Random Ramblings

Do you ever do something.. and think.. hmmm.. am I the only one that does that?  Really .. am I that weird?  For example.. every now and then..  I will run as if someone is chasing me like in a horror movie.  You know .. frantic..turning your head both directions.. looking over your shoulders.. maybe even running into the walls a little bit if your in a hall way for example.  Another example.. I have been known to imitate a rabbit in the headlights.. again.. running frantically.. but this time the emphasis is on zig zagging back and forth, not so much the looking over your shoulders.  Another thing I have been known to do.. (and try and keep you mind out of the gutter) is to touch myself where someone else just casually touched.  Meaning.. if someone for example, walks past me and they squeeze my arm.. I will very casually squeeze in the same spot, to feel what they felt.  Ok .. that might be even weirder than I thought.. but.. I do it.  Ever had someone say “hey you” and poke you in the side.. or something like that?   I would then ..  casually poke in the same spot.. to see what they felt.  I think it started as being insecure that what they touched may have been a bit flabby and not as wash board abs.. for example.. as it is supposed to be… I am pathetic .. I know, but think hard.. I bet there are a few things you do… that you have wondered, “Is it just me?”

So there is a song on the Country charts called “Relentless” by Jason Aldean… not so strange right? Except when you listen to it.. and hear him talk about love being relentless. Now I have heard love referred to as a lot of things.. but relentless? Isn’t relentless usually a bad thing? Relentlessly tortured etc..? It got me thinking..(i know right? scarey) about the word itself, and other words that have gotten a bad rap. Could it be that all this time I have been judging the word wrong? Me? A guy who prides himself on being open minded and non judgmental? Could it be that there are words out there..innocent words, that have been lumped in with words like catastrophic, torrential, ominous or bad? Yes it seems that it indeed.. it could be. After more thought, it occurred to me that maybe it was the word “love” not “relentless” that I needed to be looking at.. love..real love, true love .. could be, unyielding, severe, strict or harsh as Webster’s Dictionary defines relentless. Funny isn’t it? Our, or at least my preconceived notion of how words can be and should be used.. shattered by a simple country song. (now you see why I call this Random Ramblings haha)

I hope this doesn’t sound too naive.. but have you ever wondered how they make pencils?  How do they get the lead in there?  Hmmmm..

So Iam driving home from Brookings Friday night after the Golden Eagles laid a Whoopin on the Bobcats.  Cruising down the interstate, enjoying my time behind the wheel like Idon’t normally do.  I start to feel something… ahh yes.. I know it well, it’s my arch nemisis..hunger.  After a few miles I realize I am going to have to give in.  Snackish and peckish is no way to travel.. Soooo….after a few miles I wheelin to Watertown… run in to Stones (the truck stop).. and pick up a few items along with my constant companion, Diet Coke.  As I pull back on the interstate, I reach for one of those items.  A medium sized bag of *Starburst’s  (love em).. after fumbling to gain access to the fruity, juicy goodness locked inside.. Iam pleasantly surprised to find that the first one out and unwrapped.. is a red one.  Hmmm, what a stroke of Providence.. I love red ones.  So, just before it’s tangy cherry flavor has totally cleared my pallet, I reach for another only to find that it too is red!  Woohoo I exclaim.  Pondering my good fortune and enjoying the sweet treat, I again dive into the squares.. only to find that I have again pulled out a red, cherry flavored treat.. UNREAL!  What are the odds?  That NEVER happens!  Usually I search for the red ones, never finding enough, and here I am, in the dark, blindly reaching in and pulling out not 1 not 2 but 3 red ones IN A ROW.  Searching for the nearest casino, beacause clearly my luck is at an all time high.. I reach for another… could it be?  YES!  Not 1 not 2 not 3 but 4 red ones in a ROW…oh my..what did I do to be so blessed.  At this point I have no choice but to turn on the dome light and examine the contents to make sure I didn’t get the mythical all red bag of starburst’s.  Nope.. as usual pink, orange, and yellow are also represented.  Realizing that whatever strange phenomenon I was just party to has now passed because by turning the light on.. I scared it away, like cockroaches scurrying for cover.   The light goes back off and the next one was…..(drum roll)  PINK.. blech.  Ahhh Luck.. she’s a fickle fickle..lady.

Have you ever said something.. and almost immediately you realize what stupid thing it was to have said?  Or have you ever said something.. and almost immediately had someone point how stupid what you just said was? Have you ever said something.. and knew that it didn’t come out the way you meant it too.. and knew that it could potentially hurt someones feelings?  Yeah me either.  But if it were to ever happen I am sure I would be very sorry. 

Ya know what really Grinds my Gears?? Why some words are spelled similarly, but sound nothing alike.. for example.. BOMB and COMB. Now throw the word TOMB into that equation if you really want your head to blow up. Since I am on the subject.. why does the word bologna not end with the same sound as the word lasagna? Or how about words that sound the same but are spelled differently and have totally different meanings? Like THEIR and THERE. Hmmmmm..

We had our fantasy football draft last night here at the station and while I am confident I am going to the ship.  (championship)  I also learned something about some of my co-workers.  I hate them.  You see it turns out I can handle listening to there mindless drivel when I am paid to, but that’s about it.   And if you add lack of sleep into the equation, idle threats of plucking out eyeballs and cutting off ears with rusty spoons, just about become reality.

P.S.  the above blog is purely for entertainment purposes.. the writer has no intention of harming his co-workers.. even though Jay Dean is obnoxious and annoying… just kidding, love ya Jay… but not the way you love me.

So every now and then I have one of my minions pick breakfast up for me..  Today, I chose Rusty the Redheaded Leprechaun for this task.  He diligently and dutifully completed this errand by appearing at my office door with a Taco Johns breakfast burrito and cinna sopilla bites.  Now this is only the second time I have had Taco Johns for breakfast and am still a little leary that the first bite will clog my arteries instantly.  Fighting through the feeling of impending doom.. I went ahead and ate the burrito..not bad.. not bad at all, though I don’t think I could make a steady diet out of them.  The real reason for this entry though is the Cinna Sopilla bites.. incredible.    Very tasty, light, and a little flaky, loved them.  In fact I may marry them.  Much better than the churro.  Though the churro has it’s place too.

The final thing I wanted to touch on is the instructions on the orange juice.  I know what your thinking.. you wouldn’t think you would need instructions, but apparently you do.  It advises.. no, requests..  that you “please use straw hole”.   Maybe I should pick my battles better.. but I was thinking “who are they to tell me how to drink my breakfast beverage!”  So I stabbed the carton with fork and squeezed until the tasty nectar of oranges flowed into my mouth from four tiny holes.   Just my little way of “sticking it to the man”.

Alright… let’s call a spade a spade.  Aren’t these really just pep rally’s?   “We are better than you”..  “We are going to beat you”…etc.   All that’s missing is the marching band and an elephant or donkey in flaming effigy… wait  they have those too.  It seems to me that we are anything but  “the United States of America”… unfortunately .. we are far from United.   This is coming from one of the most patriotic people I know.. me.

Can someone explain to me why anyone would build a new bank.. and put a big obnoxious bright orange buffalo in front?  The beautiful brick building just to the east of Menards has been accentuated by.. a Buffalo?  I don’t get it.  Is there some connection to that particular bank and large shaggy beasts?  Since I am on the subject…  have I ever mentioned how much I hate the gorilla in front of the vacuum shop on 6th avenue?  Blechh!