Whoever Smelt It Dealt It

Duh. Read my posts much? If I didn’t mention this, one of you readers might have decided to call the loony bin and reserve a spot for me. A long sniff of my beloved Captain Morgan can relax me almost as much as taking a swig (I’m lying but didn’t want to sound like an alcoholic).  Captain reminds me of the fun Fourth of Julys in the Ozarks with my cousins, the smell puts me at my local watering hole Dalts on a fun Friday night and accompanies the ups and downs in my life with ease. I love this liquor.

Skinny Pirates for me, wine for my first mate on Friday nights.

My Cat, Ted. Teddy Bear. Mr. Bear. Teddy Ruxpin. Teddy Kruger. Teddy Back Bear. TB. Yogi Bear-ah.

Shut the F up at whatever you’re muttering to yourself about me right now. I’m not talking about the smell of his cat pan. Or the terrible duck food breath he blows in my face as he yawns. But there is a specific scent that he emits (like a secret potion that makes me love him even though he does stuff like chew on my purse handles, barf on my rugs, use my toothbrush (click here to read all about it) and meows his brains out daily like a roaring lion at 3:57am) when I catch a puff of his aroma and my heart swells with a little more love for my fur baby.


Duck food breath be damned!

Gasoline. Fuel. Petroleum.

Oh a good whiff of gasoline… the vapors creep into my nose and make my brain happy for an ecstatic three seconds. Typically (and luckily for my cerebrum) I only fill my gas tank up every two weeks (I work close to home, thankfully) so my brain function shouldn’t be too altered by my bi-monthly gas inhaling.

Fueling up on fuel.

Fueling up on fuel.

Soil. Real black dirt. Not clay.

There is something about the smell of Iowa dirt (not the clay dirt that resides in Tennessee) that takes me back to riding the combine with my Grandpa. Or planting a garden with my dad as a kid. Or concocting mud pies in Grandma’s backyard.

Could this look anymore white trash with my dad in his wife beater?

Could this look anymore white trash with my dad in his wife beater? And I’m pretty sure he’s pointing to where I should dig. How sweet.

ADM Factory. Rotten food. Stank ass.

Eeew gross you think. And I’m right there with you. BUT inhaling this disgustingness means that I’ve made it to the nook of Iowa where my sister, bro-in-law and their little lovies reside. Maybe I should associate a different smell with them…

Smell spoiled food? We're almost there!

Smell spoiled food? Auntie CBXB is almost there and can’t wait to get her paws on you!

The Iowa State Fair….specifically greasy food aroma.

There’s almost nothing I adore more than going to the Iowa State Fair. Fried butter on a stick, pickles, giant tenderloins, donuts, cheese curds, funnel cakes, corn dogs, Snickers….just thinking about the smell of fair food made me gain 10 lbs in the last five minutes.

In fried cheese heaven at the Iowa State Fair.

In fried cheese heaven at the Iowa State Fair.

What makes your nose happy? Weird scents tag, you’re it.


33 thoughts on “Whoever Smelt It Dealt It

  1. kellisamson says:

    Gasoline – I’m right there with you. Ever since I was little. Uh, oh.
    And I love the smell of my smelly markers. The fat ones from when we were little that the teacher had but we didn’t? Whenever I get one out in my classroom, I instinctively smell it. My high schoolers immediately are like, “WHAT are you doing??!!”

  2. Garlic and onions sautéing in olive oil or butter smells amazing to me as does coffee, freshly mown grass and jasmine. I also kinda dig the way my house smells when I’m baking. 🙂

  3. What gorgeous little cuties

  4. vudragovich says:

    I agree w the gaining weight from just reading about the fair! But no ribs? No pulled pork?
    Of course that stuff never tastes as good as I remember those mud pies from the back yard as a kid (I think I got my sister to eat one 😉
    I do not take directions well so I think Mr. T Ruxpins Fuzzy Butt Alarm Clock may be a little confused over what name is actually on his birth certificate!
    And no, “baby poofs” are simply something that makes your toes curl and you reach for a cloths pin (like the old cartoons)!

    • Now I didn’t say we didn’t eat the pulled pork, ribs or the giant turkey leg but the smells aren’t my favorite (I’m an equal opportunity fair eater!). And yes, Teddy just kind of looks my way whenever I address him, as I have granted him so many nicknames. Poor thing (as well as your sister – making her eat mud pies!!!).

  5. stylentonic says:

    The smell from the sea & sand when I get back home from the beach! xxx

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