never, EVER grow up

Can be found in my blog entry Never Grow Up on 360° http://360.yahoo.com/ajw17

Is stainless steel really stainless? I’m thinking I might have to experiment with this. Paint might be terribly hard to get off. Or would it? Could you just scrap it off? What about permanent marker, would that stain stainless steel? These are questions that need to be answered. The world demands an answer. Well, I. I demand the answer.

Anyway what brought this on, is me and my never-ending quest to act my shoe size, which depending on the shoe can be anywhere between 4 and 6 ½. On Friday I was over at mom’s with her and Jenny. They were baking a few things for our Christmas get together with mom’s side of the family the next day. Some how I ended up with a stainless steel bowl in my hands. I don’t know if Jenny handed it to me for some reason or what. But when I picked it up the bottom of it made a noise as the metal moved out of and back into place.

That was all I needed to get me started. I crashed my hand on it to get a “gong” effect, and I was all like “Hear ye! Hear ye!” Behold his majesty King Masey. Since I had stuck a plastic pot on his head not moments before. Jenny got into the fun, when I rang my gong again. Saying, “Bring out your dead. Bring out your dead.” Which got us going on a whole Holy Grail kick. It’s funny, and a little sad; Jenny knows the entire part of the French guy. My favorite though was ringing it and saying “Sanctuary. Sanctuary.” Which was then followed by a dance number with the stainless steel bowl as a prop hat. Jenny said I needed to take it off my head, roll it down my arm, back up and onto my head. I’m all like do I look like Mel Gibson? But then I had to wash the bowl cause mom needed to use it. Even though Jenny said it was only on my head, no big deal.

Ah fun with cookware. Like the time we almost got kicked out of Target for sword fighting with plastic cooking utensils and using pot lids as shields.

I think I got this one down, but I wanted it on my list anyway. Case in point: Yesterday, after finishing my grocery shopping, I rode the cart through the parking lot all the way to my car. Cracks me up when other people do this too.