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theladyroseUseful lesson of the day: Never mix anything meant for a blender with a tablespoon, especially for a milkshake.
Useful observation of the day: When the moon is out you can actually see where you're going when dragging out the trash instead of tripping over random things and seeing your trash can rolling down the street. And the stars are quite pretty. That's what I missed this past summer, except for the nights of the meteor shower-not being able to see what's up in the sky due to light pollution.
Not terribly useful realization of the day: I'm going to really miss dinnertime conversations with my family when I'm in university.
I've attempted to figure out the key components of said conversations-I can't think of any dull at-home dinnertimes in just about...ever. They seem to usually compromise of the following, among other topics:
-three references to a Pink Panther/Mel Brooks (almost always Young Frankenstein, but the Producers and Blazing Saddles have been known to appear as well)
-my mother waxing (slightly) melodramatic about her experiences with hospitals
-my mother and me speaking in at least two strange accents
-my mother remarking about how strange I am
-my mother wondering why my friends are crazy
-my objecting to my mother's claims that I meet too many crazy people
-my mother expostulating on why all of us belong in the local insane asylum
-my pondering aloud why we aren't all in the insane asylum
-my father relating some obscure occurence during my childhood to avoid any awkwardness and succeeding slightly
-my father scheming of ways of using various kinds of military technology to get rid of random bugs around the house
-my mother looking guilty about having stuck me in daycare for roughly ten years, though mostly not on a full time basis
-my parents quizzing me about my friends' and classmates' college decisions
-my father making some sort of reference to World War II out of context
-my mother complaining that my father rerecords way too many Band of Brother reruns
-my mother claiming that she is an alien
-my discovering that I have even more cousins than I thought previously (the official count is at 28)
-my discovering that someone in my family has some sort of freaky medical condition
-my father asking for his daily serving of phosphoric acid (a.k.a. Coca Cola)
And I seem to have gotten into college. Sort of-it's mostly implied. I only figured that out about thirty seven minutes ago. But the mail has made me happy today.
Useful observation of the day: When the moon is out you can actually see where you're going when dragging out the trash instead of tripping over random things and seeing your trash can rolling down the street. And the stars are quite pretty. That's what I missed this past summer, except for the nights of the meteor shower-not being able to see what's up in the sky due to light pollution.
Not terribly useful realization of the day: I'm going to really miss dinnertime conversations with my family when I'm in university.
I've attempted to figure out the key components of said conversations-I can't think of any dull at-home dinnertimes in just about...ever. They seem to usually compromise of the following, among other topics:
-three references to a Pink Panther/Mel Brooks (almost always Young Frankenstein, but the Producers and Blazing Saddles have been known to appear as well)
-my mother waxing (slightly) melodramatic about her experiences with hospitals
-my mother and me speaking in at least two strange accents
-my mother remarking about how strange I am
-my mother wondering why my friends are crazy
-my objecting to my mother's claims that I meet too many crazy people
-my mother expostulating on why all of us belong in the local insane asylum
-my pondering aloud why we aren't all in the insane asylum
-my father relating some obscure occurence during my childhood to avoid any awkwardness and succeeding slightly
-my father scheming of ways of using various kinds of military technology to get rid of random bugs around the house
-my mother looking guilty about having stuck me in daycare for roughly ten years, though mostly not on a full time basis
-my parents quizzing me about my friends' and classmates' college decisions
-my father making some sort of reference to World War II out of context
-my mother complaining that my father rerecords way too many Band of Brother reruns
-my mother claiming that she is an alien
-my discovering that I have even more cousins than I thought previously (the official count is at 28)
-my discovering that someone in my family has some sort of freaky medical condition
-my father asking for his daily serving of phosphoric acid (a.k.a. Coca Cola)
And I seem to have gotten into college. Sort of-it's mostly implied. I only figured that out about thirty seven minutes ago. But the mail has made me happy today.
