"If you will vote for me, I will give you ice cream."

OK, so yesterday was a big day for America. HMM!! I think that the next four years are going to be interesting and I think a tad bit entertaining. There are quite a few people that voted for this new president. I will admit, I was not one of them. He is the President of the United State--so, I will support him. I might not like him, but I will support him. For those of you that did vote for him, it would be interesting to find out the reasons why you might have--but, it is not my business--share if you would like or keep your opinions to yourself.

As for me, I will be entertained for the next four years to see what the First Lady will be wearing. Already, her wardrobe has been displayed through every type of media. In fact, it was one of the headlines on MSN today. I am going to have fun seeing if she ever wears an outfit twice. Do you think she will?

So, tonight I was reading some random blogs and came across an interesting one that talked about this Presidential race. She is a school teacher and decided to have her own Presidential race in her classroom. This is what she wrote: "The class had done a great job in their selections. Both candidates were good kids. I thought Jamie might have an advantage because he got lots of parental support. I had never seen Olivia's mother.

The day arrived when they were to make their speeches Jamie went first. He had specific ideas about how to make our class a better place. He ended by promising to do his very best. Every one applauded. He sat down and Olivia came to the podium.

Olivia's speech was concise. She said, "If you will vote for me, I will give you ice cream." She sat down. The class went wild. "Yes! Yes! We want ice cream." She surely would say more. She did not have to. A discussion followed. How did she plan to pay for the ice cream? She wasn't sure. Would her parents buy it or would the class pay for it. She didn't know. The class really didn't care. All they were thinking about was ice cream. Jamie was forgotten. Olivia won by a land slide.

Every time Barack Obama opens his mouth he offers ice cream and sixty percent of the people react like nine year olds. They want ice cream. The other forty percent know they're going to have to feed the cow and clean up the mess."

Isn't it true...well, at least I think it is.

favorite things friday...Strawberry Ice Cream

One of my favorite things is...

Strawberry ice cream!!

I love ice cream, but my most favorite flavor in the whole entire world is STRAWBERRY!! It is a very known fact that Strawberry ice cream can turn the most horrendous day and turn it upside down and make it the most pleasant day ever. It is really true-at least for me. (Actually, to tell you the truth–any flavor of ice cream can make my day. I just love ice cream!!!) Oh, let me add...homemade strawberry ice cream is to die for!!!

So, let me share with you an experience...when I was living in Alta Apartments (north of BYU), I had a next door neighbor that I thought the world of. She was great and her name was Crystal. We had so much in common. We loved to do the same things, we were studying almost the same major and sometimes we even liked the same boys. But, there was one thing different. I had fabulous roommates and she did not. Her roommates were kind of a challenge. I was thankful everyday that I had the roommates that I did. I am not sure I would have lasted a semester with hers.

Anyway, I would be studying away in my apartment when the phone would ring, it would be for me and all I heard was a voice on the other end of the phone say, "Parking Lot". That was the code word to hurry out to the parking lot because Crystal was in need of a friend. Oh, It also worked the other way, too All I would need to say is the two code words "parking lot" and Crystal would be out there in a flash. We would jump into my car and head over to Springville. Our favorite ice cream place was called the Polar King and they had delicious ice cream–a different flavor every day. We would purchase our ice cream cones and sit and talk and talk and talk. When our ice cream cones were all finished, life was so much better. By the time we arrived back into the parking lot, we, usually, were laughing and ready to solve the world’s problems. Okay, maybe not the world’s, but maybe our own...

I know for a fact that ice cream brought a lot of warm fuzzies on some days that were not the greatest for Crystal and myself. If you ever have a sad day, call me up and say those 2 code words and I will rescue with ice cream!!


P.S. I am grateful for ice cream-especially, strawberry, parking lots, my friend-Crystal, memories, and laughter.