Two things I have been asked recently: What won’t you blog about? and ice cream related stuff.
What won’t I blog about? When I started this blog I promised myself I wouldn’t say anything grossly negative about my husband. He’s a good man and I don’t want anyone to think differently. Sometimes someone (not me, mind you, just some random someone) may overreact and rant and rave and make others think he’s a complete jerk. It would be unfair and hurtful to him and I would never want that.
I won’t blog any details about my job. I like it. I need it. ‘Nough said.
I won’t blog anything that would embarrass my almost sixteen (holy crap, she’s going to be sixteen!) stepdaughter. At her age almost anything can be embarrassing so I don’t write too much about her. I will tell you she is smarter than you and me put together. Seriously, straight A’s in Advanced Placement classes. Good thing too, cause the Lord knows she’s going to need a scholarship to pay for college!
I don’t use their names. I’m just private like that.
I think that’s it. Maybe something else will come up in the future that’s off limits, who knows.
Ice cream related questions.
I really do love ice cream. When I chose the name for this blog I wanted something kinda cute, kinda catchy and kinda me. That’s what I came up with. I like it.
My favorite ice cream? That’s a little harder to answer. It all depends on the mood.
For the most part I don’t like ice cream with alot of “stuff” in it. I hate the Big Guy’s favorite, Rocky Road. Too much stuff. And incidentally, the only ice cream in the freezer right now.
I like vanilla with pretzels crushed up on it.
I like coffee ice cream but can’t stand drinking coffee, go figure.
I like Ben & Jerry’s Vermonty Python but I spit out (my how lady-like) the chocolate cows because they taste funny.
I am a snob and will only eat the so called “premium” ice creams. I swear I can taste the chemicals in the other brands.
I have an ice cream maker and when I’m feeling adventurous I’ll make my own. You know how hard it is to get peach ice cream?
When I taught Sunday School I did a lesson that involved making ice cream in plastic bags wrapped with ice, salt and newspaper.
I just love ice cream.
I can’t think of a good way to end this post, so