The late night snack of champions.
The only complaint I have is I wish that they tasted like their color. You know, yellow tasting like lemon, orange tasting like an orange, so on and so forth. It’d be much more exciting, but I guess most people aren’t searching for excitement from their breakfast cereal…
And to be honest, half of my brain is wanting to go into a deep, insightful, challenging, and lovely analogy comparing Froot Loops to life. I could compare it to how as believers do we see ourselves standing out from the crowd? Do we say that our color is different but leave the same taste as everyone else? I could talk about how even though as believers we share Christ as the common denominator (flavor) we are all unique to the body (colors), or I could tell you that when you feed them to your 9 month old brother you get to change lime green poopy diapers.
I’d rather not though. What could I tell you about?
I could tell you about the first time I drove in 5 months was on snowy roads in the dark looking for a half blind, dark brown horse that got loose. I could tell you how I’m taking a Global Culture class online and thoroughly enjoying it. I could tell you about how much I’ve loved eating real food again, or all the amazing things I’ve cooked since being home.
I could tell you how my trip home took 48hrs on a train instead of 35, and how I stayed the night in Colombus, WI and didn’t go home till the next day. (But I will tell you that it was one of the best trips I’ve ever taken, and that the B&B I stayed at was phenomenal) I could tell you about how I’ve had a hard time transitioning back into ‘midwest’ preaching. I could talk about all the amazing things God has been teaching me.
I could tell you about my new tattoo, even though it is several months old. I could tell you that my coffee consumption has gone down, even though I now live only 4hrs away from the birthplace of Starbucks. I could inform you that I’ve gained a new appreciation for Wisconsin’s snow removal abilities. (Trust me, just live someplace where they don’t believe in snowplows and salt, and then have it snow 12 inches).
Nah. I’d rather just sit here contemplating Froot Loops.