Blogging Is Hard--Have I Mentioned This?
Possibly overboring fact. Feel free to skip
Did you know that Zanzibar was a real place? I always thought it was made up. I just found out that the country of Tanzania in Africa was formed when Zanzibar and Tanganyika merged in 1964. I think it's cute when places blend their names like that.
Actually, I like any time you blend two words to make a new one. (Except Hollywood couples like Bennifer (either first or second version) or Brangelina. That's just a fad that I hope is on its way out.)
Mundane Life News
Went to a Super Bowl party yesterday. I hardly watched the game at all, but I'm not going to cry over that one. The girls spent most of the time chatting in the kitchen while tending to the crockpots and serving dishes, and the guys watched the game from lawn chairs, stairsteps, and couches propped up on cinder blocks for a better view. Afterwards, we girls sat down 6-to-a-couch downstairs and watched Grey's Anatomy. Good show--I'd never really seen an episode before. Anyway, point is, there used to only be a few of us girls, but now most of the guys have girlfriends or wives, and so the number of girls has grown. It's kind of fun. We don't have to pretend we like football anymore. But see how nice we are? We don't intrude on their fun. No, not us-- We are cool chicks. We know not to block the TV and to ask if anyone needs a beer while we're up. Plus Christy brought two appetizers, both involving bacon. I'm saying.
I may take that one nice apartment I wrote about. I'm sick of looking and I found out it's a much better deal than I thought. I'd just have to get another TV. Updates to come on that one.
Attempts at Becky-style Thoughts
Lately I've been seeing the faces of people from my past in the faces around me. It's weird. Someone I pass on the street will remind me so strongly of someone I used to have a class with that I'll almost go up and talk to them. I don't know why this happens, or why I sometimes think I see the same person over and over again for a week or two in a row. Maybe my mind just thinks it's about time I ran into them, so it keeps trying to create situations where I can see them again. I don't know. It's kind of nice, but disappointing, too, because it turns out to not be them. Although for a while, I kept thinking I was seeing an old ex-friend with whom things did not end well, and I was glad, in that case, it wasn't actually that person.
Whenever I see an old movie or read a book about a historic love affair (whether it actually happened or is fictional), I can't help but think, "Yeah, but didn't they stink? Wasn't their hair all greasy? Didn't they have horrible breath?" I just can't imagine being swept up in the romance when your lover is smelly and dirty. Did it just not bother them? Especially the breath. I mean, you're going to kiss someone whose breath you can smell from across the room? I looked it up and, apparently, toothbrushes and teeth cleaning of any kind wasn't practiced in the West until at least the 1600s. And even after that, toothbrushes and toothpaste as we know them today didn't reach the US until after WWII. Um, eew. Here's a link with more info. (See, I'm trying to not be boring here and not force you to read at length about boring* things. You're welcome.)
...Funny, but in my search I found an article that says Americans surveyed in 2003 named the toothbrush as the one invention they couldn't live without, beating out the car, the microwave, and the internet. I suppose that's true for me, too. Because you can get used to anything: If I were to get stranded on a desert island, I could eat bugs--I wouldn't like it, but I could; I could pee in a ditch; I could sleep on the ground. But you let your teeth rot, you can't get 'em back. And, I guess, maybe, being sunburned all the time would be bad news, too, because then you could get skin cancer and die. But, hey, less time stranded on the desert island that way. Hmm.
*Tidbit: Lately when people say I talk about boring things, I just change the word "boring" in my head to "interesting," and I feel quite fine. Thanks! Boring is in the eye of the beholder, my friends... you're just sad you don't get excited about prison-based word roots or Athenian plague.
Did you know that Zanzibar was a real place? I always thought it was made up. I just found out that the country of Tanzania in Africa was formed when Zanzibar and Tanganyika merged in 1964. I think it's cute when places blend their names like that.
Actually, I like any time you blend two words to make a new one. (Except Hollywood couples like Bennifer (either first or second version) or Brangelina. That's just a fad that I hope is on its way out.)
Mundane Life News
Went to a Super Bowl party yesterday. I hardly watched the game at all, but I'm not going to cry over that one. The girls spent most of the time chatting in the kitchen while tending to the crockpots and serving dishes, and the guys watched the game from lawn chairs, stairsteps, and couches propped up on cinder blocks for a better view. Afterwards, we girls sat down 6-to-a-couch downstairs and watched Grey's Anatomy. Good show--I'd never really seen an episode before. Anyway, point is, there used to only be a few of us girls, but now most of the guys have girlfriends or wives, and so the number of girls has grown. It's kind of fun. We don't have to pretend we like football anymore. But see how nice we are? We don't intrude on their fun. No, not us-- We are cool chicks. We know not to block the TV and to ask if anyone needs a beer while we're up. Plus Christy brought two appetizers, both involving bacon. I'm saying.
I may take that one nice apartment I wrote about. I'm sick of looking and I found out it's a much better deal than I thought. I'd just have to get another TV. Updates to come on that one.
Attempts at Becky-style Thoughts
Lately I've been seeing the faces of people from my past in the faces around me. It's weird. Someone I pass on the street will remind me so strongly of someone I used to have a class with that I'll almost go up and talk to them. I don't know why this happens, or why I sometimes think I see the same person over and over again for a week or two in a row. Maybe my mind just thinks it's about time I ran into them, so it keeps trying to create situations where I can see them again. I don't know. It's kind of nice, but disappointing, too, because it turns out to not be them. Although for a while, I kept thinking I was seeing an old ex-friend with whom things did not end well, and I was glad, in that case, it wasn't actually that person.
Whenever I see an old movie or read a book about a historic love affair (whether it actually happened or is fictional), I can't help but think, "Yeah, but didn't they stink? Wasn't their hair all greasy? Didn't they have horrible breath?" I just can't imagine being swept up in the romance when your lover is smelly and dirty. Did it just not bother them? Especially the breath. I mean, you're going to kiss someone whose breath you can smell from across the room? I looked it up and, apparently, toothbrushes and teeth cleaning of any kind wasn't practiced in the West until at least the 1600s. And even after that, toothbrushes and toothpaste as we know them today didn't reach the US until after WWII. Um, eew. Here's a link with more info. (See, I'm trying to not be boring here and not force you to read at length about boring* things. You're welcome.)
...Funny, but in my search I found an article that says Americans surveyed in 2003 named the toothbrush as the one invention they couldn't live without, beating out the car, the microwave, and the internet. I suppose that's true for me, too. Because you can get used to anything: If I were to get stranded on a desert island, I could eat bugs--I wouldn't like it, but I could; I could pee in a ditch; I could sleep on the ground. But you let your teeth rot, you can't get 'em back. And, I guess, maybe, being sunburned all the time would be bad news, too, because then you could get skin cancer and die. But, hey, less time stranded on the desert island that way. Hmm.
*Tidbit: Lately when people say I talk about boring things, I just change the word "boring" in my head to "interesting," and I feel quite fine. Thanks! Boring is in the eye of the beholder, my friends... you're just sad you don't get excited about prison-based word roots or Athenian plague.
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