Queen of Rambles

Remember back in the good old days of childhood when colors were flavors? I know I’m not alone when I say my favorite flavor was blue. Give my childhood self a blue Popsicle, a blue Icee or some blue frosting and my childhood self would be in heaven. Does anyone even know what blue is supposed to be? I know it is often raspberry, but I don’t think those blue Popsicles even had any flavor. I know blue is still a favorite with the kiddies because one summer I was a dispenser of Ice Pops and the kids all clamoured for the blue. Of course, the blue is ever elusive so only a few kids would get the “good” stuff and the rest would have to suck it up and eat their green and yellow and orange. Here’s the funniest thing: one kid asked me if they got a prize if they ended up with the blue Ice Pop (I dispensed them totally randomly because that was the fairest). Why would you get a prize? The blue Ice Pop IS the prize you silly child.

My second flavor was red. That could be a little frightening since so many things could be red–cherry, strawberry, liquorice. But you knew red was far superior to green or yellow (unless we’re talking M&Ms, then it’s green all the way). Red was much more common than blue in my childhood. Blue Jello and blue Kool-aid hadn’t been invented yet, so when mom would ask what flavor to make we’d always shout out “RED!”. I still can’t comprehend that some people actually purchase and enjoy green Jello.

All this to say that I bought a bottle of red drink mixer today. I wanted strawberry or raspberry but couldn’t find any. They had one bottle of red stuff with a very non-descriptive name–San Fransico. I finally decided that since it was red it would make a margarita in a flavor I enjoyed. I hate green ones. Yuck.

So I got home, popped the top off the mix for a little sniff and was assaulted by the smell of 1000 jungle ripe bananas. Ewwww! Why, oh why, would they make banana mix red? Bananas are not red. Bananas are yellow. Bananas are not red!. I’m extremely confuddled. I’m going to try to salvage my red banana margaritas by adding some strawberries to the mix and making red banana-strawberry margaritas. Does this plan have any hope of success? Maybe I’ll mix it with the blue stuff I bought last time and have purple coconut (yuck) banana strawberry margaritas. Or maybe not. Now I’m just making myself sick.

Or maybe I’ll just put some blue food coloring in my tequila and pretend I’m an alien. I love blue food. Love it. When I first moved here I was thrown into a state of befuddlement and rage when I found out blue food coloring is illegal. I had to buy some in the States and smuggle it in. No one tell though–I would hate to be arrested for my illicit blue food coloring. The funny thing is, I was going to show Annica the fun of blue food (since she couldn’t figure out why I would want blue food coloring) but thus far I’ve only used it to make some blue frosting. Mike won’t let me put it in the mashed potatoes or rice. Maybe I’ll make blue garlic bread sticks tomorrow.

And on that note, I think I’ll stop being ridiculous.

I really want to thank everyone for their support for yesterday’s post. There were just so many comments that I am too lazy to answer them all, but I was thrilled and awed by the overwhelming “you go girls’. Thank you so much!

I also wanted to thank everyone for their pizza night suggestions. I would love to make mozzarella sticks but I don’t think that will be happening over here in Sweden. They don’t sell cheese sticks. Instead I’m going to make a fancy salad with some walnuts, feta cheese and carmalized onions and some garlic bread sticks with dipping sauce. That should tame the piggy’s belly, don’t you think?

Not much else to tell. I’ve just been swimming around and enjoying the relatively empty pool. School’s started so if I go at three I get the place to myself. One day I literally had the entire kid’s pool all to myself (I was aquajogging instead of swimming) and it very relaxing but somewhat spooky. I was just about the only person in the whole building except for the three lifeguards who were sitting in their perch staring at me. I’ve rarely seen one lifeguard sit in the perch, and certainly never three. Afterwards one of them came up to me while I was scrubbing out my pits in the shower and informed me that water aerobics is starting next week. I was thrilled to hear it and had a little conversation with her while soaping down my nekkid body. I’ve been Swedenized. Can you even imagine that happening in the US? It couldn’t happen because all the showers have little shower curtains and everyone is wrapped up tight in their towels when they come out. I never thought I’d get used to this naked apathy but I have and I enjoy it. I’m going to have a hard time adjusting to the US. I’ll be walking around naked and everyone will stare and point at the crazy girl. Heh. That’s already happened the last two times I’ve been to the States. Actually, they don’t stare and point. They quickly look away, avoiding all eye contact while tightening their grip on their protective towels. I don’t blame them. I used to be the same way myself.

And that really is that. Other than to say the movie theatre reopened tonight and we finally got to see T3 and I really liked it even if there wasn’t all that much of a plot. I love Arnie.

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