Ice Cream Diaries

Ice cream is my lover.  That's one thing my sister and I have in common...no matter what time of day, how cold it is outside, how many pounds I have packed on in the winter months, at any given time, we will gladly devour a carton of ice cream in one sitting.  

My sister is four years older than I, so she was in college when I was in high school.  Whenever she would come home for the weekend, I would go to the ice cream parlor, order an oreo ice cream cake and have the decorator frost an inside joke we share on the top.  Most of the time, it ended up being a quote from The Office, like "that's what she said" or "assistant TO the regional manager".  When she would come home on Fridays, I would pull out the cake and we would eat the entire thing and watch The Office in our pajamas.  Yes, it is true that we are party animals.  

One of the things that I remember the most about those times is that Jesse would always use a spoon and I, for some reason, adopted a fork for my weapon of choice.  And it was funny because our respective utensils said a lot about who we were as people.  

As Jesse is a journalist, she likes to absorb great doses of information (ice cream) and sift through it to find the essence of her discovery (in the ice cream metaphor, the coveted oreo chunk).      

I, on the other hand, use a fork because I don't like wading through nonsense.  I'm a 'get to the point' kind of person (and I REALLY like oreo chunks), so I don't enjoy wasting time with the ice cream when there are delicious chocolate cookies hiding in the abyss.  

When I eat, I stab through the cream to get to the chunks.  Much like my own life, I am ready to find the good stuff that I know awaits me.  It's out there, I just have to find it.  

I'm also unconventional.  I like to think that I go about doing things not necessarily the 'correct way', but the way that makes most sense to me, which, coincidentally, makes it the 'right way'.

I prefer forks also because they deliver a more painful stab when Jesse tries to steal the big oreo chunks away from me.  And this little feature tells a lot about me because, I am always concerned about how to protect myself and the things dear to my heart.  And quite literally, if you try to steal my oreos away from me, you will receive a swift and severe "pronging".  Don't say I didn't warn you.