Good morning all you happy go lucky in love people. It is Valentine's Day, and I've spent the weekend wrestling a sick child. I've had a lot to think about this wonderful holiday season. So it prompted a conversation on my facebook page about princes and frogs..With even a toad or two thrown in for good measure. It prompted my friend Paula to state "When life gives you frogs, make froglegs and wash them down with the lemon drop martini's that you made with the lemons life gave you previously." So having likened men to princes and frogs yesterday, I have after careful consideration changed it to Rocky Road Fudge.
As I stepped on the scale this morning as is my usual ritual, I am currently holding steady and have stopped dropping weight. I am also thinking about Lemon Drops now, which I really like because they are sugary, and sweet. I have came to the conclusion, that I am a sugar addict. But not in the sense of food, in the sense of relationships. I love, love the sugary, and syrupy words of admirers. Being told that I am all that and a bag of Doritos makes me feel powerful! This is a frightening revelation.
At one point in time I was made aware by my dear friend Rob, that my mood directly correlates to the status of my relationships. When I am happy in love, the world seems wonderful. Let something go wrong, and the storm of the century brews, stews and the next thing you know we are embroiled in an ice age... It is like climbing a mountain of Rocky Road Fudge... I keep tripping over the nuts, and landing on the marshmallows.
I have fallen for a Marshmallow man once or twice. I'm not talking about a big chubby guy, but the one's who tell you what you want to hear, because they ooze the sugary, syrup out of their mouths like a soda fountain whose head has popped off. These Marshmallow gods are the one's that girls love to believe, handsome, and seemingly sweet. The problem with Marshmallows is they go stale all too fast. You find yourself gritting your teeth going, I can't take another bite of you because your gonna turn me into a diabetic, or worse I'm gonna in up in a sugar induced bordom coma.
Then there are the nuts. Nuts can be incredibly deceptive things. They are supposed to be good for you, packed in protein. They can either be tough to crack, or already unshelled. A special thanks goes out always to the poor previous girl who spent all that time cracking the nut for your enjoyment. Nuts come on strong, or subtle, and come in a variety of flavors, shapes and colors. If it is a bad nut, then it can make you ill. Problem is you usually don't know the nut is bad until after you take a large bite, unlike the marshmallow who you immediately know is stale. The aftereffects of the nut can hang with you for a long time....
Then there is the wave of Chocolate... I prefer my chocolate bittersweet. I like the chocolate guys, the ones who are sweet enough, but bitter enough to know that you are human. They will not constantly shower you with attention, but enough to balance out the bitterness. Chocolates are the right fit for me. I require balance in my life. Adoration, tempered with reality. I have a minor Chocolate addiction right now. Chocolate is complex, and difficult to figure out. It can be a liquid, or solid. It is so much like water, but with all sorts of interesting complex flavors. If you cook it at the wrong temperature you can ruin, a great piece of chocolate.
So having likened men to princes, and frogs yesterday I believe that the fudge analogy is more appropriate. I am currently enjoying my bittersweet chocolate bar, and wondering how long it is going to last, until I run into a nut that will ruin it for me...
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