If you look closely, the edge says "Fudge Royale". While at another store, I looked for Fudge Ripple in the handy dandy 5 qt tub complete with convenient carrying handle. Nope, this time it was Fudge Swirl.
See, when I was a child, we weren't poor, but we were exactly well to do either. We got by and didn't know any better. We were happy. We had ice cream. We had fudge ripple ice cream. Well, I wasn't happy about the fudge ripple. As a matter of fact, I can't stand fudge ripple. Give me plain vanilla, plain chocolate, neapolitan, anything but fudge ripple. Yet, that always seemed to be what was in the freezer. I think my mother thought it was a compromise between vanilla and chocolate. Oh, how I longed for anything but fudge ripple. Sometimes as a special surprise, my mom would buy chocolate marshmallow or tin roof sundae. Honestly, I hated these even more than fudge ripple. Not that I ever turned any of these down. Ice cream in a flavor I dislike is definitely better than not having ice cream at all.
So I posted that picture for my sister, Nicole. We were eating Ben & Jerry's...ok, I was eating Ben & Jerry's and discussing ice cream flavors of our childhood. We were reminiscing about eating cheap fudge ripple ice cream out of an economy sized tub. Ah, those were the days.
I don't know what has gotten into my rabbit lately, but Benjamin Bunny's been quite hyperactive. It seems every morning, when I go into the laundry room to get the perfectly folded laundry (definitely not digging through laundry baskets of clean clothes), he is pulling at the cage down with his teeth. He is actually bending the cage door. He wants to get out and run around that badly. I usually let him out to run around after the kids are at school. I'm so afraid he will get out if I let him out earlier, as they have a tendency to leave the door wide open.
Ben's been running around the house for an hour now. He loves to "chase" me and run between my feet. Poor thing gets kicked down the hall every once in awhile, sliding on the wood floors. I forget he's out, and he loves to come at me when I'm least expecting it. Yet, despite being punted quite a few times, he keeps coming back for more!
He just now tired out. He's laying by my feet, relaxing. If I had a camera handy I would snap a photo. I know he's going to hop up and follow me down the hall if I go and grab one. Anyway, he just makes me happy.
Vegetable Crab Soup
I remember hearing my Mom-Mom using the term "Frick and Frack" to describe any combination of 2 granddaughters that were acting up together. I find myself using it now that I'm older. Now I know where it came from....
Perhaps I'll start calling them Heckle and Jeckle too, like we used to call my sister, Marlen and my cousin, Tara.
Wow, I'm just way too old to stay up til 2am attempting to print out projects on this dinosaur of a computer. It seems Frick and Frack saved every single page, so I had to open up over 20 separate Word documents. Not a problem on a newer computer, but this one that Steve bought at an auction for old computers at work, just a little slow. Let me put it this way, whenever I go to a new web address, I usually walk out of the room to do something else and come back in about 5 minutes so the page is loaded. It's that slow.
Then this morning while Frick and Frack are putting their projects in the nice expensive binders that they had to have for this project, Frick says, "Where are my chapter dividers?". Huh, what? Wasn't that your responsibility? I say, "I don't know, didn't you type them up?". "No, I thought you had them." Oh for crying out loud why in the world would I know Frick even needed them????? Frack had just made some on the computer. (Frick and Frack had a complete detailed sheet of what was to be included in this project. I mistakingly assumed they would just follow it.) I ask if I was told about these special dividers that I was supposed to just magically know about (I had been told about the binders by Frack. I guess Frick assumed that Frack would just tell me everything they needed. One of the downfalls of having 2 seventh graders with the same teacher. Frick assumes that Frack will know what to do and what to have). "No, I just thought you would have them." Add to this, that there is 10 minutes til they have to be out the door to catch the bus. So Mom to the rescue, I come in here and type up the chapter dividers as fast as I can.
I'm thinking today as much as I abhor taking naps, I might just have to take one. I don't want to be a grumpy momma when they get home. I was planning on going to the store and getting them those cute mini Ben & Jerry's* as an afterschool treat and enjoying some pool time with them. I'd like to not fall asleep on a raft instead.
*This is only fair that we get a special treat, as Steve is in Seattle enjoying good food without me! I might have to treat myself to some sushi too.
The kids' school projects are printed and waiting for them on the dining room table. So much for my ice cream review, weekend update and slightly offensive picture. I'm off to bed. When did I get so old that my back started hurting like this? Seriously.
Oh, and Steve is in Seattle on business. So all of this last minute project run around was done while I was playing single mom. Ugh. Although, it was really only one child that waited til the last minute, but I won't name any names. Let's just say, I hear he is just like his father was at this age.
Big project due tomorrow
