It happened

The other day I was in Michaels buying what I needed to homemake some Christmas presents, when the cashier and I started talking about coupons. I didn't even mean to say it, it just popped out of my mouth.

"I have an app for that..."

Festively premature

I strongly believe no one should put their Christmas lights up, or turn them on until Dec 1st. It takes all the magic out of Christmas if you've already been celebrating for a month by the time it rolls around. It's been argued that it's more dangerous to put the lights up the colder it gets because of the whole ladders with ice and frost combinations, but Nov 20th is just far too early. Isn't it enough that Costco has had their Christmas merchandise out since mid September? I talked to a few people about whether or not they'd started their holiday shopping yet, and following gender stereotypes, the two men hadn't started yet, and the two women were finished. One lady even said they were wrapped and under the tree. Tree?? I just think we could all enjoy it more if we're not sick of it by the time it gets here.

Tire sizes

As it turns out, the front tires on Snowball were somewhat bald, so I had to get them rotated. But dad also brought up that I should get new tires, and Greg needed the size to look for a slightly used pair. I had no idea your tire size is actually printed on the side of the tires.
Mine is P155/80R13 79S. Greg explained it with such ease, the first sequence of garbled numbers and letters mean something, but that's standard, and the size of the tire is in there near the end. I concentrated hard when he told me, but it doesn't actually make any sense.
I was thinking about bra sizes, and how guys complain that they're confusing. Well guess what gentlemen, C36 doesn't hold a candle to what's printed on my tires!

I'm not blessed

Most people that are close to me know that I sneeze a lot, and most people who meet me find out pretty quickly. There always comes a time in the early stages of getting to know someone, where they finally give up on saying "bless you" when I sneeze. Sometimes, they just eventually stop, but other times they make a point of saying, "ok enough, you just sneeze far too much, I'm just going to stop saying bless you!" It's ok, you're exempt. You're not being rude, I understand. What worries me is what I discovered when I researched why we say 'bless you'. It all stems from an ancient superstition that after you sneeze, you're slightly incapacitated, and bad spirits can enter your body, so people say bless you to keep them away. Maybe I'm fine though, because I'm not quite sure I believe in spirits anyhow. Btw, don't google sneezing. You'll find gross pictures like this one:

Roaming brushers

When my sister came to visit me in Ucluelet, she commented that when I brushed my teeth, I wandered around the suite. She said she does it as well, but I suppose it's quite odd. It's not even that I'm trying to maximize my time, because I rarely accomplish anything in my walks. I just don't think I would ever brush long enough if I was just sitting in front of the mirror staring at myself. Sometimes these walks backfire, because a family member is waiting to pounce on the bathroom, and I end up rushing to find another bathroom to spit. It also opens me up to more opportunities to laugh at a conversation going on around me, and we all know how that ends. Unlike this chick, who actually managed to make teeth brushing look attractive.

"Game over, you lost"

Recently I've become somewhat addicted to scrabble on my smartphone. I played it non-stop one weekend. I'm not very good, so I lose more often than not. But what threw me off was the message that pops up on a game when the other person wins.
"Game over, you lost."
It was blunt, but I just started to imagine if other things in life worked that way. Like if your debit declines, "Declined, you're broke." Or when you're being let go, "It's over, leave. You suck." What about being broken up with, "Game over, you're dumped."

Aloneness

Some things have come up while living alone that I didn't anticipate. Some parts are pretty cool, like everything is where I left it so I have less of a chance of loosing things. I can also make bad judgment calls, like eating toast for dinner two nights in a row. But other things are kind of annoying, like when I'm getting ready in the morning, there's no other person to zip the back up, or help me with a bracelet, or tell me what I'm wearing looks ok. When I oversleep a nap, there's no one else to wake me up, I just keep sleeping. Even travelling alone on the ferry, I either have to take all my stuff with me to the bathroom, or trust that someone around me will watch it for me if I ask them to. I have a new appreciation for the friends of mine that live on their own.