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There’s this new brand of soda at the store where I normally shop. It’s called Chubby. Bunch of cool flavors, like banana, green cream, pineapple, bubble gum, and cotton candy. Pretty good. It comes in little 8 and a half ounce plastic bottles, and there’s a drawing of a little fat kid in a hat on the label. Third best thing to come out of Canada, after Mike Meyer and Barenaked Ladies.
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Last weekend, I’m in the store to buying a 12 pack of beer. I walk down the wrong aisle (and no I hadn’t been drinking yet), and I see these little bottles. I think, “3 for a buck? And they have banana? Sold!” So I pick up three of them, grab my 12 of Rolling Rock, and head out.
When I get to my friends’ place, I decided to try one, since I’d never had before. I grabbe a beer too, to save a trip into the kitchen. So I’m sitting in the lliving room with a) an uopened beer, b) a banana soda, and c) a big grin. One of the girls there looks at me and says, “You’re pretty much just a big kid, aren’t you?”
Well, yeah, I am. I hadn’t really thought about it, but I’m still pretty much a kid. I mean, I still have grown-up urges (at least, I don’t remember having thoughts of Sandra Bullock in a Catholic schoolgirl uniform as a kid), but for the most part, I’m a kid. And I like it.
I still root for my high school team, I dig jellybeans (especially the buttered popcorn ones), I call my friends “buttface” when they call on the phone, and I could go a whole day eating nothing but cereal. Frosted Flakes, to be precise. Screw that shredded wheat noise.
And on top of it all, I can buy my own beer, too.
So anyone else out there pretty much a big kid? Still watch cartoons? Still eat really crappy sugary artifically-flavored cereals? Still eat too much candy and not enough vegetables? Or am I alone in being irresponsible and immature?
Battles are won in nuance.
If the search function was working, I could have pointed you toward the thread I started about a month ago on my fixation with the Willy Wonka candy basket that my co-worker has on her desk. As it is, you’ll just have to take my word for it.
My day isn’t complete without one Cherry Coke. I have a jar of marshmellow fluff in my cabinet, to which my mother remarked “When the hell are you going to eat like an adult?” Chunky Monkey is my favorite ice cream flavor (see my profile) and I am quite often the sufferor of a candy-belly ache.
So, yea, you’re not alone.
So anyone else out there pretty much a big kid? Yep.
Still watch cartoons? Oh, yeah. But I don’t care for most of the new ones. Give me Popeye, Road Runner, Bugs Bunny, George of the Jungle, etc. any day.
Still eat too much candy and not enough vegetables? YEP - though I have always liked most veggies, candy rules!
Or am I alone in being irresponsible and immature? Alone? You haven’t even convinced me that you’re in my league. I still say the best thing about having kids is that you get to play with all their toys. If someone looks at you like you’re crazy, all you need to say is “I have kids”. They just nod and go away. My son and I can play “Criss Cross Crash” till the batteries run down. Play Doh is cool. I’m not much into dolls, but I’ll even take that over working. Well, at least until the wife makes me temporarily face reality.
Sig! Sig a Sog! Sig it loud! Sig it Strog! – Karen Carpenter with a head cold
Oh, yeah - mmmmmmmmmm…Frosted Flakes!
Sig! Sig a Sog! Sig it loud! Sig it Strog! – Karen Carpenter with a head cold
Flypsyde - Where’s the store that has Chubby? I’ll need to stop by…
rasta-I normally shop at the Schnuck’s on W. Jefferson. I’ve not yet tried the other Schnuck’s yet, but I may look at the one at Montvale Commons. W. Jefferson is just about the worst one in town, so if they’ve got it, I’d imagine the others do.
Battles are won in nuance.