Blue Moon-BFF 225

      Blue moon ice cream fascinated me as a kid.  My folks loved ice cream and bought it often.  There were times when my mom was on a weight loss binge that ice cream was all she ate.  Seriously, she would go through gallons and gallons of the stuff and lose oodles of pounds.    I am not sure if it works for everyone, but it sure worked for her.

     My Dad indulged in a bowl of ice cream each and every night before bedtime.  Even though the usual favorites around the house were butter pecan, rocky road, or strawberry, every now and then Mom would indulge us with a gallon of Blue Moon ice cream.  I never remember eating the stuff from a dish.  Mom always loaded a cone with several scoops and I would take great delight licking up every single drop usually emerging after with a blue face, blue tongue, and blue sticky fingers.   I was a kid and messier than hell.   It used to drive my mother insane that I managed to get ice cream everywhere and didn’t eat it before it began to drip and melt all over hell.

 

      She would chase after me in disgust ordering me to change my shirt, wash my face and hands, and giving me all kinds of merry hell for eating like a pig.   She made a lot of noise, but she never stopped indulging me.  You will be happy to know that I now can eat ice cream with little evidence that is what I have been up too.  It is a skill that I still struggle with.  I rarely can walk away from eating or cooking without leaving a remnant on myself.  Then, much like my mother I have to change and put stain remover on the offending spot immediately.  In the end she did instill in me a sense of cleanliness.

      Paybacks are hell and the sloppiness of youth comes back to haunt you when you become a parent.  While my daughter can eat virtually anything without getting a drop on herself, my son takes after me.  He eats like a pig and manages to leave half of whatever he eats all over his clothes, hands, and face.  I can’t say much considering I was the queen of the slop hogs when I was a kid.  All I can do is clean him up, strip off the dirty shirt, and make him presentable once again.  I fuss over my kids something fierce and can not tolerate seeing dirt on my kid period.  It made for endless loads of laundry during the toddler years as they learned to use utensils and find their mouths.

      Heaven knows that is why G0d created soap and water!!  It is one of my greatest comforts in life that most things wash off.  Once I got over changing diapers and cleaning up vomit, being a mom wasn’t so bad.  The smell could kill you, but the fact remains that $hit, vomit, and most stuff washes off.  I am even happier G0d allowed us to live in a world with big full blue moons in the sky and blue moon ice cream to eat.  Until next time I will be happily devouring blue moon ice cream and barking at the moon.