Icy Ice Cream

Nothing better than ice cream in the summer and the fact that it is national ice cream month somewhere in the world makes it even better….. I love ice cream!!

Sitting here thinking about the ice cream makes me think back to the long summer days when I was a kid and the great ice cream that I ate, and the big event of going out somewhere to have an ice cream was indescribable, because it was such a treat and so it made having ice cream all the better.

Nowadays, I don’t think ice cream is a real treat anymore like it was back then. Ice cream brought a highlight into my week and it was something to look forward to and I know it was the same for my friends too. Ice cream was special for us….

There was one place I remember that had soft ice cream …. The big choice: chocolate or vanilla but you could have a topping on the ice cream cone or a sundae with some hard to describe super sweet topping of either chocolate or strawberry … Not that the toppings weren’t made of artificial ingredients as was the fad back then… it was simply a great tasting treat and who cared about what it was made of…. I only saw the ice cream and the topping and it was great!!!

Or there was some other place not far from our house, where you could go into the ice cream parlor and sit down and order a sundae and it was served in a glass looking like a big wine glass (I felt so sophisticated and grown-up) , two scoops of ice cream and gobs of hot fudge poured over it and some whipped cream and topped off with a cherry…. That was the ultimate in the ice cream world in my eyes back then…..

Though there was some stiff completion out there as to where had the best ice cream and those places were on the ball when it came to creating something using ice cream!

Some ingeniously integrated ice cream into their menu with the root beer float that had a scoop of vanilla ice cream in a glass of root beer, or the other one; a glass of soda pop and a scoop of ice cream in it. That was living at its best and nothing could possibly be better than that in the summer.

Ice cream seemed to have some special meaning for me and my friends and when we got old enough to go to the place on our bikes where we could buy ourselves an ice cream cone, we knew then and there that we were adults and knew how to enjoy life with our ice cream cone in our hand, and after we finished eating the cone ride back home from our big adventure …. The world was ours and that was because of the great ice cream cone that we had just eaten! I love ice cream

Ice cream still tastes great and nowadays there are lots of flavors to choose from, so there is a sort for everyone. How many flavors there are I can’t tell you, but it is a lot!

Either way, somehow ice cream always seems to bring back great memories and eating ice cream is one great thing a lot of us seem to have in common. Enjoy your ice cream!

I Have To Ask My Bra Today…..

The world is changing and isn’t as I imagined it might be and now there’s some mention of a bra that sends signals to prevent me from eating chocolate or other such great stuff when I am feeling a tad stressed…. Where’s all the fun in life going …. Cheers!!

I do not what to wear a bra with some electronic equipment built into it and it senses that “oh dear… my wearer seems to be getting in a tizzy.” Now bra send a signal to the wearer warning her that she should under no circumstances get the idea to eat chocolate or junk food…. Party pooper!!

What do I do now?? I can’t let my bra get the best of me and control my life. I am in charge here and not my bra!! Plus what would happen if I ignored those signals and went to the store and bought myself 2 candy bars and ate them both…. Anyone know the answer? I sure don’t!! But I would feel better after eating the chocolate and who cares what my bra thinks!!

I am sure there is some scientific nonsense behind the system but I wonder how do you wash such bras in the washing machine and are the bras nice looking or are they so ugly looking that if you were seen in your bra the guy looking at you would get a heart attack because the bra is so ugly.. Or what sort of signal does the bra send off when you’re feeling in the mood?? Will the bra blow a fuse and short circuit? I don’t want to get electrocuted by my own bra just because I am in the mood… The dangers of wearing a bra seem to be lurking everywhere!

A further thought about these bras is are they guaranteed, because I am sure they would cost more than $10.00 and I wouldn’t want to buy one and after a short time the electronic system breaks down… Then what?? How will I know when I need my chocolate bar, because the signal isn’t being sent from my bra? Plus how heavy are those bras and are they figure shaped and not with ugly bulges appearing where they shouldn’t be.

There I am out with friends and we are sitting in a bar and a guy comes over and says to me.. “Ah I can see you are wearing one of those sensor bras, because of the way you look there”. Now what would my bra tell me… Punch the guy or remain cool??? Could the bra answer that question based on its sensors??? I want facts here no BS

A really scary thought is what happens if the batteries are running low and you can’t recharge them or are there bra recharger stations in the ladies rooms that you can use to recharge your bra for only $1.50 a minute…. I feel saved now; I wouldn’t want to be out and about and then be told by the sensors in my bra that the batteries are losing their charge… I could scream!!!

Though I will try to manage my life as I have been for the last….. years; just wearing normal bras without sensors and using my brain to tell me whether or not I should eat some chocolate or not.

Gals enjoy your life & chocolate bar(s) because we only live once!

The Chocolate Bunny

It was brought to my attention that Easter is just around the corner and hopefully the Easter bunny will find his way to my place with his GPS tracking system.

I can remember when I was a kid that was a great time of year and I believed that the Easter bunny visited our house not like kids now-a-days not believing in anything. And if the weather was warm enough we could search for Easter eggs outside; though I did have to be pretty fast because if I wasn’t our dog Cesar would find the chocolate eggs before me and eat them paper and all. The amazing part was that Cesar never got sick from eating so much chocolate with paper and if he did I never noticed it.

But I can remember one Easter that was really cold and the snow was still on the ground so that meant no looking for chocolate eggs outside. But that didn’t dampen my spirits because I knew the Easter bunny would come to my house and hide some chocolate eggs anyways.

Like always I got up early hoping to get a glimpse of the Easter bunny but no luck. The Easter bunny was like Santa Claus you never saw either of them but they always left you something great!

Well, on this cold Easter Sunday I thought I found all the small chocolate eggs and was enjoying myself eating them before breakfast. As they always said “start the day off right with a nutritious breakfast.” Well I was!!!

Anyways, the day went on and was over and Monday arrived. My parents never notice that I never found the large chocolate Easter bunny nor did I know anything about it. And since it was Monday my mom like always washed the cloths and once the washing machine was finished threw all the cloths into the wonderful dryer and you guessed it -> my chocolate Easter bunny was hidden in the dryer…

The kitchen seemed to fill-up with the lovely smell of melting chocolate and at first I thought “WOW, mom’s baking something” but quickly realized that wasn’t so. But I could still smell chocolate. My mom came into the kitchen and asked me what I was up to? I told her that I thought she was baking cookies but she said no and that I shouldn’t be in the kitchen.

I didn’t give-up so fast and asked what are you baking because it smells so good and then it dawned on my mom and she asked me “ Did you eat your large chocolate Easter bunny?” I said: No, I didn’t know the Easter bunny brought me one. My mom turned white as a sheet and opened the dryer to see all the freshly washed laundry covered in chocolate. I was devastated when I saw that and asked my mom why did the Easter bunny put my chocolate bunny in the dryer?

My poor mom was speechless but came up with a quick answer saying that the Easter bunny was afraid of Cesar and was worried that he would eat the chocolate bunny.
I was young enough to believe the story but my poor mom had to rewash all the cloths and scrape all the chocolate out of the dryer and never again was a chocolate bunny hidden in the dryer.