Wednesday, May 13, 2015

"Will you stop moving around? It's so frustrating! I think I counted one of you twice."

 Wherein Jack is random

 You have been warned.

 There is a peak point in which to drink tea. Sometimes it is hard to find, it takes years of practice, but when you get there your tea will be perfect. Not too hot. Not too cold.

 It took me weeks to find the right wording for the quote I used for my title. It shouldn't have, I use it all the time, but when I started to try and remember it for a post title I kept forgetting how it went.

 I've discovered that the best way to make friends with little kids is to wear odd socks. Even if little kids still take a while to warm up to me they at least find me interesting as they examine the stripes going up my legs.

 It is a big change going from having nothing but brothers to nothing but sisters. In spite of that I may or may not have gotten into some wrestling matches. (Explanation. I'm living with sisters and they've rather adopted me. Hence the sister thing.)

 I toss apples and oranges from one hand to the other really fast. Adults watch me so when I slip and drop my apple they can laugh and say I bruised it. But when a little kid saw me they threw me a ball because they assumed I was an amazing juggler.

 I was biking home the other day when I passed by a man and my first thought was, "He's old. He must be forty." I didn't mean it to be an insulting thought, it just came up and then it sank in that I am nearly thirty and forty isn't that much older than me. (I mean no insult to anyone forty or older who is reading this post. My problem is is that I don't feel my age, so I have that childish tendency to believe everyone over thirty is so much older than I am.)

 I had some chocolate ice cream this weekend. Do you have any idea how much ice cream improves life? No wonder it was given to the soldiers before they jumped into Normandy.

 I went to get my paycheck today and ran into a man heading in the same direction. When he told me he was out for the same means as I was I froze and awkwardly stood in his way until I realized he was being a gentleman and letting me go first. I scrambled to the desk, all while trying to think of something nice to say. I didn't manage, which isn't all that surprising.

 I've been baking bread. I thought I would be good when I moved out and make my own  bread since I was always told it is cheaper than buying it. I almost became a baker once, when I told my Mercenary Friend he said he could see me as a baker and thought I would be good at it. I took pictures of my bread in case I ever meet up with him again. He will find them amusing. The first few loaves were okay. I thought I was getting the hang of baking, then I made two loaves and charbroiled the tops of them. Last night's attempt fell to pieces when I took it out of the pan and it's as dry the Sahara desert. Time to banish me from the kitchen again.

 For a few weeks I had it down to where I was just reading one book at a time. That didn't last long and I'm back to reading four at once. I think this is one habit I will never break, not that I'm too worried about it.

 I think I will always be sad that Eugene Roe, the Band of Brothers' medic, didn't write down his story as some of the other men did. I do understand though. One of my uncles was a medic in the Vietnam war and he refuses to talk about it. He will talk and joke about anything else but not that.

 I need to consider moving to a place where there is an actual spring. I like the cold, but I prefer it in winter, when it is meant to be cold. I'm constantly having to pull a jacket on after days where I've done nothing but wear short sleeves and lose my shoes.

 The Last Goodbye from The Battle of the Five Armies is an incredibly painful song.

 I dress myself like a five-year-old. You know the ones, you see them all the time. They wear poke a dot pants, stripped shirts, tutus, and spiderman jackets. Their mothers blush and say, "She wanted to dress herself this morning," so you know the mom had nothing to do with it. I realized today I do the same thing. I go to my closet, stick my head in, and go, "This looks nice, and this, and I've not worn this jacket in forever." I throw it all on and head out. Sometimes I get an okay outfit from it, usually I look like the five-year-old who dressed herself for the first time.

 My dog tags almost came off again. I don't know if I explained them, so I will do so now to explain why them coming off us such a big deal. For my best buddy's birthday I made us dog tag with our nicknames on them. Friendship necklaces for our nerdy side.
 I did a post a month or so back about our theory behind why the soldiers in Band of Brothers never lost their dog tags even when they rolled around on the ground and dove into lakes. When I sent my buddy hers one of the first things she said is we would now have to prove our theory. If our tags fell off it would prove the soldiers only kept theirs because they were so dashing the tags never would have dreamed of leaving them.
 A couple weeks ago I got into a wrestling match with my roommate and they almost came off. The other day I was hanging upside down over the back seat of her car and again they almost slipped over my head.
 If I was a Myth Buster I'd have proven the myth true.

 Now I need to stop being random. I have a book to edit.

 Quote is from Robots, as I already said. It is the last battle, when they go in out numbered and..brilliant. I just forgot his name and I don't feel like looking. The brother. He is trying to count to see how badly they are outnumbered.

 There. Now I'm going for real.




  1. I loved this post, for being random it was a blast to read. I am one of those strange people who prefers unstructured even rambling posts. They seem far more true to real life than the plotted ones. Can I also say you are a colorful and interesting person, which are the kind of people I like best. I agree on the tea thing, there is a perfect balance. I bake bread sometimes, and I always take it out ten minutes early, that way it doesn't burn :)
    Fender, was the one who said the quote. He was always my favorite, because he was voiced by Robin Williams.

  2. I love this post. Because it makes sense. In all of the different random points it all makes sense and this post makes my head hurt from nodding in agreement.
    *high five!!*

  3. This post was oddly refreshing for me.
    Also, I am almost thirty, too. You are my hero.

  4. This.

    Is perfect.

    I love random posts so much. They are very dear to my heart. XD I also love reading posts where I'm just like, "YES! THEY ARE ACTUALLY HUMAN TOO!!" (I know that sounds weird, but initially, bloggers are always superhumans from other planets, until proven human. So I read blogs of these people and go, "DO YOU BLEED???????" XDDDD NOT REALLY I'm not actually going to see Batman Vs. Superman most likely but it's really fun to say that in that weirdo Robo-Batman voice.)

    Anyway. I'm glad I'm not the only one who dresses like a five year old who dressed themselves. My sis is very tailored and matching and perfect looking all the time and I'm just like "AH MY FAVORITE SHIRT IS CLEAN!" "AH MY FAVORITE PANTS ARE CLEAN!" "AH MY FAVORITE SOCKS ARE CLEAN!" "I SHALL WEAR THEM ALLLLLLLLLLL!"

    Anyway. I wish I was one of the sisters that adopted you because you are so much fun.

    1. I love you. Your clothing comment made me snort loudly.

  5. HA. Love this. So true, my friend, all of it so true. How beautiful the mundane, normalcy of life is.

  6. Wow, I haven't seen Robots in forever! I love that movie.
    Haha, it's nice to know that I'm not the only one who wears random outfits. Either everything matches and looks good, or nothing matches and looks terrible.

  7. You dress like a five year old? I don't feel so alone now. Sometimes I do actually try to match. But most of the time- pfft- matching is just so overrated. Today I wore a green beanie, black shirt, khaki capris, and plaid shoes. But you see, the plaid shoes. . . they're like blue and orange plaid, and maybe you could see my purple socks. . . that didn't match either. This really doesn't help the fact that I already look younger than I am. But I like my Spider-Man shirts too much, and I could never believably pull off a "professional" look, and I would be miserable if I tried.

    The dog tag story. :) That's a good story. My friend doesn't really share a fandom with me. We just eat gummy bears, complain about the stupid people we meet, and pretend like we can play guitar.

    I used the word "fandom" in front of my parents and they scoffed at me. "That's not a word, Ashley." "Well, it is now." And they thought I was saying that because it's a word if I say it is (so sometimes I might use the excuse that since I write fantasy I have the authority to make up words. . .). I tried to explain, but of course there was only more scoffing involved and I figured I would be adequately avenged if they were let loose into a crowd of fandom nerds/geeks. But it is not likely that they would ever attend a comic con event.

    Okay, now I'm being random. It's a contagion!

  8. THE PEAK POINT TO DRINK TEA IS A THING, THANK YOU. YES, ACCURATE. (for any hot drink, really.)

    Wrestling matches are fun.

    Chocolate ice cream makes life okay.

    The bread also tastes like coconut apparently, and we know SOMEONE doesn't like coconut.

    You're so weird lol. XD

  9. I love random posts. They make me feel happy that I'm not the only super random person on this planet...because this post is exactly how most of my real-life conversations go, haha.

    And I totally agree about the peak point for tea drinking. My boyfriend makes his tea and downs it as soon as it's steeped long enough. I think he's crazy. You have to wait for the peak point.

    Vicki Grace


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