A few weeks back I found a link to a blog on a friends site. Does that make sense? I think it was on Girly Muse’s page. Anyhow, the title caught my eye: “Life is like a bowl of marbles.” Pretty funny. I really have not stopped thinking about that title. It got me to wondering what MY life is like a bowl of. Crazy, random thoughts I have. My first few ideas were terrible cliches but as I pondered I finally came up with a brilliant simile for the story of my life. So here it is. (My) Life is like a bowl of coconut macadamia gelato with a hair in it. That’s it. My life summed up in 14 words. Profound huh? Let me explain. My favorite grocery store has a wonderful gelato counter in it. I am not a huge fan of ice cream (with the exception of Blue Bell) but I LOVE gelato. I don’t really like grocery shopping but moseying along the aisles of Von’s with a bowl of gelato isn’t a bad way to spend and hour. One day this past summer I got my little scoop of coconut macadamia delight and started loading up my cart with hot pockets and Lucky Charms. I wasn’t really paying attention to my treat other than to enjoy every delectable bite when I looked down and lo and behold there was a hair in my gelato. Gross. I felt more than a little sick from the sight of the hair AND because I had to throw away the rest of my frozen sweets. Since I tend to not be one of those march right over and complain kind of people I just shrugged it off as an albeit nasty, still human error and went on my way. The next time I went to the store I got a cup of gelato and after careful scrutiny I enjoyed it once again. This is my point. I didn’t stop eating something I loved just because of one incident. I was just a little more careful. SOOOO this is like my life. It is sweet and a little nutty and occasionally has a hair in it. I don’t stop living because of the hair. I am just a bit more cautious. I still love life (and gelato). I thought it might be fun to ask my fellow blogging friends and even those who don’t blog but just read mine (of whom I am sure number in the thousands), what your life is. In a bowl. Tell me or perhaps even blog about it yourself. Maybe Oprah will read it and think it a marvelous idea and we’ll all get on T.V. and then she (Oprah) will offer to publish a book and we can be famous and rich. You never know. I am waiting to hear.
A bowl of something….
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haha, i like it.
hmm…i think my bowl is ever-changing.
today my life is like a bowl of multi-colored water. sort of see-through, but just murky enough so that you can’t quite grasp what is on the other side.
hahaha kinda scary what comes out when you think about it. gonna have to go ponder that for a while.
My life is like a bowl of mixed nuts….sometimes you get a sweet cashew, sometimes there is bitter walnut and then there are those longish thick brown nut thingies that nobody really knows what exactly kind of nut they are. That’s my life…sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter and a whole lot of stuff I just don’t get.
thats a tough one…at times i feel like a bowl of oatmeal with milk…stuck and drowning!! other times i feel like a bowl of rose petals…free and ready to go with the wind! i guess i’d have to go with my buddy forest & shawna…a bowl of chocolates…sometimes sweet, sometimes goey…sometimes hard to chew…and alot of stuff i just dont get!