Basketball and Candy

Sunday afternoon we went to the T-wolves/Suns game on the tickets we got while attending Klund Jr.'s Target exposition game.  It was a very good game if you like watching your team turn a 20 point lead into a 7 point loss.  Not that I think my wife or daughter minded.  Eryn is more concerned about the food available and my wife likes to hang at the game with friends.  I'm not above being accused of not focusing fully on the game.  I took pictures of friends and walked a loop around the arena to get some exercise and see if there were any more coworkers around.  I found one architect at the game and one in a nearby store shortly after the game who had also been in attendance.



Eryn learned about Candyland.  When I was a kid, my mother parked next to Candyland almost every time we went to downtown Minneapolis, which wasn't all the infrequently.


In keeping with my collection of blurry pictures, here she is turning her head to look at all the candy so often I can't focus.

Jelly Belly

On our way home from Chicago, we took a tour of the Jelly Belly factory/warehouse in Wisconsin. In some respects, it reminded me of the in-laws cookie factory. Mostly a lot of shelves. There just happened to be a tour train and videos. I did appreciate the free jelly beans at the end. Some of the foreign tourists went a little crazy and filled up shopping baskets with Jelly Bellys and other candy, and posed with their baskets and candy (peace signs and other weird poses). We don't have any of those sorts of pictures, although I did buy some candy. It wasn't considerably cheaper than the store, unless you were buying Belly Flops, which are jelly beans that don't make the cut. Their Super Fruit mixture is perhaps my new favorite mix.

The factory from afar.


I kid. It looked nothing like that. That was the nearby power plant. But for a while we were concerned that's where we were headed and it would turn out to be some sort of Willy Wonkaesque adventure. Eryn and me posing outside the store.

Eryn didn't like her hat at all. She wanted it off as soon as humanly possible. Up and to the right are the Harry Potter Jelly Bellys - Bertie Bott style. So you have your pencil shavings, centipede, vomit, sardine, and the like. We didn't buy any of those, and didn't even bother to try them at the tasting counter. Eryn once had a package with sausage and sardine in it and, although they sounded intriguing in Harry Potter, the reality was much less romantic.

Pooteewheet, on the other hand, loved her hat and the pictures of conservative presidents rendered in Jelly Bellys.

Eryn and Mom posing next to the Jelly Belly slug bug.

Papa

Christy and Steve brought us back a present from their trip to Europe. Our very own Papa Benedetto XVII sucker from the gelato shop. Here he is blessing my backyard and Luna's pen.