First, a sincere thank you to everyone for their supportive comments on yesterday’s post. This community of readers is a testament to how we’re truly stronger together!
And now let’s turn our attention to decidedly lighter fare. Every once in a while it’s fun to do a brain dump of random/irrelevant things I’ve noticed/thought about. Here goes:
- I rarely cut myself shaving. When I was a teenager, I was constantly nicking my ankles or knees. Now, I might cut myself…once a year? I use cheap disposable razors (think 12 for $2 from the DollarStore). I dry them off after each use, and each one lasts for months! I also don’t use any shaving gels or creams – just whatever soap happens to be in rotation. I am decidedly low-maintenance in this regard, but I’m still not sure how I went from regularly nicking myself (using much more expensive razors and special shaving gels) to almost never nicking myself?
- A few weeks ago I was mopping the floor in our dining room; I had closed the French door that connects to the kitchen and happened to catch my reflection – and I jumped. For a split second, I was absolutely convinced someone had come into the house and was standing in my kitchen. I felt silly – and it took a while for the adrenaline to wear off – but it did make me laugh.
- Two days later I opened the door to our car and a gust of wind made a leaf on the floor mat dance around and I screeched. I thought it was a brown mouse. I’m clearly feeling extra skittish?!
- There is a familiar route in town that I instinctively take to get to various locations. It is currently full of potholes (MASSIVE craters that are literally impossible to miss because the entire street has been ripped up). For weeks I kept forgetting about this…until after I’d committed to that route. It started to feel a bit pathetic how many times I’d get to within 20 seconds of that section and be incredulous that I had committed the same mistake – again.
- I’ve posted about my name before (and how some people strangely call me Liz without any invitation to do so + how some people, who have known me for an extended period, continue to spell my name incorrectly), but here’s another fun tidbit. My mother had written out all my birth announcements as Elizabeth – you know, back before there was Facebook or Instagram – when my father happened to glance at one and casually mention: Oh, I spelled her name with an “s” on the birth certificate application. Somehow they had gotten their wires crossed; turns out, in older versions of the Bible, Elisabeth is spelled with an “s” and so that’s the spelling my father had defaulted to. My Mom scratched out the “z” and changed it to an “s” and the rest is history.
- I HATE baths and I dislike them more and more each year. I get overheated. I feel icky sitting in stagnant bathing water. It is entirely feasible that some years I will go 365 days without taking a single bath. More generally, we are a shower family. When the kids were really little we bathed them, but when Abby was a toddler we visited my brother in Denmark for 3 weeks and he only had an upright shower. So she had to adjust to a shower at a young age and we just never turned back; Levi was taking showers as soon as he could sit up independently!
- Until recently I didn’t know what level a sophomore vs. a junior was; in Canada, we tend to only label someone as a freshman. After that we’ll say: they’re in their second year of university, third of university, final/last year of university. And in high schools, we mostly specify grade – I will almost never hear someone say their child is in their senior year, they’ll say they’re in Grade 12. I wonder if it’s an American thing? Or if I’m just living under a rock. Either way, every time I heard sophomore or junior I had NO idea what this meant. Now I do, thanks to this post by Kelsey at Rising*Shining (I also followed her lead and created my own “The Years are Short” spreadsheet).
- I can’t do any cool body tricks. I can’t cross my eyes. I can’t roll my tongue. I’m not double-jointed. I can’t wiggle my ears, or my nose. I can’t whistle with fingers in my mouth. The only slightly cool thing I have mastered is a very specific pen flip that I spent WEEKS perfecting in high school that I can still do – thankfully, given how many hours of academic learning I ignored to perfect said skill. I also tried to learn how to gleek as a teenager and it bothers me to this day that I never learned how (though, also, gleeking is gross, so maybe I should be relieved). A classmate of mine could gleek SO well and we would sit in the back row of music class and she would just…sit there and gleek. Her name was Tiffany and I remember nothing else about her aside from her gleeking proficiency.
- The kids have been into Pokémon card trading lately and it made me think of Pogs for the first time in…decades. Does anyone else remember Pogs? My parents would never have financed a fad like that, so a friend gifted me a slammer, a little stack of Pogs, and even a genuine Pog carrying case. It was hot pink with a yellow cap. My Mom uses it to store crochet hooks now.
Your turn. Do you cut yourself shaving? Do you like baths? Are you easily frightened – I’m not, but apparently leaves and my own reflection are pretty terrifying? Did you ever collect Pogs? Most importantly – can you gleek, cross your eyes, or roll your tongue?