Sunday, March 26, 2006

I'm Addicted...

It's really sad, but they say you should face your addictions, tell someone, get help. Well, I'm telling you all and I'm handing the car keys to DH.

I'm addicted to Chipotles Burrito Bols and Quik-Trip's Rooster Booster Lite.


Stop laughing, this is a serious problem. (I see you sniggering behind your hand!) Ahhhh, there's nothing like a huge bowl of rice, black beans, spicy steak, 2 kinds sauce (mild/medium & corn), sour cream, cheese and lettuce! I'm in heaven!

It started out so simple. About twice a year when we needed to pick up/drop off someone at the airport an hour away, we would stop at the scrapbooking store up that way, since it was the only one I knew of around here. It just happened to have a Chipotle's next door, so it was a double treat to stop!

Then I found one about 17 mins away in a shopping area I didn't frequent much. But when I discovered it had Chipotles, I found reasons to go to THAT shopping area instead of closer ones. Just this week, I looked up haircutting places for my daughter NEAR that Chipotles, instead of just going here in town. *you can roll your eyes here*

Then my DH got me a GC to scrapbooking store he found, about 23 mins away. I decided I would go to their monthly scrapbooking crops for 'time to myself'. The first time I went, I was glancing around at the exit for the store, for a McDs to get dinner at. Guess what had a shining beacon magically 'glowing' around it, lighting it up like an oasis? Yep, you guessed it. A Chipotles. So now, when I go to crops, Chipotles is my first stop.

In the meantime, the Quik-Trip between here and church got Rooster Booster Lite (RBL). DD discovered it, since we were lo-carbing at the time. I fell in love and would baby-talk my DH almost everytime on the way home from church 'are you sure you don't need to stop at QT for something? Anything? We need gas, don't we?' Me, who hates to leave the house, would make occasional trips out to specifically go get RBL!

Well, this week, my goose was cooked. Charbroiled right there in the middle of Friday. Fried like a bug on the sidewalk in the desert. Down the street from my church (8 mins from my house), they opened a Chipotles. DD is excited it shares a building wtih Starbucks (which I've never had in my life). I've been to Chipotles Friday, Saturday and now today... It's really sad.


I need a 12 step program for this addiction. You all can quit laughing now, you KNOW you have a similar problem. I challenge you to post your addiction as a comment. Come on, chicken?!

(By the way, DH just left for church and I handed him money for a RBL. I'm pathetic!)

6 comments:

Contessa Kris said...

Thanks hubby.

Anonymous said...

Kris we went to Chipolte's Friday night by SD around 7:30 PM and we were so excited to eat there (we just discovered it) and it was closed! For no apparent reason...just a sign on the door stating they were sorry for our inconvenience! Hoping this isn't a for good thing and maybe a health inspection that wasn't good or something! Good gosh who knows! But we really wanted a huge burrito that night!

Contessa Kris said...

ACK! That's the one I go to when I go to crop! It better not be out of business, although I think if they were, they would say so. Wonder if someone got hurt or something... hmmm... DH said he would run by tomorrow to check it out.

Anonymous said...

Is paracristo your husband? He looks so young!

Contessa Kris said...

Well he looks scary above, but if you go click on his picture, you'll see a better pic I just changed for him (after I saw he had posted with the scary picture! lol) He'll enjoy the 'young' comment. He is 38.

Anonymous said...

Apparently everyone else is either a "chicken," as you say, or living in denial. I take your challenge, Kris!

Hello, my name is Trisha. I am hopelessly addicted to a specific blend of green tea with jasmine. It all started with innocent tea bags, but quickly progressed to the 1 lb. loose leaf tin. Sip. I mean, Sigh.

My children and husband say my other addiction is paper, but that's just a nasty rumor . . .