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Somewhere along my life I was programmed to think I did not like cereal. Oatmeal was cheaper and more filling. Then I started watching Seinfeld, and they enjoyed their cereal, and they could afford it. Post Cereal supported our family for many years, and still is.
Apparently there is something to be said for eating cereal out of a BIG bowl. I missed this because I was programmed to think I didn't like cereal, so this phenomenon was new to me. Somehow Connie got to this age and I didn't know she liked cereal in a big bowl, too, and that bothers me. But she has not grasped the TRUE concept of a BIG bowl yet. Tammy has perfected this eating cereal out of a BIG bowl because she uses a serving bowl, and enjoys every mouthful.
I am pretty sure it doesn't matter what you put in the bowl. FYI, I will be having Lucky Charms because they are Mystical and Magical. I think it is how you take it out of the bowl that counts, and maybe who you eat it with.
This morning I tried out this theory and it was a good thing. It was whimsical and magical: my Lucky Charms and banana and whole milk. I don't even like milk, but if I am going to eat cereal, I have have to have whole milk. Maybe that is why I have never experienced this before because I never bought whole milk...another thing the doctors say is bad for you. DON'T LISTEN TO THEM! They will take away all the good things in life such as biscuit gravy and pie. When we go home we will be eating a BIG bowl of cereal with Tammy, because she has perfected this art and enjoys every minute of it.
Pie is another thing that I have decided is not bad for you. People can eat as much pie as they want as long as it is not mine. Aunt Margie's pie is the best. She doesn't even ask; she knows I love pie. It doesn't even matter what kind because she knows I love pie, and it is always wonderful. Last night we ate her homemade red raspberry pie with raspberries that were picked off of the bush just before the frost. She woke up early to make me a fresh pie before coming to see me. This tired little woman of the Lord dragged herself out of bed to make my pie because she knew I wanted one.
I have seem people on TV go into diners and order pie. That is something I cannot buy into. What if that was the day Aunt Margie brought me a pie and I couldn't eat it because I had already bought somebody else's pie in a diner? Those in the diner seem to enjoy their pie. They must not have someone to make them pie. They will have to go out there and find their own pie makers. Aunt Margie can't be expected to make pie for everyone!
Grandma Kyes taught me the fine art of making pie, and I have made a lot of pies myself, but eating your own pie is not the same. We never had pie at home; we always ate cobbler, and they were bubbly gooey biscuty and wonderful. I like cobbler too.
So, let's talk about others bringing me the necessary ingredients for pie. Uncle Don would call me from Meijer to see how much rhubarb I needed to make a pie for him and one for me. They told him not to have pie, but I made it anyway because he liked it. Daryl would show up at all hours of the night or day with any type of berries making sure I had enough to make a pie for him and one for Gary and I. Pam makes two pies at Thanksgiving, and if she doesn't need them she always gives one to Gary and I.
I have passed on my pie skills to Connie who has passed them on to Gretchen now. Gretchen makes a mean Apple Pie, crust and all. Uncle Gary likes Apple Pie, but Gretchen seems to want to eat her whole pie herself, and that's okay. Connie thinks she needs some more training in the Giving of the pie or she needs to teach her to make two not just one so there is always one to give and one to eat. I don't think I have ever made just one pie. That just doesn't make sense to me if you are making the mess you may as well have two pies. People think that pie is not good for them. Doctors are telling them that; and I am not listening anymore.
Today my mind and I decided to take a trip to the Ice House for ice cream. It was a wonderful day even thought it was a figment of my imagination. They say I am loosing my ability to plan, but this was a master plan if I do say so. I even kept safety in mind so we didn't end up at the bottom of the lake like smelt to be dipped out in the spring.
It was a beautiful day, and Pam and I went down to the dock to wait for our boys. We knew they would come because they always do. It takes them longer to get here now because they are busy but we know they will come because we need them; so we stand and wait.
If you see us standing there you can join our journey. The only rule is you have to eat ice cream and wave at the other boats going by even if it rains, and it might rain.... but we have lived through it every other time.
Alex and Gregory came, and we got in the boat safely and drove to the Ice House and got ice cream. Everyone on the lake was jealous of me and my wonderful niece with our strong, handsome escorts on our way to get ice cream.
You all may not remember this because it was a figment of my imagination, but I will always treasure it as a memory and look forward to our next outing in the spring. We will wait for our boys and they will come and help us on and off the boat.
I worked very hard to get it and now it is gone. I might not want it back. Maybe I don't need to be an adult every day; it’s not all its cracked up to be. Sorry my Suzanna. My first day without my adult status I ate an extra large order of French Fries-- nothing else just the french fries. They were wonderful; I didn't know what I was missing all these years. I have never stopped at McDonald's just to get an order of french fries. I will be doing this more often.
At the same time of the pink shirt incident someone convinced me I had to have fruit cocktail and cool whip in and on my red jello. When you determine the wonderfulness of red jello why does anything need to be put on it or added to it? Why do they even make any other flavors? I will be sticking to plain red jello. You all need to try it; it is good! Maybe I should have listened to Gary, Connie and Rick all these years.
Somewhere along the way as I became an adult, or achieved my adult status that has now been taken away, I apparently allowed someone (a mean-spirited, nasty person) to program my life to the point I was not allowed to wear pink shirts. This has now changed because now that I am not a grown up I can do what I want. A pink shirt brings with it a warm and cuddly feeling. I will proudly wear my pink shirt from this point on to forever, because I love the warm and fuzzy feeling of wearing a pink shirt.
