Go Where Your Heart Takes You...

Today we went to see the ice sculptures. It's a thing in Minnesota to make the long winter seem more appealing by having people carve interesting things out of huge blocks of ice. It's actually pretty cool but sometimes it makes you colder looking at them. While we were there they had a snow plow race/contest and some how no matter what cheese curds and homemade popcorn stands always make the bills during outdoor events in the Midwest. Why wouldn't they, I mean honestly who can really say no to cheese curds. I'll tell you who..lactose intolerant people but I bet they have a really hard time doing it.

On our way home we drove by the Central Medical building on University. It's a really ugly brown building that has been there since I was a kid. It was then that I turned to Dave and said "Don't you wish we could pick and choose which memories to keep?" He gave me this kind of laugh kind of sigh thing which is always followed by "yeeeeeaaaaaaaah but......this and that...." Realizing the Pandora box I opened I stopped him immediately and said, " No I know, not like Lost in Translation type stuff of past lovers or death ones but the really stupid memories..." I continue to tell him the one memory of the Central Medical building I have and ALWAYS think about when I pass it. We (my mother and I) had to take my grandma there for a minor eye surgery and while we waited we decided to go to White Castle. When I was little I had always loved White Castle except this time it was down right disgusting. I had a cheeseburger and the meat seemed like just a ball of grease trimmed down to a sliver with cheese on top and a single sad pickle. I took one bite and spit it out right away. I also remember having to take the elevator up a really long way. This is probably high on the list for really stupid memories that I would love to part with. "So wouldn't it be nice," I turned to Dave," to be able to just keep the ones that were important, or be able to trade in for ones that you wished you remembered?" For instance, I would like to remember what the first bite of cake that I ever had tasted like, every single word of important conversations, or what it was like when all of my family was together and still a family. Instead of I have memories like in 4th grade and in school I randomly blew a snot bubble out of my nose almost as big as my head and the only two people to see it where of course the cutest boys in my class. Another I have of my mom and dad together was on a sunny day eating ripples potato chips and dip and they would walk back and forth looking out the window opposite of each other so the whole entire time there would be a parent at the dip station making it hard for me to also enjoy this experience. Or last example, at a dinner table with our neighbor, his daughter, my dad and me who were all in deep conversation except for me because I was around 4 and also eating mac and cheese. To be funny I tried to see what the loudest chewing sound I could make while eating mac and cheese could possibly be. So while in deep loud smack everyone at the dinner table turned to me and said "SHUT UP". I guess a system to pick and choose your memories would ultimately be abused but it would be kind of nice anyways.

Well I'm still horribly in love with my new bunny. I catch myself thinking about him in the middle of the day with a huge smile on my face. Kind of nice, kind of loony. I also find myself thinking " I love my bunny Oreo...oooohhhh You know what would be good Oreo cookies..okay just this once".

On the cookie note I think my new hobby of baking his here to stay. It's officially stuck for almost over a year now. I'm so at peace when I bake. The sad part of me baking is that I haven't nearly mastered it, or not very good at it. Where I fail is that I'm too flighty, always thinking about other things when I should be paying attention to directions and measurements. Sometimes I don't even write the directions down while saying "Who needs those" but I love it. Classic example of going where your heart takes you even if you fail miserably at it. It doesn't matter as long as your having a good time. Loved ones that have to suffer the remaining week ahead while slowly taking piece of baked good at a time and having to look pleased while saying "OH! This is so good!" I do feel bad for those people :)