Inconvenient Truth of the Day

So you know this part in A Christmas Story?

It was always my favorite part. Though I sympathized with the poor kid (his name is not really hitting me at the moment), I thought it was the most hilarious thing.

Well, it turns out a warm surface to ice really does stick to said warm surface, and I had a chance to learn that first hand (literally!) today.

One of the other great benefits to my apartment (I am seriously going to live here for as long as I can in my college career) is that it has an ice maker. The ice maker at my parents' house has long been broken, like three years and counting. 


My brilliant mom came with a genius solution and that is this:

My parents fully have one of these things hanging out in their otherwise darling kitchen. To get perpetually cold water, my mom religiously fills up something like this...

I couldn't find an actual model, but think deeper. Mom, if you are reading this, we better hope your container never gives out! They are impossible to find! 

...and sticks it in the freezer. The result is a large (and free!) ice block. Walaa! Cold water and ice in the orange container. It is great, but an ice maker is even better. 

Anyway, so today, I finished up washing my dishes and then decided I wanted some ice to go with my water and naively stuck my wet hand in the ice maker. The result was three pieces of ice firmly stuck on my hand. And it actually hurts pretty bad to get off. So, lesson learned: wet hands and ice don't really go together. Maybe my mom was on to something with the giant ice block. The end. 

I believe in a thing called love

If there is one thing I like better than a good novel I can lose myself in, it is real life love stories told by the people involved. I don't care if it is in an obituary or a blog post, I love it. I like it better than any fictious story line because it is real. It means it can happen to anyone, this thing called love. Reading those sort of real-life stories help me relax for the future. The best is when I inwardly feel happy about the couple being together. I think that means that they are meant to be together, or are doing great being together. (I am trying to wean myself off the idea of soul mates. I think someone can become your soul mate, but I don't believe you find a soul mate right off the bat in the haystack.)

A very wise friend once told me that you know you ought to marry the person you are dating if they a) make you want to strive to be a better person because you are around him/her and b) being together creates good for all those around you. I feel lucky that I have had friends who have in turn been lucky enough to find their perfect match :) They have been wonderful examples to me in showing me that I should never settle.

One trend I noticed is that neither party expected the timing nor thought they would fall in love with each other. It sorta makes me think that you shouldn't actively pursue love. Like those people (not that they are bad people or anything. Bless their hearts) who go out on blind dates every week desperately trying to find that person before time runs out. What time? I'm not really sure. As far as I'm concerned we are dealing with a whole lotta time in the scope of eternity.

The important thing, I think, is to keep calm and carry on.

(And I promise to tell my love story when it happens, on here :)