Nestle, Please don't take my Cinnamon Kit Kat away ...

Until now, I really haven't given much thought to the limited release chocolate bars that are absolutely everywhere. But, I have developed an addiction and that addiciton is the Cinnamon Kit Kat. I have always been a Kit Kat fan and I thought with the introduction of the Kit Kat Chunky, there was no way Nestle could make it better. But, they have ... behold ...

It is heaven. I love the combination. This chocolate bar has inspired me to add cinnamon to anything and everything that I make with chocolate.

It's been available for a few months now, just long enough to get me completely hooked. Nestle please, please, PLEASE don't take my Kit Kat away! I am not sure what limited edition means exactly, or how long it will be available. I know it has its' naysayers, but, I am starting my campaign here and now to make the Cinnamon Kit Kat a staple! Please, even if you've never tried it or, if you (*gasp*) don't like it, write Nestle and ask them to keep this product on the shelves.

Thanks! I need all the help I can get.

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(okay insert words: for those of you who didn't watch Rockstar:Supernova, you may not think it's as cool...)

Belated Blog

Okay, I didn’t have time to write this earlier so here goes…

What’s wrong with this world when people in the suburbs can’t stop to help a girl out of the snowbank? All she wanted to do was get some gas… in fact, she was only five feet from the actual gas pump. That also means she was five feet away from you, filling your big soccer-mom-earth-killing-kyoto-sucking SUVs at the surrounding gas pumps watching her being stuck. Watching her drive back and forth trying to dig her own way out of the snow rut because you wouldn’t help her. Watching her grind her gears and stall after 10 minutes of frustrating back and forth snowbank maneuvers because YOU wouldn’t help her drive up the small incline to the gas pump. This means you mr and mrs suburbia. This also means you ms. condo neighbor-too-good-to-say-thank-you when your co-neighbor pushes you out of a snowbank and all that comes out of your garbage can mouth is “ughhh who parked their car there?” in a your rude valley-girl voice (note: we do not live in the valley, this is Saskatchewan; also note: that “car” was also stuck, have some compassion).

What is right with this world is when two locals from the $2.50 drinks TC bar (that for all anyone knows could have been hopped up on crystal meth by the looks of the strange orange bags under their eyes) outside a girl’s office run to push her out before she could even get stuck...cigarettes in mouth and all! The kindness of these two unknown strangers, that to the rest of the world may appear daunting, surpassed that of anything offered by mr and mrs suburbia. If that’s what it takes to live in the suburbs, count me out. However, a note to those living in the suburbs, this is indeed Saskatchewan and sorry to break the news…but your suburb isn’t really a true suburb (if you have ever been to a city larger than 1 million people you will know what I am talking about) so try to act more like the kind people from Saskatchewan that we are known for across the world or please just move to Calgary, they deserve you. Amen.

Before I forget...

To all those who choose to drive in the following:

(1) Company Vehicles
(2) Vehicles with your company logo
(3) Vehicles with your website and/or contact details displayed

... I salute you! Way to be so daring. Especially when you choose to drive like complete a**holes and enrage other drivers along the way! This is either a brilliant way to get your company recognized or probably the worst idea ever. This means you: autocolor collision. You can bet that I won't be going there anytime soon... Thanks for the rock chip last week on Circle Drive when you passed me like an idiot going 130 in a 90 zone. Much appreciated.

Moral of the story: Perhaps, think twice before displaying your company's ID on your vehicle or letting idiot drivers drive you company vehicles, cuz you just never know when it might come back to bite you in the a**.