Ever since I was little, I have looooved ice cream. I go through stages about what I like at the particular moment. I remember my first love was superman icecream. You know, that one that has all the bright colors, and really no distinguishable flavor? yeah. yummy. So this was my fav until i got it into my 4 year old head that I could make a tye dye t-shirt out of it (which should have worked when you think about it)...Mom stopped letting me have it after that. After that, I remember loving root beer floats. Followed by hot fudge sundeas, and then my grampa's malts. Then, I hit college, and my ice cream obsession hit new levels of absurd, with the introduction of flex dollars and Ben&Jerry's just a 30 second walk away. Most recently, my love goes out to chocolate chip cookie dough milkshakes. Effing amazing, and if you havent tried one...go now. Just trust me on this one, i'm a pro.
But, for as long as I can remember, whenever we would do out to get ice cream after a softball game, or whatever, My dad would always get the same thing. A large twist cone. Chocolate and Vanilla blended together in a simple yet wonderful confection. Now I dont have a single thing against the twist, and even though my ice cream tastes involve much more "fluff" so to say, i do enjoy this occasional classic. Why? because its tried and true, and will always be a people pleaser. Also, because I get to change flavors while eating it. I can go from chocolate, to vanilla, or choconilla. So between the smiles it brings, and the variation you get, the twist cone will always be on my personal ice cream list.
So this reminds me rather of the weather. As we have all seen, ITS SPRING!! The weather is changing from winter to wonderful and warm, even though it mixes sometimes between the two, and after rains rivaling those that Noah probably saw after building the Arc, the sun has once again braced it with its presence, and its warming the hearts of all those across campus. Smiles are multiplying like rabbits, doors are being held open longer, people stop to help other people pick things up, and just other random pleasantries. Its just nice to see so much positivity emerging again on my walks to class.
So today I dont really have any specific act of Godliness that I want to share with you all. Just that the sun is out, and spring is here. A time for renewal and freshness. I just ask that you all evaluate whats important to you, and in the new season to lend a helping hand, throw out a smile or a friendly note, and just enjoy life, friends and the gifts you have in life, and to not take things for granted. Laugh till it hurts, let those whom you hold dear know exactly how much they mean to you, and just live it up. Go out side, have some fun. Its a beautiful day.
And most importantly, like an old friend of mine used to say...
Dont sweat petty things. Dont pet sweaty things.
:)
Monday, April 14, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Dont Touch my Starbursts
Hey little ones!
So I was standing in front of the vending machine today, debating the pros and cons of skittles and Starbursts. Basically, I was in one of my 'I need to eat something sweet now, or die in the next 30 seconds' kind of moods. Now with Skittles, you get an extra flavor, and it's easier to give them away without feeling like you have barely any left. Maybe this is why people are always reluctant to share starbursts. Think about it. Whenever you ask someone for one of those yummy little squares of juicy sweetness, they always hesitate, and then smile, followed by "What color?" You, of course answer with your favorite flavor, which then becomes their favorite, whether it is or not, and this goes down the line, (2nd favorite, 3rd fav...etc...) until the only flavor left is the one that you would rather chew on your own finger than eat. This to me, is how you can discern a normal person from a little less than a saint. If when you ask them for a starburst, they offer you the package and let you pick. Needless to say, I went with the skittles.
Another way I can make out the character of a person is once again through one of my casual observations in life. I was walking to class today, and just looking around, because my iPod was out of batteries, and I couldnt stare into space without looking like a freak. Earphones allow you that privlage, in case you hadnt noticed. Anyway, So I notice there was this one guy coming toward me just kind of walking (he had earphones.) Then, he kind of looked to his left a little and looked back forward again. Suddenly though, his head whipped around to the side again, and he quickly altered his path and jogged in a different direction. And here I was thinking "WTF?" So, obviously I slow my pace to observe.
So, earphone jogging guy had gone over to a door that was opening slightly, all you could see were some bags and a foot. He makes it over to the door, and grabs a hold of it from whoever its struggling with it. As he's holding it open, an elderly woman, laden down with bags, sleps out holding the hand of a little boy who is holding a 'sight stick' (i dont know what they are actually called...Long story short, this little boy was blind.) The woman smiles up at earphone guy, and continues to escort the little boy to her car. However, earphone guy wasnt done being princely. Oh no. He calls out to the woman, and offers to carry her bags for her, which you can tell she is releived by...so this lovely speciman of a gentleman carrys her bags for her, offers any other help he can, and when the woman replies no, he smiles, nods, and continues on his way. By the point, I was walking by the Lady getting in her car, and she was muttering to herself phrases like "Lovely young man..." this put the biggest smile on my face...most people wouldnt even notice the door being opened, let alone helped an old lady and her disabled grandson with their bags.
So in my book, Lets just say that earphone guy is slightly above the Starburst sharer's, and thats saying a lot.
:)
So I was standing in front of the vending machine today, debating the pros and cons of skittles and Starbursts. Basically, I was in one of my 'I need to eat something sweet now, or die in the next 30 seconds' kind of moods. Now with Skittles, you get an extra flavor, and it's easier to give them away without feeling like you have barely any left. Maybe this is why people are always reluctant to share starbursts. Think about it. Whenever you ask someone for one of those yummy little squares of juicy sweetness, they always hesitate, and then smile, followed by "What color?" You, of course answer with your favorite flavor, which then becomes their favorite, whether it is or not, and this goes down the line, (2nd favorite, 3rd fav...etc...) until the only flavor left is the one that you would rather chew on your own finger than eat. This to me, is how you can discern a normal person from a little less than a saint. If when you ask them for a starburst, they offer you the package and let you pick. Needless to say, I went with the skittles.
Another way I can make out the character of a person is once again through one of my casual observations in life. I was walking to class today, and just looking around, because my iPod was out of batteries, and I couldnt stare into space without looking like a freak. Earphones allow you that privlage, in case you hadnt noticed. Anyway, So I notice there was this one guy coming toward me just kind of walking (he had earphones.) Then, he kind of looked to his left a little and looked back forward again. Suddenly though, his head whipped around to the side again, and he quickly altered his path and jogged in a different direction. And here I was thinking "WTF?" So, obviously I slow my pace to observe.
So, earphone jogging guy had gone over to a door that was opening slightly, all you could see were some bags and a foot. He makes it over to the door, and grabs a hold of it from whoever its struggling with it. As he's holding it open, an elderly woman, laden down with bags, sleps out holding the hand of a little boy who is holding a 'sight stick' (i dont know what they are actually called...Long story short, this little boy was blind.) The woman smiles up at earphone guy, and continues to escort the little boy to her car. However, earphone guy wasnt done being princely. Oh no. He calls out to the woman, and offers to carry her bags for her, which you can tell she is releived by...so this lovely speciman of a gentleman carrys her bags for her, offers any other help he can, and when the woman replies no, he smiles, nods, and continues on his way. By the point, I was walking by the Lady getting in her car, and she was muttering to herself phrases like "Lovely young man..." this put the biggest smile on my face...most people wouldnt even notice the door being opened, let alone helped an old lady and her disabled grandson with their bags.
So in my book, Lets just say that earphone guy is slightly above the Starburst sharer's, and thats saying a lot.
:)
Saturday, April 5, 2008
I wear my sunglasses at night.
Happy Saturday!
I hope everyone is enjoying this maginficent weather that we are having today! You all had better have gone outside to play at some point! On with todays warm and fuzzy.
So as most of my friends know, I have an unhealthy obession with huge sunglasses. (Partly because I ran into a tree when I was about 16, and my eyes are super sensative to the sun) I get a new pair almost every chance I can. Right now, they are round, with little rhinestones on the sides. Fabulous. I got them on a trip to my friends town, where I was with 4 other of my friends. We all ended up with sunglasses in the end, everyones were different. Medium-square, aviators, sleek and black, they were like snowflakes for your face. no two alike. The funny thing was, they all seemed to portray our personalities. It was crazy. I almost feel thats why we picked them, because we did represent us so well. And because we look wicked cool wearing them.
Last night, I went to a benefit concert with the proceeds benefitting the Save Darfur campaign. (http://www.savedarfur.org/content?splash=yes) One of my friends took a large part in organizing it, and we all went out to support her, and Darfur of course. This wasnt a normal concert, it consisted of several acts, highlighting talents from our College. There were several performances, including an Elvis impersonator, the dance team, a poet, and this adorable little boy, who danced with an older man, and was one of the cutest/amazingest thing I've seen in a long tome. Anyway, as these acts were performing, they passed around a little basket, and you put in money based on how much you liked them, and thats how they raised the money. In all they ended up rasing over $250.
Now, this may not seem like much, but I forgot to mention that there couldnt have been more than 20-30 people at this concert, many of them college students, like myself, who just brought a bag of loose change. However, there were some who stood out among the rest. For instance, there was this one guy, same age as me, who was putting up to $10 at a time in the basket. And some of the older members in the audience were donating as much as $20. This really impressed me. These people were giving so much...ignoring the fact that they may have had things that they wanted to spend their money on, but recognizing the fact that this was so much bigger than anything they could buy. It really represented who they were.
I went to the Dominican Republic last summer, and ever since have tried so hard ever since to help out causes like this. And it was really reassuring to see that there are more people out there who also feel this way...that give unconditionally. It was heartwarming, and I enourage all if you to find a way to represent yourself in a way such as this. Don't get me wrong, I will probably be buried with a pair of sunglasses on my face, but thats only my image representation. I want my representation of myself to be like the donaters at this concert. I want to make a difference, and inspire others to do the same.
:)
I hope everyone is enjoying this maginficent weather that we are having today! You all had better have gone outside to play at some point! On with todays warm and fuzzy.
So as most of my friends know, I have an unhealthy obession with huge sunglasses. (Partly because I ran into a tree when I was about 16, and my eyes are super sensative to the sun) I get a new pair almost every chance I can. Right now, they are round, with little rhinestones on the sides. Fabulous. I got them on a trip to my friends town, where I was with 4 other of my friends. We all ended up with sunglasses in the end, everyones were different. Medium-square, aviators, sleek and black, they were like snowflakes for your face. no two alike. The funny thing was, they all seemed to portray our personalities. It was crazy. I almost feel thats why we picked them, because we did represent us so well. And because we look wicked cool wearing them.
Last night, I went to a benefit concert with the proceeds benefitting the Save Darfur campaign. (http://www.savedarfur.org/content?splash=yes) One of my friends took a large part in organizing it, and we all went out to support her, and Darfur of course. This wasnt a normal concert, it consisted of several acts, highlighting talents from our College. There were several performances, including an Elvis impersonator, the dance team, a poet, and this adorable little boy, who danced with an older man, and was one of the cutest/amazingest thing I've seen in a long tome. Anyway, as these acts were performing, they passed around a little basket, and you put in money based on how much you liked them, and thats how they raised the money. In all they ended up rasing over $250.
Now, this may not seem like much, but I forgot to mention that there couldnt have been more than 20-30 people at this concert, many of them college students, like myself, who just brought a bag of loose change. However, there were some who stood out among the rest. For instance, there was this one guy, same age as me, who was putting up to $10 at a time in the basket. And some of the older members in the audience were donating as much as $20. This really impressed me. These people were giving so much...ignoring the fact that they may have had things that they wanted to spend their money on, but recognizing the fact that this was so much bigger than anything they could buy. It really represented who they were.
I went to the Dominican Republic last summer, and ever since have tried so hard ever since to help out causes like this. And it was really reassuring to see that there are more people out there who also feel this way...that give unconditionally. It was heartwarming, and I enourage all if you to find a way to represent yourself in a way such as this. Don't get me wrong, I will probably be buried with a pair of sunglasses on my face, but thats only my image representation. I want my representation of myself to be like the donaters at this concert. I want to make a difference, and inspire others to do the same.
:)
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Little Yellow Peeps.
Hey Blog Readers!
So, welcome the the world premeire of my blog. This is something ive been meaning to get on for a while now, and after sitting in a coffee shop for 3 hours writing a boring history paper, i've finally gotten around to it. Basically, this is just a cutesy little thing about random things i see everyday, mainly things that make me smile to myself, or laugh, or just plain brightnen my day. Or sometimes, my diva side may come out, and I may get a little catty. Who knows. Either way, if youre looking for something to make you smile, or just restore your faith in mankind, or youre just bored, stop by!
As to the name of this blog, Life Sprinkles, I am an avid baker, and i have a thing for cupcakes. (ask all my frinds, I am obsessed with them. I have earrings, a poster, perfume, its ridiculous.) Anyway, I am also a firm believer in sprinkles, and that cupcakes arent complete without them. So, I feel as if life isnt complete without acts that I will write in this blog about. So therefore, Cute things in life = sprinkles. Life sprinkles. See, its funny right?
Moving on. Todays post. Little Yellow Peeps.
So as I'm sitting here eating cookie dough ice cream out of the carton, there is a package of peeps sitting next to me that my mother sent me from Easter. Granted, I havent opened them, because we all know that peeps dont actually taste very good. Never once have I ever heard of someone saying "Damn. I would kill for a peep right now." At best, they blow them up in the microwave. I dont blame them. Its fun. Anyway, even though peeps may be the nastiest, most pointless candy ever made, i have never had an easter basket without them. And they look happy. Right now, there are 10 little yellow birds staring up at me, and I know if they could talk, they would be singing some happy little tune, and flapping their non-existant wings. Basically, they are tradition, and make me happy.
Getting to the point. Tradition. So as i'm sitting in the coffee shop trying to work on a paper i've had 3 weeks to write, I notice this couple walk in. Its a typical first date, I can tell. Why? Obivious signs. The boy was in a striped button down shirt, jeans and brown shoes. I cant tell you how many times I've seen this outfit. If by some chance I have a male reader, dont worry. This is a good look. Stick with it, its hott. As to the girl, she was wearing a cute, yet tight top, jeans and heels. Dressed up enough to make the guy think 'damn', but casual enough to not let him see her as high maitenence.
Anyway, they are all smiles, and he pays for her drink, and she of course orders the smallest thing they have. We've all played this game ladies. (shes also got her hands behind her back, and keeps stinking her hands down the back of her pants. This, i didnt understand, and quite honestly had a hard time not laughing at) I've jumped the gun. rewind. It was a nice day out, so the door to the Coffee Shop was propped open. I missed their initial entrance anyway, but this is important. After the Barista finishes their drinks, the guy is clearly in a position where it would be much easier for him to exit first. However, he does not. He steps back, and gentlemanly gestures for the lady to exit before him, and while she does, quickly slips a dollar into the tip jar before joining his lady-friend outside.
Two things. 1. The tip thing was nice, and I loved that he didnt do it in front of her to make it seem like he was trying to impress her. 2. I LOVED that he let her go first. Even though the door was open, I have no doubt that this guy would have opened it for her. I know this seems really simple, but its just a very nice thing to do. It really makes a girl feel like a lady, you know? To me, its one of the few remaining forms of chivalry. Again, this is small, but it really made me smile.
Little Yellow Peeps.
So, welcome the the world premeire of my blog. This is something ive been meaning to get on for a while now, and after sitting in a coffee shop for 3 hours writing a boring history paper, i've finally gotten around to it. Basically, this is just a cutesy little thing about random things i see everyday, mainly things that make me smile to myself, or laugh, or just plain brightnen my day. Or sometimes, my diva side may come out, and I may get a little catty. Who knows. Either way, if youre looking for something to make you smile, or just restore your faith in mankind, or youre just bored, stop by!
As to the name of this blog, Life Sprinkles, I am an avid baker, and i have a thing for cupcakes. (ask all my frinds, I am obsessed with them. I have earrings, a poster, perfume, its ridiculous.) Anyway, I am also a firm believer in sprinkles, and that cupcakes arent complete without them. So, I feel as if life isnt complete without acts that I will write in this blog about. So therefore, Cute things in life = sprinkles. Life sprinkles. See, its funny right?
Moving on. Todays post. Little Yellow Peeps.
So as I'm sitting here eating cookie dough ice cream out of the carton, there is a package of peeps sitting next to me that my mother sent me from Easter. Granted, I havent opened them, because we all know that peeps dont actually taste very good. Never once have I ever heard of someone saying "Damn. I would kill for a peep right now." At best, they blow them up in the microwave. I dont blame them. Its fun. Anyway, even though peeps may be the nastiest, most pointless candy ever made, i have never had an easter basket without them. And they look happy. Right now, there are 10 little yellow birds staring up at me, and I know if they could talk, they would be singing some happy little tune, and flapping their non-existant wings. Basically, they are tradition, and make me happy.
Getting to the point. Tradition. So as i'm sitting in the coffee shop trying to work on a paper i've had 3 weeks to write, I notice this couple walk in. Its a typical first date, I can tell. Why? Obivious signs. The boy was in a striped button down shirt, jeans and brown shoes. I cant tell you how many times I've seen this outfit. If by some chance I have a male reader, dont worry. This is a good look. Stick with it, its hott. As to the girl, she was wearing a cute, yet tight top, jeans and heels. Dressed up enough to make the guy think 'damn', but casual enough to not let him see her as high maitenence.
Anyway, they are all smiles, and he pays for her drink, and she of course orders the smallest thing they have. We've all played this game ladies. (shes also got her hands behind her back, and keeps stinking her hands down the back of her pants. This, i didnt understand, and quite honestly had a hard time not laughing at) I've jumped the gun. rewind. It was a nice day out, so the door to the Coffee Shop was propped open. I missed their initial entrance anyway, but this is important. After the Barista finishes their drinks, the guy is clearly in a position where it would be much easier for him to exit first. However, he does not. He steps back, and gentlemanly gestures for the lady to exit before him, and while she does, quickly slips a dollar into the tip jar before joining his lady-friend outside.
Two things. 1. The tip thing was nice, and I loved that he didnt do it in front of her to make it seem like he was trying to impress her. 2. I LOVED that he let her go first. Even though the door was open, I have no doubt that this guy would have opened it for her. I know this seems really simple, but its just a very nice thing to do. It really makes a girl feel like a lady, you know? To me, its one of the few remaining forms of chivalry. Again, this is small, but it really made me smile.
Little Yellow Peeps.
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