So I decided to name my journal/blog/thingie (I am not sure of what to call it) after jellybeans.  Its silly really. 

Jellybeans have been my favorite junk food since I was about six.  My grandfather drove a big rig and one day he decided I could go for a RIDE with him in his big read truck!  Wow!  I can still remember that day twenty years later.  We went to his office, I have no idea what the name of the company was, and on the owner/managers desk was a huge jar of purple jellybeans.  Let’s face it the purple ones are the best kind.  He let me have a handful while he and my grandpa talked.  Then another handful, then another, then another.....this is a great day when you are six.  I was so happy.  We left and went home with my grandfather suggesting that I don't tell my grandmother that he let me spoil my dinner.  (To me this was okay we were having stuffed cabbage and what six year old wants to eat that!)  When we got back to grandma's house I wasn't feeling to well but we sat down to eat all the same.  I just pushed my food around my plate then, when I got up to clear the dishes, it happened.  The purple jellybeans came back with a vengeance.  It was horrible.  I have no memory of it but my mother has always said that my grandmother only got made at my grandpa a handful of times in her whole life and that was one of them.  I went home, felt better, went to school, and well I forgot about it. 

Recently I pulled out a bible I received from VBS during the summer of 1986 when the jellybean incident occurred.   Out fell a leaflet.  I opened it and was reading through remembering people and things that had left during my childhood when I flipped to the children’s lesson.  It was about a little girl who vomited purple jellybeans after over indulging herself and how that was bad and God tells us not to over indulge.  I ran to my mom's to ask her if that was about me, I have no memory of the service, and she said she still remembers that day!  She had never seen my grandfather so red in the face.  When he died two years later they retold that story at the funeral service which I also don't remember.  It was nice to have that leaflet.  So this is where the jellybeans come from.  Life is a wonderful bowl of jellybeans....some good...some not so good...some sticky...some sweet...but never to much.