I am nothing, if not fashionably late. Of course, my husband may disagree with you because he is one, who not only likes to get where we are going on time; he likes to get there early. We have had some heated discussions, which usually leave me grovelling at his feet, because, yes it's my fault, and I will promise to try to do better, honest I will, please don't lock me in the closet again. Oh, I didn't realize you were still reading. Moving right along!
The paragraph above was meant to make you roll your eyes and say "WILL YOU GET TO THE POINT WOMAN? THIS IS ABOUT BLOG FODDER!" Did you know that there is this little vein on the side of your head that pops out when you are frustrated with me? No? Was it ok that I told you? I could probably help you hide it with a little bit of makeup.
Now, where was I?
Oh yes, this week's Blog Fodder topic was brought to you by Rob over at My Bloody Great Nutshell.
Name a sensory input(s) which trigger a mood change be it uplifting, depressing, poignancy or remind you of a past event or period in time. Examples - the smell of an aftershave or perfume, a song, a baby crying, the sound of a vegas slot machine, the feel of clean sheets, the taste of a childhood drink.
There are so many appropriate things I would write here to answer this question. There are many different things that trigger memories, some of which Rob has mentioned above in his examples.
- The smell of babies. There is something about them that I can never get enough of. I went to a shower this weekend, and there was a little one (Stormin Norman!) that I just couldn't get enough of. Of course, when I tried to hide him under my shirt and sneak him home, his mother totally tackled me like a football player before I even opened the front door. Whenever I hold little babies I tend to bury my nose in their neck, or smell the top of their heads. There's just something about that smell that brings out the maternal instincts and causes my heart to explode into a gazillion tiny little pieces. I can also picture quite clearly, both of my girls when they were that age, and sometimes, just for a little while, I wish for another one, but the medications generally wears off, and I come to my senses. Because I still cannot post pictures on my blog, go here to find pictures of Normy, which will make your heart explode as well.
- Aftershave. Aftershave always brings up good memories for me. As I was growing up, my father used aftershave daily. Every morning, he would come into my room to kiss me goodbye, and I would have to smell him and guess which aftershave he was wearing. If I remember correctly, his favorites were Old Spice and English Leather. I really missed that whenever he was on travel. I felt like it was something that only I could do. Because I was a master at the scent of aftershaves.
I think I'll stop with just those two, as this post has gone on long enough and I need to go give my youngest daughter a tattoo.
Go here for the topic and the participants this week, and enjoy.
Comments
I think the smell of babies must be some maternal thing, I have heard of the same reaction from a number of women in my life - all of them mothers. I know that the olfactory response in the brain is different than all of the other senses and that it can trigger often long forgotten memories... I just don't remember any!
Michele sent me,
Mike
Posted by: Mr. Althouse at February 3, 2007 6:24 PM
Sorrrrrrryyyyyy.... I ran screaming from the room after the first paragraph! What did you say?
Posted by: Melli at February 3, 2007 8:49 PM
You can ramble all you want. I kinda like the intro before the BIG POST! It relaxes me.
OMG Normy is adorable! Those lipsticky kisses on his face are soooooooooo cute. I bet you left them there.
I still remember my dad's old spice.
Good Fodder!
Have a wonderful day!
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Posted by: Raggedy at February 4, 2007 7:58 AM
It really is amazing how scents and fragrances can instantly transport us back to another time, another place.
Normy is TOO cute for words! I can see why you tried to hide him in your coat. I enjoyed Smoochy's blog too and all her great photos of Normy. An adorable baby!
Visiting here from Michele's........
Posted by: Terri at February 4, 2007 11:14 AM
Hi Moogie!
Mexican Hot Chocolate will always remind me of Kissimme Florida.
We lived in an apartment there, and were a tad poor at the time, so it will always remind me of playing cards for entertainment and adopting cats. :)
Michele says hello!
Posted by: Shephard at February 4, 2007 4:53 PM
your second sense memory reminded me about something similar - I can still remember my dad's scratchy face(day-old beard) when he would put us to bed at night.
That brought a big smile to my face. Thanks!
Posted by: bob at February 5, 2007 9:24 AM
Oh oh!!! Hubby's a closet locker upper, huh? Does he torture you in any way? Do you like it? LOL----------of course, just kidding!
Now about this fodder....
he smell of an aftershave or perfume, Mmmmmm, English Leather comes to mind, but I won't get into it right now....it'd be "X" rated.
a song, Oh oh....to go along with English Leather here---"You've Lost that Lovin' Feelin' ---whoa - o -O!!
a baby crying, Again---English Leather---No, no!!! The leather isn't or WASN'T the strap he tickled me with!!!---But well, a baby DID come of it....oh ya, I won't go there---it's "X" rated you see.
the sound of a vegas slot machine, Well, We WERE in Vegas...so the slot machine was HOT!!
the feel of clean sheets, Won't go there either....too "X" rated!!!
the taste of a childhood drink. Oh my....now I'm lactating!!!!
Posted by: Anni at February 5, 2007 10:38 AM
Okay moving swiftly on from the last X rated post.. You ramble on Moogie, really sorry I drifted off for a moment....
Storming Norman is a cute mind you they are cute and cuddly looking at that age then they grow up Im saying no more other than this....
Good Post.
Posted by: Gopher at February 5, 2007 12:41 PM
