every color. Also since the lace is so tight/thick/however you wanna describe it, as long as you wear nude colored underthings it isn't noticeably see thru. The fact it's long sleeves doesn't matter since you can catch a breeze and it's not at all skanky!

Find it here

These I'm super excited about. Each under $20! Can't wait to wear these. They're all from Marshalls and I'm planning on wearing one for L and J's Jack and Jill and one for the rehearsal dinner. The white one I just fell in love with. Again, they'll all be on instagram.. because I'm obsessed with it.

Happy Humpday!

Our Dog the Mental Case

As I’ve mentioned a few times already Lil is SUPER anxious and neurotic and awkward and ridiculous. She has multiple issues that could probably only be cured through doggy therapy but we don’t have money for that so we deal with her psychosis as best as we can.

When we take Lil for a walk, since we are in the city, we encounter a lot of people. Some of them are weird, some of them are normal and some of them are holding umbrellas. Lil doesn’t like any of the above. She doesn’t like anyone that she doesn’t know really. And to be honest, even the people she does know sometimes freak her out.

She has lived with us in the same apartment in the same building since we brought her home from the shelter. For anyone who lives/has lived in an apartment building, there tend to be certain people you see more often than others. There are people you are friendly with and there are people you kind of ignore (because they are old, and drunk and tend to look you up and down about 30 times while kindaaaa drooling). As far as the friendly people in our building go, some have dogs, but ALL of them adoreeee Lil. They have watched her grow up and interacted with her on a very regular basis. She’s deceivingly normal. (sidenote: Tom and I have nicknamed most people in the building ex. Nice Guy, Foreign Monopoly Man, Hot Wife) Last week, on our way out for our morning walk, Lil and I get in the elevator to find Scruffy Friendly Guy. As his name implies he’s very nice and scruffy and loves Lil. Sometimes Lil hates him, sometimes she’s curious but she typically kinda stays away. Today, she was sleepy and wanted to snuggle so she goes over and puts her head into his hand and steps on his foot with her paw. Too much cute, I know. He’s petting her and just dying that she’s allowing this. The elevator door opens and I start trying to walk to the door. NOPE. Lil needs to make sure Scruffy is coming too. So all three of us walk out of the building together.  After a few steps, I try to get Lil across the street to the designated doggy doodoo area. Again, no. Scruffy was staying on the right side and so was Lil. Now I have to worry about her peeing on the sidewalk and getting a citation from the management company. She finally stops to do her thang and Scruffy keeps walking. When he notices we have stopped, Scruffy turns and says goodbye and I wrap the leash around my hand, plant my feet and brace myself. Predictably, Lil tries to sprint after him. Not this time! My prep work and doggy mom instinct pay off aka I’m not being dragged down the street on my back while Lil sprints after Scruffy.

The look I get when I finally get her leash
off, because she is waiting for a cookie.
A few days later, Lil and I see Scruffy outside having a cigarette and Scruffy, clearly thinking he’s still Lil’s cuddle buddy, says hi to us. But, this time Lil is appalled. She looks at me like, “Mom, why is .. whoever the fuck that is talking to us? Do you know him?” Of course now I’m like fucking great, Lil’s not having it and he’s gonna try and pet her and she’s gonna flip out. And it’s gonna be confusing for him, traumatizing for Lil and embarrassing for me. So I say hi while half sprinting into the building. And of course, because my life is never simple, he puts out his cigarette and follows us in.  Now Lil’s doing the “walk quick and look back to see if the sketchy dude is still following you” thing that I didn’t realize dogs knew. We get in the elevator and he follows. Sick. Now we’re in an enclosed space and since our psycho dog is SOMEHOW irresistibly adorable, Scruffy is about to go in for the top-of-the-head pet. Her least favorite. He goes for it and she literally LEAPS backwards into me and I almost fall. Then the creepy elevator voice says “third floor” and I’m like “Sorry, I don’t know what her deal is…” as I get dragged down the hall by a thoroughly freaked out dog.

Best part of this? She gets into the apartment, makes an immediate decision and literally SPRINTS (I’m putting that in caps cuz this dog can run) into the other room and jumps on the couch so it tips backwards and SPRINTS back to me and then goes back to the couch. 8 times. Then grabs her leash in her mouth, has a fit of jumping and wiggling like she just fell onto a bed of mouse traps, (just picture it. Yes, she looked like that.) 
And she then goes back to sprinting.

Luckily, Tom was around for NONE of this so only I had to deal with craziness. Typical.


p.s. next time this happens I’ll try and film it so you really understand the crazy in action. Also if anyone knows of markers for dissociative identity disorder in dogs, let me know.