The Power of Cotton Candy

Ryan and I took our little 3 year old niece, Makelle, to Target. We told her we would buy her ONE item of her choice since she was being so good as we purposely steered her to the dollar section of the store.

"Oooh!" she exclaimed, eyeballing the Princess lunchbox and plate set.

She was especially excited about the glow in the dark bracelets, sparkly sunglasses, and froofy hair ties.

But what she was most excited about was a delectable bag of cotton candy.

She clung onto it as we went around the whole store. Occasionally she would find something else she wanted ,and we would have to remind her, "You can only get one thing. Do you want cotton candy or < insert pink, sparkly item here >;." A few times I thought she might abandon the colorful bag, but she would think about her choice long and hard, ultimately choosing the irresistible treat.

It surprised me a couple times. I thought for sure she would go for the Cinderella figurine or lip gloss she was drooling over.

But it was the cotton candy that won that little girl's heart.

I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. A couple times I would turn around and see Ryan, one of her favorite uncles, shaking his head emphatically at anything pink in a resolute no. If there is one thing in common between the two of them, it would be their sweet tooth.

In the end, I left the parking lot with a happy 3 year old, a happy husband, and a bag of half eaten cotton candy.

(And twenty sticky fingers.)

How to Cook A Frozen Burrito

Step 1: Put burrito in microwave
Step 2: Cook burrito for 1 minute 30 seconds
Step 3: Eat burrito

I got step 1 right. Never got to step 3.

And just so you know, it's never a good thing to accidentally cook a burrito for 10 minutes and 30 seconds.

Yikes.

What Do You Attract?

Isn't it interesting how people attract different things.

You may be wondering what I mean by that.

Well, my dad always complains that he attracts mosquitoes. His sweet blood must be quite delectable. (I bet Bella Swan could relate.) And my old roommate Rachelle was always good at attracting weird guys.

Ryan, on the other hand, has a knack for attracting cops. Really. He is a cop magnet. For instance, he once got pulled over for going 23 mph in a 15 mph zone. I thought that you couldn't be pulled over unless you are going 10 over!

He then got a parking ticket for an expired registration (15 days expired!). When we brought in the ticket to the court house, the woman exclaims, "Wow! This must have been written by a real officer, not a parking officer! Very rare!" Her exclamation and envious tone made Ryan quite proud of his "rare" mint condition parking ticket, which he displayed so lovingly on the dusty, car floor.

One of my favorite cop encounters was one when Ryan was driving home. We live on a big hill. On the way up, he noticed fire trucks, cops, and a very burnt mountain terrain. At the time Ryan was dialing in his home number when he noticed the commotion. He slowed down a little to see the damage with the phone in hand. A cop then pulled out and followed Ryan home. 

The officer got out of the car. "Let me see your phone young man."

Confused, Ryan handed his phone over. Ryan's phone was pretty broken. The screen didn't work.

The officer continued, "You see, when there is fire, the arsonist will usually come back and take pictures of his work. I need to see your pictures."

Unfortunately, Ryan's screen would not display.

"Very convenient," the officer muttered. "Well, give me your name and number. You are now a suspect for arson."

Nothing ever came of this, but it is quite bizarre how Ryan seems to attract cops all the time.

Most recently yesterday we were driving to Ryan's cousin's wedding open house. Ryan had barely stopped at a orange light, you know that awkward time when you can't decide if you should stop or go. It was lucky that he stopped because to our left was a police car. I guess the cop saw Ryan and I looking at him because the officer pulled forward until he was directly next to us.

Julie: He's pulling up next to you....he's looking at you! He's rolling down his window! HE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!

Ryan: (muttering) oh no, oh no, oh no.

Ryan then rolled down his window and frighteningly glanced over. The police officer was beaming when he said, "Where is my green left arrow! It's your fault buddy."

Ryan: Uhhh, what?

Scary officer: It's your fault my arrow didn't show up!

Ryan: Oh! Um, sorry....

Scary officer: That's okay! Have a great day!

I could see the officer laughing with his partner, delighted for scaring us I'm sure.

As you can see, Ryan is extremely good at catching the attention of police officers. Luckily, Ryan is a law abiding guy.

Me, on the other hand, all I attract is Ryan.