In order to understand the first part of the title you have to have a little background information. At work I have a lot of regular customers, one of them is a man by the name of Ron Houston. I recently discovered that Ron is a psychologist, so one day I asked him what his emphasis was. He told me that he started out as Infant and Early Childhood development (what I am going into) and now he works as a forensic psychologist (something I think is way cool). I told him that I was a Psych major going into Infant and Early Childhood and he thought that was cool. He asked me if I was planning on going to Graduate school (which I am still considering) and he then told me that if I ever wanted to sit down and kind of learn the ropes, that he would be more than happy to help. He then told me that one day he overheard me talking to another regular customer about different psychology ideas, concepts and applications of those concepts and he told me that he was very impressed and said that I really know my stuff. So needless to say that made me really really happy and also made me feel really smart.
The second part of the title requires a longer bit of background information but I will keep in short. So the moral of the story is I can't eat skittles. So what is the story you may ask? My junior year of high school for a group date ( there was like 10 of us) we played the skittle game. For those of you who don't know what this is; it is when you pass a big bowl of skittles above your head and take out two at a time. If they are the same color you are allowed to chew them, if they are not then you must hold them in your mouth. No chewing, No swallowing. So we played this game for almost 3 hours. You know that sticky feeling in your cheeks when you have had way to much sugar? Well we were all dealing with that. So we were eating chunks of cheese and bits of meat to get that taste out of our mouth. 1 year later, still not able to eat skittles. To this day I can not think about skittles without that taste returning. 2 years after that I am driving beet truck waiting in line at the dump. I am eating some lunch when I see one of those fun packs of skittles. I thought well it has been three years I can eat those. I put it in my mouth and all was well . . . and then I bit down. I was gagging and spitting that thing out like it was poison!
How does this relate to today? Well long story short some of my roommates bought skittles and they found out this humaliting little story. They wanted to see what would happen if I ate one of these devil candies. They told me they would give me a pack of pepsi if I ate it. Easier said then done. It took me half an hour to get it in my mouth. I got it in and could not bite down, but that was part of the deal. I finally bit down and I lost it. After I swallowed, I went over to the sink and started to swish out the taste. All the while my friends are laughing uncontrollably at me. Good times, I could feel the redness in my cheeks forever! I was kinda angry at all involved in the blackmailing, so they all payed off their debts to become my friend again. Josh put the icing on the cake with a fake proposal to Sarah with a "ring pop". Yes we got it on tape. I love making memories like this, it makes life so much fun. Until next time . . . keep it real!
