The Secret In-N-Out Burger Menu

In-N-Out Burger has a secret unpublished menu for insiders who are in-the-know.

Next time you're at In-N-Out (i.e. tomorrow . . . or maybe tonight), order a bag of these off-the-menu specials:

"3-by-3" = three meat patties and three slices of cheese.

"4-by-4" = four meat patties and four slices of cheese.

"2-by-4" = two meat patties and four slices of cheese.

*Note: You may get a burger with the exact number of meat patties or cheese slices you want (up to 4x4). Just tell the In-N-Out Burger cashier how many meat patties and how much cheese you want and that is what you'll get! For instance, if you want 4 pieces of meat and 3 pieces of cheese tell them you want a "4-by-3."

"Double Meat" = like a Double Double without cheese.

"3 by Meat" = three meat patties and no cheese.

"Animal Style" = the meat is cooked and fried with mustard and then pickles are added, extra spread and grilled onions are added.

"Animal Style Fries" = fries with cheese, spread, grilled onions and pickles (if you ask for them).

"Protein Style" = for all you low-carbohydrate dieters, this is a burger with no bun (wrapped in lettuce).

"Flying Dutchman" = two meat patties, two slices of melted cheese and nothing else - not even a bun!

Fries "Well-Done" = extra crispy fries . . . even better than the regular!

Fries "Light" = opposite of fries well-done, more raw than most people like 'em

"Grilled Cheese" = no meat, just melted cheese, tomato, lettuce and spread on a bun.

"Veggie Burger" = burger without the patty or cheese. Sometimes we call this the "Wish Burger."

"Neapolitan" Shake = strawberry, vanilla and chocolate mixed together.

The friendly employees of In-N-Out Burger will take your special order without question, if you use the right terminology. The printed receipt will have your special request typed on it just as we said it.

Try it! Your friends will be amazed.

I Went To McDonalds

The school is asking all the first graders to write short stories and are publishing them to share with the other students and staff. I had a chance to see a completed copy of Kirby's 1st short story. It is based on a true story. So here you go...

I Went To McDonalds
by Kirby Hale

Dedicated to my mom, Donna Hale

I went to McDonalds. It was fun because I was going to get a hamburger.

I got into a fight with my brother. I did not get a hamburger.

All my brothers got hamburgers and we went home. Do you know why I did not get a hamburger?

I got into a fight with my brother.

Now, this could have easily been another story called "I Went To 31 Flavors". You just need exchange a few words like McDonalds and hamburger, for 31 Flavors and ice cream.

I was thinking that he will probably take this "published" story to his therapist when he is older. I try to set some boundaries and he likes to push me. Maybe he's beginning to get it, since he did not blame "me" for not getting a hamburger. Let's just hope so.

Missing my Fudge

Seems that I forgot an important part of the holiday this year. FUDGE! I know that we had snow and rain and flooding, but that's no excuse for forgetting this decadent scrumptious holiday goodie.

Now, my only dilemma is "what" kind of fudge am I making. Do I make the Festive Fudge recipe from Borden (with sweet condensed milk) or the Fantasy Fudge from Kraft (with marshmallows). Hum?

Here's a recipe my sister Luann told me about. Maybe I'll try it.

See's Fudge Ingredients
2 cups Pecans chopped
10 each Large marshmallows quartered
1 stick Butter
2 cups Sugar
1 teaspoon Vanilla
1 small can Evaporated milk
1 1/2 cups Semisweet chocolate chips

Instructions:

Coat a platter or dish with butter. Put the first 5 ingredients in a medium sized mixing bowl. Mix the evaporated milk and sugar in a medium sized sauce pan and heat to a low boil, stirring constantly. Continue boiling and stirring for 6 minutes. Immediately pour the milk and sugar mixture over the chocolate chip mixture in the bowl and begin mixing. Mix well until all the marshmellows are completely melted. Pour the fudge on to the buttered platter and refrigerate until firm. Lick that spoon! Yum..... After the candy hardens, cut into cubes and serve. Store in the refrigerator.

Dogbook

It's official. Zoey has her own page on Dogbook. Please check it out and join. She also has two new groups. One called GeoDogs and the other USS Abraham Lincoln ALFA Dogs. Show your support.

She is very lonely and missing her sailor. She's busy right now, burying a dingo in a blanket, trying to keep her spirits up.

http://apps.new.facebook.com/dogbook/profile/view/5456864

Yes.. I mean No

I have got to learn how to me a "NO' person. This "YES" thing is killing me. Then applying the "KISS" principle backfires into a WAIADM. KISS you all know means: Keep It Simple Stupid. WAIADM means What Am I A Door Mat?

Now, I've never heard of the Kitchen Sink Syndrome, but clearly my latest project has dishes piled up in it. KSS is where the scope of the project is not clearly defined. It just gets bigger, as the tasks keep getting added to the stack. I still have the same deadline. Ugh!

I'm just frustrated because clearly there was a lack of communication. Yes, Eric was right about the email thingy. The back and forth, exchanging information, and you can lose sight of your original idea. One little tiny phone could have saved me from KSS. And I hate doing dishes, almost as much as doing laundry in my house.

So today is a new day. I've had a cup of coffee, made the calls needed to put out the fires, and I'm now just waiting for those who need to call me back, to do so. Shari, you were right... I should have called Eric.

Get along little doggie

Now it's about time you got to know our littlest baby. I'm sure you are wondering why in the world would I get a tiny little chihuahua when I happen to have four wild & rowdy six year olds. It's because I'm crazy! I'm crazy for this dog.

She is the sweetest thing. And dang it, she's smart too. She has to be. She has survived almost four months of pure terror.

Just getting her was hard enough. I spent some time hanging on the fence about it. I had to find good homes for my last two dogs. They were too much to handle and big barkers. Luckily, I have two great friends who wanted them. I felt really guilty about it, too. Todd leaves for deployment and it's bad enough that I get rid of his two junker cars out front, then I get rid of his dogs, too. I sorta kinda missed them, then I just thought of those calls from the home association asking me to do something about the barking. A no brainer, huh?

My sister has a real sweet chihuahua named Boo. Cheryl and Boo moved out during the springtime after living with us for 4-5 years. I missed Boo (ha ha). She was a sweetie. I wanted a little lap dog just like her.

So, while I was on vacation in Hurricane, UT, visiting my folks, I'd sit and read the paper each morning. There's not much else to do, it's so dang hot there. I mean, I would read that sucker front to back, do the crossword (I hate crosswords), and even read the classifieds. So, no wonder the pet section caught my eye. I was looking at all the ads, even the cat section and I definitely didn't want another cat. I was so bored, figured it would hurt to just go and see a few puppies. Right?

Well, I almost ended up with a little adorable yorkie. But it was way too much money and Todd said something to me about how he just wants to kick those kind of dogs. Ouch! Kinda mean, huh? I think it's all the long hair, hairspray and ribbons. I just didn't want to ask him why. Maybe he watched too much StarTrek as a kid and had bad dreams about Tribbles.

Now, I was honest and I had been talking to Todd about getting another dog, a really small little dog. He said something to me about wanting a black and white dog, like the one my friends had. It was a fox terrier. Now, I thought heck there's an ad for black and white chihuahuas and within my price range - same thing. Bingo! So, I got her!!!

Now during the first month, we've had some close calls, one trip to the ER vet, and one long night of crying and beating myself up. Why in the world would I get such a small dog, when I have four maniac children??? I prayed to God to help me and I vowed to protect her, but she's got it all figured out herself.

She is one of the toughest dogs I've ever been around. She is lightening fast and able to outrun four pairs of feet. She will bite the crap out you, if you stick your grubby pizza face in hers (maybe not, but she growls really loud). She can take on three biggie size cats and make them all run back into their hidy-hole of a master bedroom. She'll also clean your back teeth and the inside of your nose, if you are nice to her. If you visit my home, she will make you the center of her world (and I'm chopped liver until you leave).

Zoey is one smart cookie and she's staying. Now I just have to teach her how to wrangle and herd the boys into bed at night. Heck, I don't need the Supernanny. I've got Zoey.

Bitchy people

Oooh, I'm mad. Just at those people who can talk to you like you're a piece of crap. I have a habit of trying to say something nice, but it comes out all wrong. Like, "Wow, when is your baby due" to a fat lady. I did something like this today and didn't have a clue that what I wrote in an email that came out all wrong.

Then out of nowhere, the reply comes back, spewing burning fire and tiny poison needles. Like I'm supposed to just take it all in and not say anything. Never hearing an "I'm sorry", even after the incident was resolved. Oh, I apoligized, but the sender never did. Ouch, that hurts.

What is it with people?? It's okay to email or text message this way?? Is is alright to break up with someone this way?? When did we stop talking to one another? You can't hear the real meaning behind the message.

I doubt she realizes what she did to me hurt, just as much as I hurt her. We'll see. I guess I'll just have to wait until hell freezes over for that I'm sorry.

Well in the meantime, I'm taking my advice from Kathy Griffin and shout out that she can just SUCK IT! That makes me feel good. It feels good saying that, I like the sound and the hand gestures I make when I say it. I'm not taking this from her. I'm not letting her dump all over me and make me feel like I'm the bad guy. Donna the doormat ain't home, so she can just SUCK IT!!

Wow, I'm not mad anymore.