Cheese Balls

Time to brighten up this blog, get away from the doom and gloom, and get back to finding the amusing things in life. For example, my amazing pieces of art-work. (This is a sun incase you can't tell).

We had multicultural day at work today. We all brought different types of food. I cooked Bunuelos (insert diacritical tilde over n - yes, it makes a difference). Now you can begin to picture my beautiful Colombian features. My olive skin. Big dark eyes. Curves and curls alike. Or you can scrap all that and realise that I'm just an ordinary Aussie, who a) can use Google, and b) liked the idea of everyone at work going around talking about my cheese balls.

Oh it was a lovely day. The sun was shining, there was music in the air. And there was food. Oh so much food. But the part that pleased me most - was the giggle I got every time I heard someone commenting on my cheesy balls. "These balls are not as cheesy as I would have thought," said some. "But they are rather salty little balls." Giggle. Giggle. I know - it's immature. But when you work in a workplace like mine, you've got no choice but to let a little immaturity in to brighten your day. And, as I asked more and more people if they had tried my salty balls, I was reminded of the days when I used to find South Park amusing. For the rest of the day I had to refrain from singing (in front of clients): "Suck on my Cheesy (not chocolate) Salty Balls." Finally - after 13 years - I found this song funny.

As I left work, with that obnoxious song looping over and over in my head, I was reminded how important it was to find those funny moments in life. To let that jiggling feeling just above your stomach and close to your heart jiggle 'til you giggle. And, even if the day slaps you in the face like a bit wet fish, you can always tell it to "Suck on my Cheesy Salty Balls. Stick 'em in your mouth and SUCK 'EM"