A friend of mine just went through a rather frustrating period of her life, and in an attempt to find a blog topic for today, i asked her what could make her feel better in her sad and lowly state. She told me she was too upset to be happy, and she wasn't the person to ask, but after a little bit of prodding, i finally got an answer out of her. Sweedish Berries.
Candy is my weakness. There is no feeling like the feeling of processed sugar running across your tongue and sending a tingling sensation all the way up and down your spine (I may or may not be closing my eyes right now, imagining the feeling). It's like diving into a cold pool on the hottest day of the year: exhilerating! No wonder they call it a sugar rush!
Anyway, Sweedish berries. When i was a kid, my older brother was a competitive dancer. Four weekends a year, our family packed up our lives and went to every competition. To this day, nearly four years after he finished dance, i can still recite to you every word of Stupid Cupid. Never have i heard a song so much in my entire life. So my parents used to sit at the back of the auditorium and watch, but i was never a 'back seat' kind of girl. I sat as close to the front as possible, my eyes glued to every sequin, and every rediculous hat, and every fall. After about 20 ballet groups, any 9 year old would be pretty restless, but my dad, being the incredible man he is, always knew how to settle the restlessness. He has this weird intuition, it's almost like he can read my mind, where he knows when I'm feeling restless, or uncomfortable, or impatient, and he always knows how to counteract it. So it was at this point, 20 numbers in, that my dad, like a glistening white night, woud appear at the end of my row with a rather bulging jacket. He would sit down beside me, hand me my contraband Sweedish Berries and 7Up, and go back to my mom. Sweedish Berries - this i know for sure - are the only reason i put up with as many dance competitions as i did. Just a random thought here, but why do theatres provide snack food, and then not let you eat it? Cruel and unusual punishment, i tell you.
Anybody know where Sweedish Berries actually come from? It can't be Sweden. Consider, for a moment, how much money it would cost Sweedish Berries Inc. to ship all those Sweedish Berries to Canada? And what do they call Sweedish Berries in Sweden? Wouldn't they just be berries? Or would Sweedish Berries not exhist in Sweden? Would they be something else in Sweden? Like... Swiss Berries? Or Asian Berries? What about Canadian Berries? Do we have so little production resources in Canada that we must important our illegitemate berries all the way from Sweden? That's sad, Canada. Step it up.
So this friend of mine has just reappeared, Sweedish Berries in hand, enjoying every second of them, and for the first time today, that girl looks like she's got a tiny bit of her spring back. Maybe sugar does make everything better ;D
Thank you Sweedish Berries!
Blessings,
Maddi M.
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