Huzzah! That interjection of joy was given by yours truly when Blue Bell ice cream came to Arizona and the fact that we’re celebrating Blue Bell’s centennial it’s even better. I can remember my first tour of the Blue Bell factory with my BFF Sara.

Sara and I ran a lot in high school. Not only for the school, but in the summers we would trek off to University of Texas to track camp and we did countless fun runs. Two of our favorites were the 5Ks hosted by Amy’s Ice Cream and Blue Bell. Not to brag, but we were the reigning champs two years in a row.

She had come back to Texas for summer break our Freshman year at college and we took a road trip over to Brenham. Taking a tour that was geared for kindergärtners (like the umlaut over the A) as college freshman made us giddy and giggley.

And their motto really is “Eat all you can and we’ll sell the rest,” and we tried!

I guess what I’m trying to convey is that this little Blue Bell obsession I have comes naturally. I have more little stories and I might be feeling a bit nostalgic since I’m back home in Texas this weekend and it’s nice to remember these things.

Hmm. But there must have been a trigger. Something that made me recall these memories. I wonder if it was the four gallons of Blue Bell I found in my parents freezer this morning while rummaging around for breakfast!

Clockwise we have: Coffee, Dutch Chocolate,(Ja)Mocha Almond Fudge and Sugar Free Vanilla.

Have you ever had Blue Bell ice cream? Let me tell you, it really is the best stuff on Earth (I don’t care what Snapple claims!). So, last night, I don’t know, around 10:30 PM, I decided that I needed some Blue Bell. The problem is that Wal-Mart is the only place I know of in Arizona that sells the stuff and every Wal-Mart in Arizona is in a baaaaaaad part of town.

So, last night at 10:30 PM, I truck my prissy little arse to Wal-Mart to pick up a pint. And let me tell you, I learned that there’s nothing more intimidating than a female with ice cream on the brain; Nobody was messing with me!

Remember I said my MooMoo was in town visiting this last weekend? MooMoo taught me how to make coffee about 12 years ago. Remember I said I was a coffee drinker now. She taught me to make it, “A scoop a cup.” My Uncle Steve jokes that when you put cream in MooMoo’s coffee that the cream never makes it back to the top. That’s good coffee huh?