Miscellany
(Day Thirty-Nine)
Prompt from 642 Things to Write About: Five things you wish you'd asked your grandfather or grandmother.
It's a little sad to write about this topic, but not for the reasons you'd think. My grandparents are still here, all four of them. What's sad is that instead of taking advantage of the fact that they are still around and actually asking them these questions, I'm going to write about them here. So it's not sad like want-to-cry sad, it's sad / pathetic, like I'm wasting an opportunity and identifying a regret I still have time to fix, but I probably won't.
1) What was it like to fall in love, get married, and have a baby so young? You were only 18. Were your parents mad? Did they try to split you up? Did you really know getting married was the right thing to do? Did you ever regret it?
2) Do you ever wish you'd had a different life? Married someone else, not had kids, had a different career, left Marion, Indiana?
3) Does death scare you?
4) How have you manage to survive the press of time without having a nervous breakdown?
5) What would you have done differently?
And now follows a series of random life updates and thoughts for you:
I got my dinosaur wine rack the other day. It looks pretty awesome on the kitchen counter.
I signed up for my photography class finally. For four Mondays starting April 14th, I shall be learning how to actually do things with my camera instead of just keeping it on auto. This means I'm going to miss pilates for four weeks, but I'm getting a little tired of pilates, anyway.
I put milk in my coffee today and it changed my life. I was being stubborn before and thinking I could make myself like my coffee black. I shoulda just given in from the start. I can't wait until tomorrow when it's time to have more coffee. (That's a lie. I can wait. I'm sleepy.)
I wish it was the weekend.
My eye has been bright red today for some reason. It looks really creepy. I think it's allergies? It seems like this particular eye always gets irritated at certain times of the year.
Michael and I have been playing Donkey Kong. We've lost all our skills. Also I'm remembering how much harder Donkey Kong is than Mario.
Is there anything more narcissistic than blogging?
Yes. Social media.
My kitchen cabinets have had two mismatched knobs for about six months because I can't remember if I got the sample ones at Lowe's or Home Depot, and I've been too lazy to deal with it.
Also, we have something like 30 cabinet knobs in our kitchen. Isn't that ridiculous?
Sometimes it feels like I have a million people pecking at me like birds, and I just have to ignore some of them, even if it's rude. Right now I'm ignoring two sales people and four emails. I'll deal with them eventually.
We got our first set of test cards for Olive & Clyde today. They went to Moriya's house in Ohio, so I have to wait for the one she's mailing me to get here, but I saw the picture, and I love them already. I'm so proud of what we've accomplished in the last month. I love all of our cards and it's so much fun to work on this stuff and build something of our own.
I wish people in general cared more about grammar. I know it's somewhat superficial, but I just feel like any thought or idea you have loses 50% of its credibility if you can't communicate it as an educated person. Think of all the people you know who write misspelled, grammatically incorrect junk (there's not really a better word for it) on Facebook. Or -- even worse -- that hell of hells that is a YouTube comments section? Maybe people don't care about coming across as credible or intelligent. I know there's more to education than spelling and punctuation, but do you think the President confuses "their" and "there?" Do Bill Gates or Neil deGrasse Tyson use comma splices? I guess I don't really know, but I would hope they don't. I feel like people should care. At the very least, get your basic homophones straight.
I think I'm a snob.
And finally, my last thought of the evening: I want to try to bake chocolate eclairs.
That's all, folks. Thanks, and goodnight! ::round of applause::
Prompt from 642 Things to Write About: Five things you wish you'd asked your grandfather or grandmother.
It's a little sad to write about this topic, but not for the reasons you'd think. My grandparents are still here, all four of them. What's sad is that instead of taking advantage of the fact that they are still around and actually asking them these questions, I'm going to write about them here. So it's not sad like want-to-cry sad, it's sad / pathetic, like I'm wasting an opportunity and identifying a regret I still have time to fix, but I probably won't.
1) What was it like to fall in love, get married, and have a baby so young? You were only 18. Were your parents mad? Did they try to split you up? Did you really know getting married was the right thing to do? Did you ever regret it?
2) Do you ever wish you'd had a different life? Married someone else, not had kids, had a different career, left Marion, Indiana?
3) Does death scare you?
4) How have you manage to survive the press of time without having a nervous breakdown?
5) What would you have done differently?
And now follows a series of random life updates and thoughts for you:
I got my dinosaur wine rack the other day. It looks pretty awesome on the kitchen counter.
I signed up for my photography class finally. For four Mondays starting April 14th, I shall be learning how to actually do things with my camera instead of just keeping it on auto. This means I'm going to miss pilates for four weeks, but I'm getting a little tired of pilates, anyway.
I put milk in my coffee today and it changed my life. I was being stubborn before and thinking I could make myself like my coffee black. I shoulda just given in from the start. I can't wait until tomorrow when it's time to have more coffee. (That's a lie. I can wait. I'm sleepy.)
I wish it was the weekend.
My eye has been bright red today for some reason. It looks really creepy. I think it's allergies? It seems like this particular eye always gets irritated at certain times of the year.
Michael and I have been playing Donkey Kong. We've lost all our skills. Also I'm remembering how much harder Donkey Kong is than Mario.
Is there anything more narcissistic than blogging?
Yes. Social media.
My kitchen cabinets have had two mismatched knobs for about six months because I can't remember if I got the sample ones at Lowe's or Home Depot, and I've been too lazy to deal with it.
Also, we have something like 30 cabinet knobs in our kitchen. Isn't that ridiculous?
Sometimes it feels like I have a million people pecking at me like birds, and I just have to ignore some of them, even if it's rude. Right now I'm ignoring two sales people and four emails. I'll deal with them eventually.
We got our first set of test cards for Olive & Clyde today. They went to Moriya's house in Ohio, so I have to wait for the one she's mailing me to get here, but I saw the picture, and I love them already. I'm so proud of what we've accomplished in the last month. I love all of our cards and it's so much fun to work on this stuff and build something of our own.
I wish people in general cared more about grammar. I know it's somewhat superficial, but I just feel like any thought or idea you have loses 50% of its credibility if you can't communicate it as an educated person. Think of all the people you know who write misspelled, grammatically incorrect junk (there's not really a better word for it) on Facebook. Or -- even worse -- that hell of hells that is a YouTube comments section? Maybe people don't care about coming across as credible or intelligent. I know there's more to education than spelling and punctuation, but do you think the President confuses "their" and "there?" Do Bill Gates or Neil deGrasse Tyson use comma splices? I guess I don't really know, but I would hope they don't. I feel like people should care. At the very least, get your basic homophones straight.
I think I'm a snob.
And finally, my last thought of the evening: I want to try to bake chocolate eclairs.
That's all, folks. Thanks, and goodnight! ::round of applause::