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29 Jan



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Sandbox List Adventure 10: The Tastiest Ten Minutes of the Day

25 Apr

I don’t know if every kid dreams about it, but I know they think about it. I used to think about it a lot, when I was five, six, seven … all the way to 37. Yup. To this day¬†I think about it, and it makes me smile. However my dentist says it’s my weakness and charges me an obscene amount of money¬†to fix my¬†cavities.¬†He says I may have to give it up. I say they need to work harder¬†on inventing better toothpaste because there’s no way I’m giving it up. It’s like air.¬†A necessity.

Milk. Cream. Sugar. Those are the basic ingredients.¬† I’ve had them on their own multiple times, but they are definitely best when they are churned together and frozen, sealed tight¬†in a container … just waiting for me on aisle 7 of the supermarket. Dude. That’s the best. Ben & Jerry’s. They are geniuses …¬†geniuses I tell you! My kids are aware of this phenomenon and always look forward to birthday parties because ice cream is usually one of the side dishes. And even though I get to have some secretly¬†once or twice a week,¬†it’s something¬†that my kids may get once a month. You know, I’m trying to develop healthy eaters.

So when we were driving home from the book festival this weekend and I asked my son what he wanted for dinner I was surprised by his answer, but even more surprised by my own.

“What do you want for dinner?” I asked as¬†a red light¬†stopped us¬†in front of a 31 Flavors.

“Ice cream.”

“Ice cream? You can’t have ice cream for dinner.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not good for you. It’s only supposed to be a treat once in a while, and usually after your meal.”

“I have not had ice cream in a long, long, long while and I already had my snack.”

“You haven’t had dinner.”

“Ice cream can be dinner.”

I paused, thinking about my college days.

“So can we have ice cream for dinner?”

I thought about his Sandbox List Adventures and nodded.

“Yeah, I guess you can. Just for today.”

Dude. The woo-hoo was like a SuperBowl touchdown with two seconds to go in overtime kind of woo-hoo. It was a pretty big one. So I turned the corner and drove the car into the 31 Flavors parking lot to begin our Sandbox List Adventure.


We arrived and the seatbelts couldn't be taken off fast enough.

We arrived and the seatbelts couldn’t be taken off fast enough.


There were many options to choose from and I was sure he was going to fancy it up.

There were many options to choose from and I was sure he was going to fancy it up. I know I was thinking about it.


When he saw these I thought ... dude it's on. He's most definitely going to ask for one of these.

When he saw these I thought … dude it’s on. He’s most definitely going to ask for one of these.


And while he was contemplating his cone purchase I was contemplating a cake purchase. Oreo cookies make for a great cake accessory.

And while he was contemplating his cone purchase I was contemplating a cake purchase. Oreo cookies make for a great cake accessory.


But before he decided we did a little taste testing.

But before he decided, we did a little taste testing.


With all the available choices he decided on a cup. Chocolate chip with chocolate sprinkles. Dude. He definitely takes after me.

And it was funny, with all the available choices, he decided on a cup. Chocolate chip with chocolate sprinkles. Dude. He definitely takes after me.


His sister didn't really have a choice, but was definitely enjoying the Cookies N' Cream.

His sister didn’t really have a choice, but was definitely enjoying the Cookies N’ Cream.


It was the fastest dinner they have ever eaten. There was no fighting. No spoon dropping. No reminders to finish eating. Just concentration and focus, in addition to¬†a lot of¬†smiles and spoons¬†dancing around in creamy cool deliciousness. In fact I¬†had to tell them to slow down. I didn’t want to deal with their first brain freeze. I told them they had to eat slowly and enjoy it.¬†The adventure lasted about ten minutes, but it was the tastiest ten minutes they had all day.



Weekly Photo Challenge: Merge

21 Aug

The Masters of Merge


For when Friday night traffic hits you on a Sunday afternoon.

For when the jackass at work gets promoted over you.

For when¬† you say “Let me speak to your manager,” and they say “I’m the manager.”

For when you get another rejection letter and then see Snooki‘s book at Barnes & Noble.

For when you thought you had your first night off from the kids in two months and your dude, chick, or partner never shows up. They forgot and you have no CSI: Crime Scene Investigation skills when they stroll in at midnight.

For these times, you go to The Masters of Merge … Ben & Jerry‘s.

They combine unusual flavors to help ease your mind. They merge ingredients that have no business hanging out together into a sweet deliciousness that makes you forget about the calories. They merge stuff like vanilla bean ice cream with salty caramel swirl and fudge covered potato chips to produce ice cream awesomeness.

Ben & Jerry’s … The Masters of Merge.

My Near-Death Pinkberry Experience

8 Jan

“You want a swirlee?” My friend asks as we pass by a frozen yogurt store.¬†“Ha ha…just kidding.”

To most people this is not funny. I don’t find it too hilarious myself, but it does spark a chuckle when I remember what happened…


pinkberry (Photo credit: donnjmck)

I’d been sick for a while¬†now, but thought I was getting better seeing how I only coughed 15 to 20 times the last¬†hour, I thought I would reward myself with something sweet. Chocolate is usually my go-to celebration, but I figured I’d be healthy and go for some swirlee frozen yogurt.

So¬†I headed to The Americana. For those of you from Los Angeles, it’s similar to The Grove except it’s in Glendale with the same fancy smancy Gucci and Prada people. For those of you who aren’t…it’s an open air shopping, dining, and entertaining piazza with cobblestone pathways, grassy knolls, bronze statues, and water fountains. Totally not a¬†hangout for a Sporty Spice like myself,¬†but figured they’d have some tasty treats.

I¬†noticed a Pinkberry¬†Store and thought aha! It was meant to be, and even though I was wearing a track suit (looking like Run DMC) I¬†thought I could still fit in with the high-life Gucci, Prada, Coach people. So I ordered a kid’s size with granola, coconut, and melon. I figured I would walk back to my car and eat it instead of staying there. I probably enjoyed three or four spoonfuls before it happened…

As I approached the¬†intersection something happened where¬†I felt I couldn’t breathe…I was gasping for air, like those people in JAWS when they’re going down and they’re drowning but I was on land and there was no shark.

I guess the coconut or granola went down the wrong pipe or something. I was gasping for what felt like forever, before I signaled to the lady standing near me “hey…I think I’m choking over here can you smack the¬†shit out of my back for a minute?” I thought it was a pretty universal signal seeing how I was gasping for air, waving my arms, and pointing to my back…she gave me the tap-tap-tap.

     Duuuuuuuude! Con ganas man!

I guess some Latino teenager¬†and his girlfriend noticed that: A) I was gasping, clinging to the crosswalk pole and my life, and B) the older white lady didn’t have enough umph in her non Gucci whacking hand, that he stepped in and began smacking¬†my back. I started coughing and something came loose and I finally started to get some air.¬†

¬†¬†¬†¬† ‚ÄúWow are you O.K.?‚ÄĚ He asked.¬† ‚ÄúYou gave us a scare there?”

      I waved my hand and smiled as I contined coughing.

¬†¬†¬†¬† ‚ÄúThanks,‚ÄĚ I said hoarsely. ‚ÄúI really appreciate it. Thanks.”

¬†¬†¬†¬† “Are you sure?”

¬†¬†¬†¬† “Yeah I’m¬†sure I just need a¬†minute.”¬†

      And so I kept coughing.

The minute wasn’t really to gain my composure or thank God or anything. It was about the urine.¬†Did you know that when you cough¬†that hard you can actually pee in your pants. Yeah…urine. I didn’t think I would be peeing in my pants until¬†I was 70-something. But apparently¬†I did…in broad day light.¬†There¬†I was at the Americana corner among Prada, Coach, and¬†Gucci people getting the crap smacked out of me¬†because a¬†Pinkberry topping went down¬†the wrong way and as I started getting air, warm urine drizzled down the inside of my legs. I guess it would have been O.K. if the pants were black or dark blue or even if I was wearing jeans, but no….¬†there I¬†was with a¬†pinche¬†sky blue track suit where if a Macy’s perfume lady spritzes you, it looks like you were on Splash Mountain…So there I was…toda¬†miada for the whole Armenian and White population to see. What could I do?

Pooooooooooooos nada.

¬†I crossed the street in my miados–my urine stained pants which were not so warm anymore–¬†and walked back to my car. I figured only something like this could happen to me when I actually had an hour to myself…my “alone time” away from the kids. It’s amusing being the Guat sometimes, and others…well…
Note to self….watch out for those¬†Pinkberry toppings. If you’re a nerd like me, you’ll probably need someone close by to smack the crap out of you.