Happy Ceiling Fan Day! It’s also Cheeseburger Day, Equal Pay Day, Bamboo Day, First Love Day, and, on a personal note, my mother-in-law’s birthday. Last year, she turned 70, and we had a huge party at Sycuan with a cabana at the lazy river. It was nice. All her daughters surprised her, and we had a great day. Tonight, she’s having a poker party for her aged friends. We may have been invited, but we’re not going. Susan went and floated the lazy river with her last week, so apparently, we’re good. I’m sure we’ll see her soon. I texted her today. It seemed like she appreciated it. It was the first text I’ve ever sent her. In my defense, I only started texting about 6 years ago, and I’m still not that prolific at it. I don’t even actually text, I use voice-to-text. There’s no way I’m trying to type it all out with those little letters. If I enlarged them enough to see them clearly, I’d only get one letter per screen. That’s a little bit of an exaggeration, but you get my point. We used to know this lady, who we think was classified as legally blind. She did only have one letter per screen. It took her 10 minutes to read a few sentences, because she literally had to read one letter at a time. Hopefully technology has caught up to her needs. We haven’t seen her in a long time. I hope she’s doing well. Wow, that was a lot more than I thought I was going to get into at the beginning of this. But, here we are. Seemingly running out of room for anything pertinent in the first paragraph. I will say that I know several people who love ceiling fans in their bedroom. I slept in a room with one a couple of times, it was too noisy for me. And, in general, unless they are way up in the air, ceiling fans make me nervous. You know it’s dangerous when other people tell you to watch your head.
Cheeseburger Day! Are you kidding me!?
Didn’t we just do this!? I thought so, and looked it up. A couple of weeks ago
it was Hamburger Day! Come on now! This is getting ridiculous. I think those
should be the same thing. Trickery! I had a very boring cheeseburger last week
when I went out for Chocolate Milkshake Day. Plus, the milkshake was boring! It
didn’t even taste like chocolate! Since we are both out of work right now, I
thought I’d go cheap, and treated us to Carl’s Jr. Something we occasionally
enjoy. As mentioned last week, I don’t normally go for a shake. I would rather
have had a Frosty from Wendy’s! I don’t even consider that a shake, and I still
would have liked it more than what I got. Bummer! I guess if I wanted to be
dazzled, I should have upped my shake game, but I went cheap. However, later
that night, after freezing it, thawing it, re-freezing it, adding chocolate
syrup, and thawing it again, it turned out to be awesome! (In your best announcer’s
voice: Chocolate
Milkshake, some assembly required.)
It was worth every audible disappointment. Although, from this point forward,
if I want a Milkshake, I’m going to a specialty establishment. Bamboo Day! I
heard it really is incredible material, and fast growing, but how many of us
are going to actually celebrate? How would you? There are tips on the website I
use, that I won’t share. You have to want it! Equal Pay and First Loves could
take up the rest of this post all by themselves! I suppose I can try to keep it
short. Equal pay is something I think we should all strive for. The only people
who don’t seem to want equal pay are the ones making way too much. How can I
preserve my status as better, and more important than you, if we’re paid the same?
Especially since the rich getting more, doesn’t fuel the economy. If poor
people were paid more, all that money would go right back into the system!
First Loves! Wow, no matter who you are,
that probably evokes fond memories in anyone who sees, hears, reads, or thinks
about it. I’m assuming they meant between people, but you can imagine, with the
way we throw around the word “love” today, first loves could encompass
everything from Cheeseburgers, to Songs, to the little Redheaded Girl. Or Boy!
Whatever you’re into. For a while now, I’ve wished there was a different word
for “interpersonal love,” as opposed to liking something very much. I’ve heard
other languages do, but since I don’t know anyone who speaks those languages,
even if I knew the word, no one else I talk to would. It also makes me think,
even though I’m running out of time/space, aren’t most First Loves wrong? For
most of us, especially interpersonally, that feeling is associated with that
love not lasting. Does that mean we were wrong? I don’t know. I think it helps
us define it better for the future. But by the time we’re in an actual loving
relationship, we no longer think of it as a First Love. Even though it’s the
first one we decided to make official. Other than on FB. I imagine most of us
think about First Love as something to reminisce about, as opposed to something
that may actually be happening to you right now. But, because you have learned
to think of it as something long ago, that did not turn out well, it may seem
silly to consider that you, hopefully, are still continuing to experience First
Love. Unfortunately though, a lot of people, especially in my age group, aren’t
usually trying new things, robbing themselves of the feeling of a new “first.”
It's kind of sad. I also think people like the newness of relationships, and it
tends to keep people from feeling “new,” with the familiar, or never letting
the relationship grow, to keep it’s “newness,” something akin to “puppy
syndrome.” Well, here we are. Last sentence. I suppose the only thing left to
say is: Last Saturday the Burning Beard show kicked ass! We packed that place!
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