Monday, August 17, 2009
Can I just say I love M&M's? What is it about those little jewels of chocolate? It is definitely my favorite candy, that's for sure for sure.
I love the plain ones, but peanut will do if I need a shot of protein. That hard little shell is like a little clay pot in my mouth. It cooks the chocolate to just the right softness right before it collapses with a papery pop that only a thin candy shell can pop like.
Melts in your mouth, not in your hand.
Feeling the raised M with my tongue and squishing it between the roof of my mouth and rolling it between my teeth, feeling the little clicks like glass on glass.
Two, three, or six at a time, rarely ever just one. Matching is very important in M&M world, for instance 2 browns and 3 greens is a good combo, as well as blue and yellows.
Lay them out straight on a rolled up tongue, or pack your jaws full and suck the juice and squash the chocolate all over your cheeks and teeth. Then open your mouth and show your friends.
Of course you can always just sit them out prettily in a candy dish for decorationing. They look like lovely little buttons. But if I come by, beware, I will eat your pretty little buttons.
There is no such thing as a stale or old M&M.
If fact, when King Tut's tomb was opened, guess what they found in there? And that dude, Sir whateverhisnamewas....swiped them right out of that sarcophagus, and ate them before any photos were taken. He couldn't help himself because he, too, was an M&M junkie.
Not many people know that.
There was also M&M's found in the Aztec catacombs...apparently used as trail markers, but were so small and hard to see in the dark, that the poor Aztecs got lost and ended up in the jungles of Ixiltan and became Mexicans.
But I digress.
I bet there are even some M&M's on Mars. Oh, wait. Mars MAKES them...
Thursday, August 6, 2009
I have done what I said I would not do, and made too many references to morose and negativity and disappointments in my life, when this blog was supposed to be fun and an escape from the realities of life. But alas, drama and woe is part of me, part of who I am and what I am becoming. Ying and yang. Positive and negative. Black and white. Right and wrong, yes and no.
I could go on all day in this vein, but I will spare you this untested philosophy and justification of the situation in the nation of Deb.
On and on it goes. Round and round like a circle dance. Occasionally I have to dance in the middle. And, I don't much like it.
So here we are back at the keyboard, mending, healing, re-creating myself yet again to fit the needs of those around me, wanting to become a real person.
Molding myself into motherhood when I should be folding into cronehood.
As someone once said: To everything there is a season.
I guess we never know what season is coming, so we adapt. And become.
I am not sure what the future holds for me, that's for sure, but I have learned some things about myself the last few years, and they are mostly good things.
One thing I have learned is I love to write stuff.
The bad part is I don't make enough time for it. Seems like everything else comes first.
That, for sure, needs to change.
Look for it...
Smootches..and back to work....
Deb the dragyonfly girl