Monday, November 6, 2017

When Jelly Beans Go Rotten...

 To celebrate Brian's birthday, here is a chronicle of his brave event.
It went down like this: he bought a bunch of "dare you to eat it" jelly beans, with "good" and "bad" counter part flavors that looked the SAME!
After tentative bites off the ends of various colors, Brian (left), his brother Jeff, and I deemed the rotten milk, masquerading as delectable coconut cream, as the worst flavor.
The challenge? Three white jelly beans were laid on a napkin. The three of us each picked one up with the directive to eat the whole thing, no matter what. No spitting out. No matter what.
One, two, three, GO!

The two brothers got rotten milk jelly beans! They appeared to permeate their whole heart and soul, lingering long afterward. It was painful to watch. That's why I hid behind my camera, taking photo after photo through my tears. (It sounded like I was laughing, but honestly, crying sounds like laughter sometimes, doesn't it?) 

Guess who got the coconut cream?
C'est moi.
(T'was me.)
See? My boys are nice to me naturally. They don't even have to try.
But I already paid my dues. My trial by rotten milk occurred the summer after I turned 13. Running into the house, I grabbed a milk carton on the counter next to where my father stood, and poured a glass. So thirsty was I, that I chugged three huge gulps before tasting the sourness of the milk.
Pulling the glass away from my mouth, I made disgusted sounds while my father cried along in sympathy, his concern sounding oddly like laughter.
"Did you know the milk was rotten?" I demanded.
Feeling poisoned, I asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"It won't hurt you," he explained. "In fact, it was already partly digested so now your stomach doesn't have to work as hard."
That knowledge didn't make the milk taste any better.
Has reading this reminded you of a flavor you hate?
(I'm tossing in my bid for liver-hating.)
Is there anything you've learned to like to eat over the years? (I decided I liked onions when I turned 40, and avocados finally won me over when I was 50.)
So what are your worst/favorites?

Monday, October 23, 2017

Make You Wanna Jump?

These Big Boy leaves were gathered off Snow College campus, and prompted in me an initial desire to jump into the pile and throw them around.
But then I remembered my leaf-jumping days of yore, and how the crunchy fun was soon superseded by scratchy, dry leaf pieces sifting down the back of my shirt, making my skin itch horribly.
I would rather walk in leaves in high boots.
What about you? Are you still a leaf jumper? (Were you ever?)

Monday, October 16, 2017

Birthday Hair Bow

On the day I wore "the bow," a man asked me, "What's the occasion?"
Since I didn't of what "occasion" he was referring to, I gave him a blank look.
He gestured toward my head. "The bow. What's the occasion?"
I was truly surprised, because I hadn't thought my bow was noteworthy. I'd just worn it because I liked it and thought it went with my dress. 
(Doesn't it?)
 But judging by this man's question, my bow was NOT appropriate for general society. It was only appropriate in Shirley's World.
So searched my mind for a "normal" answer, unsure what that might be.
Finally, I pulled out of my brain, "It's my grandson's birthday." (Because it was.) Offering no explanation for why I would be wearing a gift bow on my grandson's birthday (shouldn't he be wearing it?) I left.

I didn't think the bow I put in my hair was weird at all, not until someone else commented on it as if it was out of the ordinary.
Tomorrow is my son, Scott's birthday. If I wore this bow to visit him, he wouldn't think it was weird at all.
(Come to think of it, I don't think any of my boys would think it was weird, at least not on my head.)
Do you wear what you want?
Or do you seek expert advice?

Monday, October 9, 2017

Patriotic Car For Sale

I thought this car I saw for sale in a parking lot employed an interesting sales tactic.
Do patriotic cars sell faster?
I wonder if this car is named after Paul Revere's horse.
(Do you name your cars?)

Monday, October 2, 2017

Bev at the Top of the World

It's my sister, Brave Bev's, birthday today! A few years ago, she was daring enough to climb up on top of this pyramid of family, including dad, brothers, brothers-in-law, and cousins.

Would she do it again today?
Why, yes, yes, she would.
Have you ever been in a pyramid of people? If so, did you manage to get down in an orderly fashion?
Or was it a free-for-fall? 

Monday, September 25, 2017

Sparkler Kids

As I drove by an urban structure, I saw these blue and purple kids herding a field of sparkling pinwheels.
The building looked like a house from the side, but I imagine it was something else, like a daycare center, even though I didn't see any signs. It could be someone's house.
Whatever it is, it looks like a fun place to be.
Even without going inside, the outside display inspires wonder and sparks creativity.
Did you ever play with a pinwheel?
If so, were you a purist who blew on the blades to make them spin? (Along with your spinning vision as you flirted with passing out.)
 Or were you the stick-it-in-front-of-the-blowing-fan, turbo blade kind of kid?

When Jelly Beans Go Rotten...

 To celebrate Brian's birthday, here is a chronicle of his brave event. It went down like this: he bought a bunch of "dare you ...