We truly must live in a TV show or a sitcom! We were all going about our daily work, when Robert saw one of our neighbor’s wallet fall out of his pocket. Not wanting to go outside by himself he asked Jonathan to go and return the wallet. Of course Jonathan went out, and returned the wallet, but really, what are the odds. Somehow Robert saw a wallet fall out a mans pocket across the street, through a window.
Grade A!
So the other day Mom saw Jonathan siting at his desk scribbling on a piece paper. When she asked him what he was doing he said he was trying to figure out what grade he got in one of his classes. So Mom asked him the percentages were, and he said 95.84, 97.21, 97.21, 93.22, 98.43, 99.49, 82.13, and 92.72. Yeah… Mom told him an A is an A no matter how you add it.
FedEx!
So today a FedEx car drove up, and the FedEx came out to bring us a package. As he was walking up to the door, Veronica saw him through the window, and yelled in her small yet excited voice, “FedEx!” As he handed Mom the package he laughed about Veronica’s excited squeal, which had pierced the walls quite effectively. He was quite amused, and gratified at Veronica’s enthusiasm.
Cleaning My Trumpet!
So the other day I had to clean my trumpet, and I mean REALLY clean it. Normally before I put away my instrument, I just have to empty the spit valve. This is really easy, because all I have to do is press that little button on the valve, and blow through the mouthpiece (the woodwinds in my family are kinda resentful about this since they have to clean their instruments piece by piece each time they put theirs away). Still every month or so I have to take the whole thing apart, run water through it, and scrub out the inside with these trumpet cleaning tools.
Then you lay it out on a towel to dry. 
Now if you ever need to clean trumpet, you can!
This post really has no purpose except for the fact that I have always wondered what a post written in the title would like. And I really have nothing interesting to say. Besides I had to carry out this experiment some time. Now though I am just wondering if there is a limit to how many words I can write in the title. I think it’s endless. This will make proofreading harder though.
My Pet Peeve
I have a lot of pet peeves actually. This is probably because I have so few actual problems I invent problems for myself from stupid trivial things. For example why does it bug me when people call comics cartoons or vice versa? I don’t know. (In my mind comics are still pictures while cartoons are animated). Other pet peeves include pj’s instead of pajamas, p b and j instead of peanut butter and jelly (pretty much any acronym with a “p” and a “j”), and calling ATM’s ATM machines (you know that would make it an automatic teller machine machine right?).
Yes I let a lot of pointless things bother me, but one of my bigger pet peeves is station id’s that brag about commercial free music. I know theirs a small difference, but it always feels like I’m listening to a commercial about how that station doesn’t have commercials!
Strange Quote of the Week
So, Yesterday while I was working on cleaning my room, suddenly I heard Jonathan say, “Trapped in the bathroom forever. There are worse ways to go.” I’m not sure why he said it, or if what he said makes any sense in context, but either way I think that goes on the list of strange things I thought I would never hear.
Bare Feet no More!
So as I was walking out to bring in groceries today, and what should I run into, but a dog. Yep, a big brown dog just staring at me. So I started to go back inside but the dog was following me. Now here I got in a bit of a pickle. Because I didn’t want to try to go inside, and have it follow me, and I didn’t want to stay outside with what might be a stray dog (there are a couple in our neighborhood). To make matters worse I had no shoes on, so even though it looked friendly, if it attacked me I couldn’t kick it, and have it bite my foot. Luckily, Nicholas came out and told it to shoo, and it was friendly so it left. Still, I have resolved to wear shoes from now on.
Thought of the Day
I was just wondering, why do fans have three settings? I mean I like options too, but I only ever use the high setting. I’ll bet most people never use the other settings either, because really who gets a fan and thinks, “I only want just a little breeze.”
Or even more unlikely, “If only I could have a medium bit of wind.”
Not that I really care, it’s the fan makers decision. If they want three settings, good for them, it just seems excessive.
What I Love Most About Jackets
Pockets! Pockets! Pockets! I love pockets!
They just make life easier. When I go to school I carry with me a handkerchief, my money clip, my phone, my car keys, my phone’s cord, my flash drive, an eraser, my rosary, a pocket notebook, a pocket comb, a pocket knife, and three pencils. This would be too much to keep track of even for most adventures (Link would never be able to find his pencil), but when I wear a jacket I have, at least, eight pockets. I have a place for everything and I know where everything is. Pockets are great!