Spaghetti? I Was Just Dreaming About That …

Today is National Spaghetti Day here in the United States. I didn’t know that until a friend of mine posted it on Facebook earlier today. I also didn’t know it was National Trivia Day in the United States. The same friend posted that, too. So before I tell my story … how about a tidbit of spaghetti trivia?

Did you know that the word spaghetti is plural for the Italian word spaghetto, which is a diminutive of spago, meaning “thin  string” or “twine?” You do now!

Dean Martin eating spaghetti

It is probably a total coincidence that I had a dream about spaghetti last night. Usually when I have a dream that I am trying to figure out, I wake up and email myself what I remember. Nine times out of ten, it is a bunch of misspelled words that I have to wonder just what I was trying to type.

So my dream, I admit, doesn’t make much sense at all. Although it was almost like there should have been a message in it or something. So, here is (to my best recollection) the dream:

There is a mixture of humans and cartoon characters in it. I don’t really understand it, but that is like most dreams I suppose. The family from Bluey is in it (probably because my daughter and I were watching it before bed).

The Heelers from Bluey

At first I think I am at some sort of spaghetti dinner, like a fund raiser or something. Then I realize that this event is some sort of celebration or ceremony. It has something to do with the children – and the number of meatballs on the child’s plate. It was sort of like a karate/kung fu belt ceremony.

Each child walks through the line with a plate of spaghetti and when the reach the appropriate server, he plops a certain number of meatballs on the plate and explains what it means. No meatballs meant they were newcomers, one meatball was a novice, two meatballs meant they were intermediate, three meatballs signified above average, and four meatballs was a pro/master.

Anyone who got four meatballs got a huge round of applause from the crowd. It was almost like some sort of Jewish Bar Mitzvah or something, “Congratulations! Four meatballs! You are now a man!” I stood there puzzled by the whole thing and then I realized that I am in line, holding a plate of spaghetti. The server drops three meatballs on my plate and tells me to move on.

I am stumped. I am confused. Why do I not have four? What exactly are you a pro at if you DO get four meatballs? I don’t even know!

I walk away staring at these three meatballs and Bluey’s dad, Bandit, comes up to me and says, “Only three, huh? That’s they way it goes sometimes, Mate.”

Then I wake up.

Weird. Weird. Weird.

Oh, and the guy dishing out the meatballs? Frank Sinatra!

Color My World!

This is some sort of new trend I guess – Adult Coloring Books! They have been around for a bit, but recently at the store, I saw an entire rack of them – FOR ADULTS! Supposedly this is a big way to reduce stress.

I used to love to color as a kid. I had plenty of coloring books with Bugs Bunny, Hong Kong Phooey, and other cartoon characters of the time. I remember going to my grandmas house and there was an end table that had a door on it. When you opened the door there was a huge stack of coloring books and a big old bucket of crayons. We colored for hours.

If you were lucky as a kid, you didn’t just get the box of 24 colors – you got the big box of 64 colors with the built in crayon sharpener!

This was the only way a kid could get the gold or silver crayons!

It’s been some time since I sat down and colored with my boys. However, now that Ella is 18 months old, we got her the box of Jumbo crayons to color with.

In order to avoid any unwanted crayon on the walls, we gave her some paper and let her draw.

She has always seemed to do things with her left hand, so I have a feeling she will be a Southpaw (which will be good when she plays softball!). She began to draw with her left hand and when she got a second crayon, she began to draw with both. The more I watch her, the more I think she may be ambidextrous.

Watching her color was just a joy! I know she is going to be so creative. I was having as much fun watching her as she was having drawing.

The door of the refrigerator is a place of honor for kids. When your artwork is placed there, you know it is special. Ella produced many “fridgeworthy” drawings the other day. This is the first completed crayon drawing:

This, one, however, will NOT go on the fridge! It will go in a frame for us to treasure for many years to come. Is she Rembrandt? No. Is she Picasso? No. Is she Van Gogh? No. Is she da Vinci? No. But maybe one day she will listed among those famous artists because of her work. I will applaud all of her creativity and encourage her to continue doing whatever she loves to do!

If I am being completely honest, her artwork is more priceless and hold more value to be than any piece of art from the “masters”.