This sweeping fad covers most of Utah. It's called 'if you own it then you better put a headband on it'. Babies everywhere are starting to revolt. It's an anti-hair accessory movement and these kiddos are serious as a heart attack about it.
So I made Jana my coach. I decided to ask her permission whenever I wanted a Coke. She would be my gatekeeper so to speak.
Here's our conversation from yesterday...
Marla: Can I have a Diet Coke Lime?
Jana: Yes you may, thanks for asking.
Marla: That is the WRONG ANSWER.
Jana: But it tastes so good.
That crisp taste....mmmmm. Have some.
Marla: STOP IT! YOU WICKED MONKEY!
Later that day, while shopping at Wal-Mart, I picked up a 12 pack of Diet Coke Lime. Emily called and I told her my dilemma. She said put it back. Don't even start. Put. It. Back.
So right there, in the office supply section, I put the Coke back (yes, I'm one of those people, those insensitive people that stick stuff in random aisles when they decide they don't want it) and wheeled on my way.
I then emailed Jana when I got back to work...
Marla: You're fired. I hired Emily as my coach.
Jana: I am drinking a cold tasty diet coke w/ lime,
what are you drinking?
Marla: This is war.
Moral? Is there one? There's always a moral.
The moral is: Pick a good coach. And sneak a few Cokes from time to time.
I think I'll go have a Diet Coke Lime. The End.
We took the kiddos to Dairy Queen on Saturday after we visited the very overcrowded Como Zoo. We got icecream cones and they went a little nuts. Jake would not give me a bite of his icecream sundae and then used his hands to protect his chocolate and carmel so I couldn't sneak any of it. I tried to grab the icecream cone out of Zayah's hand but grunting noises and a red little face stopped me from doing so. In my defense, I was just trying to stop the dripping. After wiping off the cone, I gave it back to him and he smiled at me with those big blue eyes and leaned over toward my white shirt and opened his mouth and gave it a big "MWAH". That'll teach me to mess with his cone.
I went to the grocery store after that. With my chocolate DQ battle scar worn proudly ~ my badge of courage. I didn't even care that my shirt was probably beyond saving. It was so worth it.
And then I remembed one fine woman, who married one fine man and they were all kinds of good for each other and for the world.
I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.
I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.
I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.
I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived
When I was a kid, we would go to TCBY for treats. It was kind of a big deal. There were so many options for toppings -- sprinkles, chocolate chips & candy.
My family got over TCBY when they discovered Dole Whip. You can only get it in Florida or California at Disneyland/world and Hawaii. But, once a year, the Minnesota State Fair comes around and it is sold there. That's when you can find my sisters, lining up 2 to 3 times and getting their fill.
Since I seem to be talking about fake ice cream, let's add another one to the list - Culver's lemon ice. Yum. It has just the right amount of sweet and tart plus it's light and practically all water anyway.
But, getting down to business... here is the real stuff I love. And I could eat it every day if God would've made me a boy.
Chocolate peanut butter ice cream by Häagen-Dazs. YUM.
Or how about Ben & Jerry's half baked?
or Culver's Turtle Sundae, which was introduced to me by
my dear Aunt Loda and I've never been the same since...
And don't you love the part in Return to Me where they go out
on their date and get ice cream and she says to him
Who knew that a place with to-die-for-pancakes also had super fun stuff. Instead of buying cookies at the front counter (to super delish lemon frosted sugar cookies), I found these little bath puppets for Eva. At $3.95 each, they are a steal of a deal. Who said money can't buy happiness? They are so totally wrong.