Sno Cone Queen

This was originally posted last summer. I thought it would be a great weekend re post. I'm really crazing a sno cone right now. I think I just made up a new word and didn't even know it-crazing. :)

Summer is officially here, though it doesn't feel that way in E. Texas. The rain has just not stopped. By the time it goes away for a day or two it comes right back. This is highly unusual for here.
When I think summer I think of the wonderful memories of the sno-cone stand. The sno-cone stand was just right at a mile from the house. We (my bestest childhood friend L.) would make a trip for a summer refreshment. If L.'s dad took us we were sometimes allowed to ride in the back of the pickup truck which was always a highlight of the treat. This was a time back in the 1800's when it was somewhat ok to ride in the back with out it being totally illegal. Today you would be arrested for child endangerment, but I digress.
If L.'s dad or my mom were feeling splurgie they would let us have the rainbow flavored sno-cone that always looked so cool. We always wondered how did they do that?
We were experts at the proper technique of eating a sno-cone. Oh yes there is a technique. We would chisel down the sno-ball with our nifty spraw (that's spoon straw to you amateur's), sometimes even chipping it away completely just to get to the juicy slushy goodness. We would compare cups to see who actually made theirs the most juicy. Then we would slurp it up and laugh at each others colorful tongues and moustaches.
Fast forward about 7-9 years, and I had the privilege of finding out what the secret technique to making a rainbow sno-cone was. I became a paid employee of the very same sno-cone stand. You would almost say it was a dream come true for a 7-8 year old girl. I loved the job and the people I served. No one ever complained and I always made the cones as juicy as possible. I believed myself to be an expert on the cone. I could mix syrups and make my own special flavors like no body's business. I was, after all, a professional.
If working at the "stand" was not thrill enough, my boss had the local paper come and do a story on Sno Cones and summer time. Lucky me I got to be in the paper on the front page!
The stand is no longer there. I think the boss sold it off shortly after I graduated high school. I always thought I would love to own a stand just for fun and of course let teenagers pretty much run it for extra cash. I don't think there would be much profit for myself in it.
Oh you want to know the secret method to making a rainbow sno cone? If I told you I'd have to kill you.

I actually ripped this page out my scrap book to get this pic in.

Also I'm staring at this pic looking at that awesome muscle on my arm, that I will never have again. That my friends is what they call a Tennis arm. -I just had to mention that.

A Summer KISS

It was the summer between junior and senior year and I was reigning as snow cone queen at castle snow cone stand. I had it good with my window AC, a black and white T.V. and all the sugary flavored goodness I could possibly want. Then my neighbors moved in.



My neighbor happened to be a firecracker stand and the family that was running it just happened to be the family of the boy whom I had crushed over since 5th grade. Of course it wasn't just "any" boy, it was of course Mr. popular football playing stud muffin I'm to good for you kind of boy. Now I admit by 7th grade my fire for him pretty much burned out and I lowered my standards a bit and found boys to like with in my reach. When I found out they would be running the stand the small burning embers glimmered a teeny tiny bit. Just a small glimmer though. He was after all pretty much engaged to his girl friend as there was a bambino on the way. So it was more of a lump of coal that was still kind of warm from the bbq and not a small burning ember. My chances were pretty slim to none.



The neighbors and I got along pretty well. I was a great hostess and allowed them to visit the snowy castle as it was cooler in there than out at the firey stand. Yeah yeah I see the all the irony as well. The "fire"cracker stand and the "snow" cone stand. Anyways so I would let them in to cool off and offer a snowy sugary treat as long as they had their own cup. See the boss counted the cups cause that's where most of the expenses went in to was the cups.



One night when it was really slow at both places, Studmuffin just happened to be working the stand alone which was rare. He must have came by for his snowy treat and we got to talking and I somehow followed him over to his stand. We started talking about random stuff. I think he was telling me about getting married and the bambino on the way. I just couldn't believe that we were just shootin the breeze like we were old friends. Had it been 5 years earlier I probably would have been freaking out. So we were just hanging out watching the sunset and he turned on some tunes and we started rocking out to KISS-I want to rock and roll all night ..and party every day... We just jammed out and sang and played our air guitars the rest of the night. A good time was had by us both. That my friends was my "Summer KISS" with the coolest guy in school. You didn't really think I actually kissed him did you?!