Peppermint Stick Ice Cream

Well, I somehow got way behind on my posting this week, so I get to talk even more about the random things that happen in my life. I was thinking about writing two entries tomorrow because our computer was working about as fast as an old lady doing....well pretty much anything. I would type an entire sentence, look up, and see that it wasn't even on the screen yet. So I had to wait until it eventually showed up. Very annoying, if you ask me. Luckily, though, it woke back up after following the complicated procedure called a "restart." So now you get to listen to me talk more about myself. You lucky ducks.

I'll talk about how my sick day went. Because of the title, we are going to go from most exciting to least (not that the least isn't important, it's just not action-packed).

Peppermint stick is one of my favorite flavors of ice cream. If you have never tried it and love mint, I highly recommend it. It's especially good this time of year to help get you in the holiday spirit. With this idea in mind, my dad picked up a half gallon of Blue Bunny ice cream that was on sale. We had some yesterday and it was amazing, and decided to have another round tonight. Unfortunately, this plan fell through due to a small detail.

Ice cream does not go in the refrigerator.

My dad accidentally overlooked this last night, and when he opened the freezer he found a surprise: no ice cream. When he opened the refrigerator, he found a bigger, messier surprise:

1. The entire shelf on which the ice cream sat was covered in ice cream soup. So he,


2. Took out the tray and,


3. Carried it upstairs to the kitchen to wash off, accidentally dripping the pink liquid all over the carpet.

I had just taught my dad the phrase, "epic fail." After carefully assessing the situation, we decided that the actual placement of the ice cream in the refrigerator did not fit the qualifications because it was one simple mistake in a controlled environment. However, the situation escalated to the epic fail level once the peppermint stick ice cream touched the carpet (I wish I had taken a a picture of the steps before my mom and I cleaned it up- it was literally drizzled in a line for the first six steps, then occasional drops peppering the remaining path to the kitchen. All in all, it made for an interesting night, though I am sad that our peppermint stick ice cream is no longer in existence.

Less eventfully, I laid low and listened to music for a lot of the day. Sifting through my iPod, I came across a band I had not listened to in a while, "Explosions in the Sky." They are entirely instrumental, and their songs could be considered inspirational in that feel-good type of way. If you have ever seen the TV show "Friday Night Lights," many of their songs have been played as background music. I listened to them for much of my down time. I will leave you with one of my favorites, called "Your Hand in Mine."