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cracker jack peanuts

Why is it that some things are never really the way they are supposed to be? Take Cracker Jacks for instance; Cracker Jacks look and sound so promising! When you finally manage to pry the lid open on the hard, sad, somehow sticky box; they are generally all clumped together in a rather sad looking mass. You persevere anyhow to get to the prize...then it happens....you hit a peanut! How can they always, always, always taste like rancid oil coated with varnish!! For some reason you suffer through the box, because when you were four your Aunt told you it was rude to be wasteful and because you KNOW the ring is at the bottom...the paper feels rather flat...too flat even for one of the whistles...wait, this isn't a nifty paper packet to open it's some flat folded tear a tab paper fold over!?! A tacky lick and stick 'I love Cracker Jacks' tattoo?? I will not eat cracker jacks again. It always felt like such a rip off even as a child when the prizes were cool to "have to suffer" through a whole box of that stuff to get a toy. I was really unhappy when someone bought a big bag with only one prize and expected people to happily eat it and share the prize. There are people who love those things, but I've always thought they were something to be suffered through. Then it was ok because there was something cool at the end.

I am really glad life isn't too much like Cracker Jacks. There are occasional rancid peanuts, sometimes a bunch of them. Sometimes the crappy sticky corn gets stuck in your teeth. You have to brush hard to really get rid of the flavour. Like life there are some rancid sticky spots you have to deal with but I am so thankful that there is a great prize in life...the living of it!

I remember pouting and being angry when I was given Cracker Jacks as a treat. I still get kind of upset when I have a box of them. Perhaps it's the slogan "When you're really good they call you Cracker Jack" If that was good I couldn't wait to be bad! I pulled the sticker eyes off my orange VW toy car and stuck them on my Aunt's floor, (so the floor could see it was me!) I coloured outside the lines, I was often disagreeable especially when offered Cracker Jacks. Fiddle Faddle, Crunch n Munch, Poppycock, Screaming Yellow Zonkers, Caramel Corn....all those things terrified me for years! I still cringe when I see the Cracker Jacks in the store...maybe someday I'll get over the fear of rancid peanuts and glumpy caramel corn but then again it's probably about as likely as me getting over my fear of clowns!...yikes!!

I've seen Penny Lynn

10 feet tall and shining in the sun

long blonde hair

teenager so far away

bubbles so big...how do they grow

what's it like to be

lamont with wood stuck to his tongue

help me with my dolly stroller

how can you color in the lines

oh you meant inside

i break the rules and color outside

there was a ring with a puppy dog

i still have the pin

I love you penny lynn

i can't wait to be like you penny lynn

i never was

but you did like my brown shirt

color of pudding

thank you

Have you seen Penny Lynn

red and yellow

and pink and green

purple and orange and blue

I can sing a rainbow too....

lyrics from a song spin round my head

a favorite shirt long gone floats to the surface

white buttons, flowers around the neck

laughter like windchimes on the breeze

sunlight filtered, autumn leaves

your hair in your mouth

jerseys and pumpkins

cut grass with watermelon seeds

ding dongs in foil wrappers

pea green carpet

the way the bus doors squeak

window cleaner and coffee

the Upper Ten bottle cut my knee

i still have the scar

brilliant green days of summer and spring

time flows backwards

the rocking chair,

your arms

folded photo

i'm sorry

Wisdom of the ages

Ok....on March 17th I got my lip pierced. It wasn't painful. It's cute! I really like it. I was supposed to go in on the 27th to have the labret changed. I didn't go in until today. I chose my lovely new lip ring. I went into the back and sat in the appropriate chair, while the nice piercing artist gloved up. She carefully unscrewed the the old ring laid it aside, then put the new one in...the new one hurt a bit because the skin shifted, still no big deal. She was screwing the lovely stone on the end of the post when it hit me......

I can't feel my fingers, my hands shake! How on EARTH am I going to ever change this??? I will either ;

a.) learn how

b.) just go back and visit her when ever something strikes my fancy

c.) maybe the feeling and coordination will come back

At least I chose blue....it goes with everything I own! :-)

Owl City - Fireflies

I find happiness like fireflies and try to follow them. Sometimes they lead me to happy places, but If they lead me to a sad memory, so be it....we are what we have lived

Irish Descendants - Raggle Taggle Gypsy