Things That Are Rad- Peanut Butter Pretzels

Alright. I have been a terrible blogger. People have yelled at me. Really, I'm not just trying to allude to a fictional fan base to make you think I am cool. One of these people may have been my mother. Another may have been a fellow blogger and friend. There were others too, ok? ;)

Anyhow- to kick my blog ass back into gear, I bring you.... "Things That Are Rad" Mondays. Let's face it. Mondays blow. Today was especially a doozie. So, instead of being tempted to bitch about the latest irritant, I will instead focus on something that makes me happy. Today- peanut butter filled pretzels. Have you had them? INCREDIBLE.

I want to say that I was first introduced to these little gems during college. It had to be then. Someone probably brought them into the dorm, or the sorority house and we all munched while watching the latest One Tree Hill or Dawson's Creek. This is of course, before everyone on One Tree Hill started sleeping with each other. I digress.

These are the perfect blend of salty and sweet. I've never had much of a sweet tooth, so this really hits the spot for me. I bought some a few weeks ago, when I went on a camping trip. For those who only know me through cyberland, just know that everyone who knows me in real life would be laughing at reading that I went camping. Since I was going out into the wilderness, I needed to bring some comfort foods. Thank you Costco! I bought the big tub, and I was really the only one that ate any. I packed them in a box and put them away.... fast forward to tonight. I looked in the cupboard, and guess what stared right back at me?

I ate about 25. Probably more than the suggested serving size.

What is your favorite snack?

memories... light the corner of my mind

This afternoon, I have been working on some of those boring tasks that you put at the bottom of the to-do list. Always a great way to spend a Friday afternoon. Keeps me out of trouble at least.

While working on these mundane tasks, I need to listen to music to keep me going. There is an album that I haven't listened to in pretty much forever: Plain White Tee's, Every Second Counts. The funny thing about it is that I cannot listen to this album without thinking about what was going on in my life at the time , and how different things are now- how much I learned about myself, etc. And that was just two years ago.

I have that kind of connection to music. I can't hear Johnny Mathis without smiling, imagining my Grandma singing incredibly off key but with all her heart. Can't hear "Drops of Jupiter" without thinking of sorority recruitment in college , and how much I loved all those girls. I hear "Don't Worry Be Happy," and think of the 1st grade field trip to the petroglyphs - my mom was a chaperon and drove us in the new van.

Sometimes I wonder what other people think of when they hear certain songs. Feel free to comment with any of your personal faves.