It has been an unfortunately long amount of time since my last post, so I thought that I would just write a few mini-posts—snippets if you will—about any recent happenings that seem even remotely blogworthy. So here you go…
A Whale of a Tail: Forgive the crude designation I will soon apply to a spectacular visual Marc and I beheld yesterday while driving through Broad Ripple. (You’ll get what I mean soon enough.) As we drove down Broadripple Avenue past La Joya, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye that was astounding. Just to the right of our car, perched at near-eye level on the outdoor patio was a full on whale tail. For those of you who are not familiar with what that is…just picture an obtrusive view of one’s scanty underthings emerging from the back of one’s pants. Think Sisqo’s song—okay, if I must say it…it’s a thong protruding from a person’s jeans! I’m sure you’ve all had to bear witness to such atrocities before. (I almost made Marc drive back around the block so that I could snap a picture and include it as my Wacky Wednesday Photo Fun, but Marc decided that might be too voyeuristic.) Typically, the whale tail is displayed by wayward teenagers who think it’s cool. But, as Marc noted, “That was a mom!” And, as I noted, it was way too far out of the lady’s jeans for her not to at least be feeling a bit of a breeze that might call for a short pause and a “hmmm…why do my my cheeks feel so, I don’t know, exposed?” Put that away, lady. Put…that…away.
Revoltingly Sweet…Yet Surprisingly Addictive!: Troy and I just entertained a five or so minute conversation about “sugar cereals” this morning. And he came up with a rather poignant observation—whether you were deprived of sugar cereals (Troy’s childhood) or allowed sugar cereals (My childhood) as a kid, you still crave sugar cereals down the road. Between the two of us, we managed to list off about 15 cereals that fit the bill. Cocoa Pebbles, Trix, Apple Jacks, Fruit Loops, Honeycomb, Corn Pops, Cookie Crisp….this list goes on and on. I have always been a cereal fan. Growing up, that’s what I ate for breakfast just about every morning. And today, I admit that I still buy cereal to eat in the evenings when I get a sweet tooth. Usually, I will refrain from going too far overboard and try to stick with cereals that have some redeemable qualities—Frosted Mini-Wheats or Fruity Cheerios (a nice hybrid between good-for-you Cheerios and not-so-good-for-you Trix)—but I did buy a box of Star-O-Saurus the other day (the store brand of Lucky Charms). Mmm…marshmallow-y goodness!
Soy Dream Come True: I am an ice cream-aholic. Seriously, if I allowed myself, I could eat it almost every day. However, my cholesterol level—yes, I have the skinny body/bad cholesterol issue—dictates that every day ice cream eating is not necessarily in the best interest of my overall health. So, in my search for reasonable alternatives…I stumbled upon Soy Dream “ice cream.” Yes, ice cream is in quotes because it’s not really ice cream. It’s soy cream…I guess. And no, it’s not disgusting. In fact, the Chocolate Brownie Soy Dream is just about my favorite thing ever. We get it at the Sunflower Market in Broad Ripple, and it tastes good enough that I generally have to give myself a pep talk to stop eating it. “Mango…put the spoon down. You can do it. Good girl.” Just thought I would offer a little product endorsement and a shout out for the best
ice soy cream ever!
Putting that Bottle Rocket Where the Sun Don’t Shine: That’s what Marc and I were ready to do to a few raucous neighborhood boys yesterday who decided that May 29th was the new July 4th. From the time that I got home until late into the evening, we were treated to the sounds of firecrackers being exploded inside of soda cans. Lovely. As the evening wore on, they switched over to bottle rockets, which were actually being launched towards neighbor’s houses. It’s always hard for Marc and me, because we realize that kids will be kids. And as Marc revealed, boys love fireworks. He said that he and his friends probably would have done the same thing when they were young. The difference, as he pointed out, is that when he was younger his parents—or someone’s parents—would have put the smack down on shooting them at people’s homes or firing off an excessive and annoying number of firecrackers. Not wanting to be the bitchy neighbor lady…I let it slide. Not so for our neighbor who eventually called the cops. You gotta do what you gotta do.