I’ve been trying to make an effort to write *more* frequently. Emphasis on TRY.
Again: Emphasis. on. TRY.
If you’re super nerdy, you can be like me (which I don’t really recommend) and say em-PHA-sis…because somewhere, at some random point in time, someone who I don’t know said, “it’s because you put the em-PHA-sis on the wrong syl-LA-blA.”
And Tim remembered it and then said it to me one day when I pronounced a word where the above sentence was utilized in a conversation I’ll never recall (other than the syl-LA-blA bit), to demonstrate that I don’t understand how to speak the American language (and really, who does? How is it even fair to expect a foreigner to “speak English” when we can’t even do it right? Just a pondering for you know, times when you’re really, really bored).
And yes, I am aware that it’s spelled “syllable.” But you wouldn’t say it right if I wrote “syl-LA-blE.”
See?
Also, this is probably *about* the time when, if you and I were actually having a face-to-face conversation, Tim would look at me like I’m crazy and say, “I like peanut butter. Can you swim?”
Lost?
Typical.
This is how my brain works. All the time. It’s stuck on the random setting.
If this stream of (semi?) consciousness is pissing you off or making you want to run out of your house, screaming something about swimming with peanut butter syllables….well.
Imagine how TIM FEELS.
(basically, it could be worse)
And the whole peanut butter and swimming thing is one of those come-back-to-reality checks that Tim uses to say, “Um. The hell? How did you get from talking about….(I had to scroll up. I forgot what I was “talking about” earlier.)…..yes! That’s it. Writing more frequently. How did I go from attempting to write more frequently to a parenthesis rant on speaking American English?
The answer is pretty much, well, I have no idea. It just happened?
SO. Let’s continue, shall we?
(And I don’t TRY to be random. It really just happens. Truly. Pops right out. Daily. Something probably short circuits. Reset button. I have no idea.)
I miss writing. To you. About me. However all that works out…still a mystery to me but, still, I miss it.
I’ve noticed a few new people commenting. YAY!!!!!!!!!! Hi!!
Now, where did you come from?
I’m always curious to know how someone found my little corner of obscurity.
And to my loyal friends: You know I think you’re super fantastic.
Life has been…damn. It just doesn’t slow down, does it? It feels like it’s all going faster and faster…which I didn’t believe would actually happen when my mom would tell me that as a kid. I remember days dragging on and on and ON…it was like one adult day was probably…4.25 kid days. Truly. The sun went up and down multiple times before I would ask and my mom’s answer would finally be that it was ACTUALLY TOMORROW.
I miss that. The simplicity.
Don’t we all?
I keep trying to figure out how to make it simple again…but just when I think I’ve figured something out, life likes to toss in a nice little (unplanned) surprise and the result to said “surprise” is that I speed up another 10 MPH.
Awesome.
Obviously, I’ve got a few of those *surprises* – aka fires – burning right now. And I’m struggling to keep up. I’m struggling to get to the point I want to be at now. Mostly I think it’s due to the effort it will require. Partly due to the aforementioned fires and another partly due to lack of wherewithal (another English conundrum. Why only ONE L, wherewithal?) as to the how to get from point Q to G or Y to B…whichever direction it is…I’ve zero clue how to get on that path and GET. THERE.
I don’t even know where I’m going.
This is also probably a slight issue.
On the sunshine smiley rainbow side that is me trying to find something fabulous in even the most asinine, mundane facets of life, I know what I don’t want.
I don’t want to be a parrot. A blog parrot. A writer parrot. I want to be a dodo bird or maybe an ostrich, since I think the dodo bird is a-gone-gone.
I don’t want to live in Georgia forever. I like the mountains. I love traveling.
I don’t want to be mediocre. I want to be spectacular. Leave my mark. Like my random brain: permanent.
I don’t really want to continue making a list…so I’m thinking we’re done with that.
My point, which has gotten hopelessly lost, is that life is throwing all kinds of shit at my wall and only some of it is actually sticking.
And hopefully, the sticking pieces are worth something…the kinds with corn bits or something interesting and thought invoking.
Bonus: I’m currently eating Fruit Loops.
I haven’t had Fruit Loops since I could count my age on two hands.
BUT.
I’m doing it with a plastic pink spoon that’s been melted by the dishwasher.
This probably means I’m doing it right.
And now I’m remembering why I haven’t had Fruit Loops in forever.
They leave a film on my spoon. And on the roof of my mouth.
This probably isn’t healthy natural.
I believe it was that flight attendant movie with Mike Meyers and Gwenyth Paltrow (I’m sure that’s not how you spell her name, but you can probably decipher it!). Maybe View from the Top or something like that. I say that ALL THE TIME!
Fruity Pebbles always leave a film on the roof of my mouth too. I usually opt for Fruit Loops because my mouth is filmless after… Of course, it’s only rarely that I eat them. Because I’m healthy and all. Yeah, sure.
Now I want Froot Loops! And Peanut butter. AND to go SWIMMING!!!! (I’m highly susceptible to suggestion.)
your delightful meandering through the throes of – well whatever – made my day. I have always loathed fruit loops – cheerios person myself
I think I’m one of those new commenters that you wondered about. I found you from a friend’s blog (http://flying-taco.blogspot.com/) and being pretty random myself, have stayed put.
I love your randomness and always have. I fight the same thing continuously.
Have you tried the Fruit Loop cereal sticks? They have everything you love about Fruit Loops without the film. Try eating just one though. They are like the rolled chocolate cookies, but fruity.
I love the pink spoon even though it was melted by the dishwasher.
ah,look at all these folks that were just waiting for you to put down something with your style and grace. We all found you willing to put yourself out there, in all your unabashed glory. That’s what drew us all in.
You know, shit sticking throes of randomness……Huh?
Jess, I’ve tried some of that shit sticking to the wall stuff, all I got were some dirty walls and a room that smelled like a San-o-Let.
Inspiration is often eluding, popping up when you least expect it, the key is being able to recognize that moment. The hard part and this is were talent comes in, is creating something that someone other than your self will comprehend.
Personally, I always liked Captain Crunch with Crunch Berries best. Later AJ
NYSoonerGirl: I have undying affection for Fruity Pebbles – regardless of the film…especially when they’re soggy… and really? It was from a movie? I’m as good at remembering movies as I am at math.
Melme: Well, hell, LET’S GO!…swimming, I mean…
tj: Cheerios grew on me. They’re one of my favorites now…they don’t get the top spot because I hate the Cheerio burp.
PJ: LOVE HER!…(flying taco…aka Maureen). Glad you’re here…and that you stayed!
Crazy in the Making: They make cereal STICKS? This I must try…also: I have a purple spoon, too. It’s part of my (semi-permanent) collection.
Papa Guy: I don’t know…I think maybe the goose…possibly the pile of actual bear shit…is what *really* got everyone’s attention……..
A.J. Gest: Hm. Didn’t think about the shit aftermath…and about the inspiration: so true. Hopefully I’ll be smart (readL talented) enough whenever that time comes…
I love the second half of this. Knowing what you don’t want. I may totally steal this for a post idea if you dont mind. On antther note- Froot Loops now contain fiber, along with apple jacks and I think they taste like shit now.
no, that’s not healthy or natural but that’s what fruit loops do, leave that nasty film on every surface they touch.
whatever, i’m hungry now.
Froot Loops are good. Filmy or not they are yummy. Why would anyyone save and wash a plastic spoon? I think Wendy’s has the very best plastic-ware of all fast food places. I am a random thinker as well. I get in trouble for it sometimes due to my saying things out of turn and unrelated to whatever it is I am supposed to be talking about. Oh well.
I was jealous about the pink spoon, but you also have a purple one!? I take back what I said about cereal sticks, they don’t exist. You don’t need my guilty I’m a horrible mom, too lazy to pour them a bowl of cereal, food when you have pink and purple spoons!
I am a European person and have never seen Fruit Loops before – but how pretty they are! Though, yeah, not entirely natural.
Shannon: Steal away…I mean…well, yah. Steal. Or something.
franzi: you? Hungry for Fruit Loops? I can definitely try to hook you up with Toucan Sam…
mark p: I wash plastic spoons…I also keep and wash those baby spoons you get from ice cream places where they let you taste ice cream…i love baby spoons. I have a pink one of those, too…
Crazy in the Making: I have a green and blue one, too…….should I not mention that? And no cereal sticks?!!?!?!?!?! Sad. Face.
Ten Pounds: I think you might be lucky to have never seen them…cause what you don’t know about, you can’t miss! Oh…and I don’t know if you have this where you live, but when I was in London, I fell in love with that place they have called Eat!