Mild Amusement

Lately, I have stumbled across a few more drinks that I like. It's no accident that I just finished writing about how I'm giving gin another chance . I like to try different things, and I am the type of person who will go out of my way to order something I haven't had before at a restaurant. Now, this occasionally means that I have something nasty, but it also means that I stumble across interesting food and drink. In the last few months, that happens to have resulted in new libations I like. The first one was a red blend that I had while out at dinner with the Mild Ex and another friend. The waitress recommended it, and everyone at the table was agreeable to that option. As it turned out, I ended up really liking it. It was the first time where I tasted a very noticeable difference after letting the wine aerate . Unsurprisingly, this novel discovery made the whole thing even more agreeable to me. I like science , remember? The second, more interesting one, was a drink ...

It seems to me that most people have one liquor with whom they just don’t get along. Sometimes it’s because they simply don’t like the taste. Sometimes it’s because they had one really bad experience with it, and that memory has stuck with them. Either way, most people seem to avoid a particular type of liquor. For me, that liquor is gin. Now, I generally don’t like the taste of the gin I’ve had. It tastes very much like licorice to me, and I don’t particularly like licorice. The words that come to mind are “sweet” and “herby.” Neither one is necessarily a good thing. Worse yet, I had one night many years ago in Vegas that did not end all that well. It just so happened to end with gin. So yeah, two strikes against gin. Still, it’s yet to earn itself a third strike. And I’m generally willing to give things a try, so every now and again, I will see if my tastes have changed. More often than not, the answer is a resounding "no." I simply haven't found a drink that ma...

Normally, these nickname posts contain a bunch of nicknames for various people. Each one is like a one-liner, so I figure in order for there to be enough meat in the post, I should put several of them together. This post, however, is different. It contains a single nickname, for yours truly. That's because there are a couple of fun stories. First, let's start with the fact that I am of the age where friends of mine are starting to have babies. Sure, everyone knows the girl who got knocked up in high school, but that was the exception, not the rule. These days, however, people are older, married and more established. It really isn't uncommon for people I know to have kids wandering around their households. It's actually kind of fun for me, because I like playing with munchkins. Regardless, it means that conversations often involve all of us, both the adults and the children. And when that happens, the fact that I am a generation older than said kid kicks in. It...

Remember how I listened to a speech and decided to start making the bed every morning ? Well, I've actually managed to keep up the habit. I haven't actually kept track, but I probably have a fairly decent streak of consecutive days where I've made the bed. That's something to be proud of, to be sure, but I'm actually more proud of how I make the bed. It all starts with the fact that I have a mild allergy to dust . Knowing that, I try to vacuum regularly and otherwise keep dust from accumulating in my personal space. My bed counts as part of my personal space, so I figured that I might as well rotate the sheets while I was at it. That way, no one sheet is always on the top, nor is the same side always facing the top. I figured that'd help to minimize any potential dust accumulation. Well, okay, so I need to rotate the sheets somehow. I happen to use 3 sheets, so the easiest plan was to simply reverse everything. I just took all of the sheets and flipped the...

I work out enough that I get sore from the exercise. I'm not entering any body building competitions any time soon (although I do have a friend who does that), but I am no stranger to working a particular muscle so much that I will be really sore afterward. However, I've noticed that I don't get sore like normal people. No, my body decides to mess with me. For example, once long ago, I was participating in a kickboxing class. This was the same kickboxing class that led someone to question whether I was being abused and that allowed me to win a game like tag with a seven year old girl . Still, for the purposes of this post, the pertinent part was that we had to do a bunch of drills. And in one particular instance, we had to practice kicking with our lead leg. Since you're kicking with your lead leg, you generally don't put too much power into this type of kick; it's the equivalent of a jab . However, precisely because it is a strike that you throw quickly, it...

I make no secret of the fact that I like playing with Legos . I don't break them out all that often, but I do have some lying around the house. It lets me tinker and be creative, and I just like plain like building stuff. As I mentioned in that previous post, I keep a bucket of Legos in my room. Well, technically, I keep two buckets of Legos in my room. One is red and the other is pink. I don't quite remember getting the red bucket, but it was full of your standard pieces. It had the 2 by 2 squares, the 2 by 4 bricks, and some 1 by 2 edge pieces. It wasn't fancy, but my siblings and I had plenty of fun building planes, houses, and space ship looking things with them. Somewhere along the line, though, my parents bought a house-themed set, and that one came in the pink bucket. I'm assuming it was meant for my sister, what with the color scheme, but all of the pieces ultimately ended up mixed together. So I have an amalgamation of pieces all thrown together in these two ...

I've already had a few interesting visits to the dentist , and as of a little while ago, it's time to add a fourth story to the list. As all of these stories do, my story started with a routine check up. I showed up on time, waited a few minutes, and then they called me back to get on with the dental part. Then things got really amusing. Maybe I should've known that this was not going to be the usual check up when I saw the dentist walk in with a stroller and her baby. I didn't really think much of it at the time, since her husband was with her. I didn't quite know what was going on, but it's not particularly hard to surmise that if she was going to be doing her day job, he would be the one watching the baby. Pretty straight forward stuff. You see, the dentist didn't recognize me as one of her patients. To be fair, I didn't immediately recognize her face when she walked in the door, either. Either way, she sat down and introduced herself before...