I was babysitting yesterday, and one of the little girls asked me if I would play rock paper scissors with her.

So, of course I said yes (I try to be a good babysitter lmao).

"Ready... set.. Go!" She says. "Rock.. Paper. Scissors.... DYNOMITE!!!!"

I stared at her, my hand frozen in scissor form. "Dynamite?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's awesome! It beats everything! I always use it!"

I don't remember there being a dynamite.. But I decided not to argue with her. And we kept on playing.

My question is: if dynamite beats everything, then why would anyone choose a different one?

Of all the energy drinks out there, I gotta say that Monster is my favorite. But it wasn't until last weekend that I had my first Mega Monster. Oh wow, what an experience...

Diane finally picked me up at 4:15 (OMG! She was 15 minutes late!!). We spent the whole car ride talking about hot guys (what else is there to talk about when you live in a small town?). Then Diane's mom, Rachel, made an observation that we were almost out of gas. When she pulls into the gas station she says "Here, Diane. Go get me a Mountain Dew, there should be enough for you to get a drink too!"

Inside the gas station we went, and when we reached the drink isle, I saw that they were out of the normal Monsters. Diane decided she would settle for a Rockstar. No, thanks. Rockstars do nothing for me. And then, I saw it! A giant 32 ounce container of Mega Monster. I knew I had to try it, after all, we were going to be up until 8 in the morning or later!

Me and Diane decided that we should just wait until we got to the basketball game to drink our energy. But about 5 minutes from the game, we broke down and opened them. Oh, it was the most amazing thing I had ever tasted!

As we were carrying our drinks with us up to the Conseco Feild House, I noticed a sign. It said "No food or drink from outside the building allowed in. Thank you for your cooperation." I nudged Diane and pointed at the sign. "Oh I'll show them cooperation! Cooperation right up their ------"

"DIANE!" I said, completely offended that she would ever disobey a polite sign that said thank you.

Rachel turned and looked at us. Hurry up girls. We're going inside in 2 minutes. Just then the doors to the Feild House opened. Me and Diane rushed to the trash cans and chugged down our energy drinks. Let me tell you, chugging a Mega Monster is not fun. But afterwards every time I burped it tasted like Monster!

I can't wait for another one of those!

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So, I went shopping with my grandma today. I forgot how crazy that old lady could be!

We started off by going to this Mexican restaraunt with the hottest waiter I've ever seen my whole entire life. Oh em gee! I think he liked me too. He kept staring at me. He was probably atleast twenty. That's kinda creepy. But he even offered to get me a fresh cup of Coke in a to-go cup. He even brought me a new straw! Isn't that sweet?

But that grandma of mine opened up her  mouth and said really loud "Mary Grace, you're not going to dump Scott for this guy are you?" I gave her a very confused look. "I see you flirting with that guy!" Then she turns to him and says "Now, Sir, I think you are a very nice waiter, but my grandaughter is a minor. You could get arrested. Stay away from her, she has a nice boyfriend. Infact, they're practically engaged!"

At which point, I conviently had a brief asthma attack to cover up anything else she might have wanted to say. That poor waiter. Any chance I would've had with him is now gone.......

So, when we got back to my house, Dad was the only one home. He asked how our shopping trip went. The first thing Grandma says is "We are never going to that Mexican restaurant again. There's nobody but pedophiles working there!" Then she went into some long exaggerated story about some disgusting-looking young fellow was hitting on me. She even told him that he had asked me to come back and grab a beer with him! My poor dad was horrified.

The moral of the story: never go to Mexican restaurants with your grandma!