Guess Who

Guess who's twenty two and who's birthday it is today???

Give up? Here's a hint:





Me.

Power Naps, Part 2

I'll guess that in... November, I posted a lament about my incapacity to take effective power naps. Not only could I not convince myself to sleep for 15-20 minutes and then immediately get up....leading to three hour naps, but I also couldn't prove if 15-20 minute power naps even worked. Of course, this was because I couldn't get up. It's a chicken/egg situation.

Well I have news! My ways have changed, if only momentarily! In the last week, I've managed to successfully sleep for 15-20 minutes, awaking when that time has expired to astounding results!!!! They do work! I only received four hours of sleep on Friday night into Saturday and with a fifteen minute power nap was able to continue going strong, with no drowsiness until three o'clock Sunday morning. That's a feat in a my book!

Precisely

This was just too cool('cause I'm weird like that) and had to share.

When I pulled into work this morning, I turned off the car just as the CD I was listening to changed to track 11, reading 0:00 for seconds played. So naturally when I started the car to leave, it began playing from the first second of the song. I'm driving home, rocking out to this one song--which happened to be Dead Poetic's "Paralytic" off their album "Vices"--and as I pulled in front of my house and turned the off the ignition, with no pause whatsoever. I looked at the time and the song ended as the key was turning at 4:23 seconds, and as I pulled the key out there was one extra second before the lack of electricity registers and it went to track 11, reading 0:00.

I don't know why, but I found that fascinating. So it took me EXACTLY four minutes and twenty four seconds to get home. Hush! I ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS!!

HB of O

If there's an absolutely MONSTROUS cornflake in my Honey Bunches of Oats, and no one is around to appreciate it, does it make a crunch??

Little Things

I was at my friends today, or was it yesterday? The summer days get muddled and run together like mashed potatoes and gravy. Anyway, I was at his crib during some point in the last 48 hours. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and reaching for the soap remembered why I love washing my hands there. Okay, that sounds weird, so I will explain: When I squeezed the soap dispenser I noted the orangey hue and realized this was my favorite hand soap, which his dear mother always has in stock. The reason I love this soap so fervently is the scent. Contrary to possible speculation that the orange colour may represent a orange(fruit) scent, this is not so. In fact, the soap is the most generic brand and ubiquitous scent quite possibly, of all soaps. If I’m fortunate enough to find a classy public bathroom carrying this soap, as opposed to that disgusting foamy concoction they call soap, I’m equally unable to establish which brand of soap this is so that I can purchase for my personal home use. However, after some in depth research and investigative reporting, I was able to determine that the brand Dial, does make it. I don’t know if it’s only them, but one is enough. Now all I need to do is find a way to purchase the soapy awesomeness in massive quantities. Does BJ’s sell soap??

I have to undercut my previous statements though, because as my title indicated, it’s little things like this— those pleasant and unexpected surprises— that make each day special, unique, and worth living to its fullest. If I were to constantly have the soap in my household, available to my disposal, the potential exists that I would lose, or no longer have, appreciation for the surprise finding that soap brings to my day and the smile to my face.

I know that’s really bizarre, but I also know that every person has something just as bizarre holding a special place in their life. So I guess what I’m really tryin’ to say is, what’s yours??