Randomly Thinking: A few random thoughts about spoons and other things

I have no idea why it has taken me so long to write a Randomly Thinking post but here I am, finally compiling my random thoughts and happenings into a blog post.

Enjoy the randomness.

A few months ago, my mom called to tell me that one of the women at physical therapy had noticed something black in my dad’s ear and felt he needed to get it checked for cancer.

My dad set up an appointment because he has had skin cancer removed in the past.

As he was getting ready to go, he took a shower and was trying his face and ears off when he noticed black on his towel. That’s when it hit him. He didn’t have some sort of new growth in his ear. It was the charcoal soap he’d been using to wash with but it apparently didn’t come off very well.

Crisis averted.


Sometimes I mumble my starting word count over and over when I am using a writing sprint program in Discord so I can remember it when I write it down. Later I put in how many words I have when I finish writing and it tallies how many words I wrote in a certain amount of time.

When The Boy hears me mumbling my word count, my teenage son asks if I am whispering my activation code for the chip in my head.


Little Miss and I were watching Mary Berry one night and she was cooking duck. The Husband said he wanted to know where we could get duck locally and decided to Google it. He didn’t find a local provider but he found a bucket of duck fat for an insane amount of money.

In response to our shock, Little Miss said, “Well, yeah…it’s a delicacy.”

I have no idea where she learned that word but probably from Mary Berry. I think we’ve watched too much Mary, honestly. My child is picking up her lingo.


One day I mentioned the book/story “I Once Knew A Woman Who Swallowed a Fly” and Little Miss called out, “No! I don’t like that book! I don’t like the perspective of being in her stomach. It’s gross.”

Again – is this a normal 8-year-old thing?


I told Little Miss one day that I didn’t know how she was still awake after staying up late the night before and getting up early that day.

She widened her eyes, pressed her fingers together and wiggled them.

“I’ve been stimulating my brain all day to stay awake,” she said in a silly, high-pitched voice.”


One day The Boy was explaining something to Little Miss and I, then realized we already knew what he was talking about.

 “Sorry,” he said. “I know I don’t need to explain that to you guys. You’re not dumb.”

Little Miss tipped her head sidewise toward me and said, “Well, I’m not. I don’t know about her.”

I said, “excuse me? I’m not dumb.”

“You do dumb things sometimes,” she said.

“Well, we all do that,” I said. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You swear and that shows you’re not very smart.”


I mean. …. She’s right but … ouch.


My kids have very big vocabularies and people have told me that they sound like little adults. I’m never sure if that’s meant as a compliment or not. Here is the thing, though, my husband is well-read – much more so than me (I feel dumb around him) and we never talked baby talk to our kids (which isn’t a bad thing). We just talked to them in regular adult speech (within reason) and they just picked up those words and meanings and went from there.

It can backfire, though. One time around 6 years old my son had a friend over and he was talking about Venom from Spider-Man and said that Venom was a symbiote. The little friend scrunched up his face and said, “What’s that?” My son said, “It means he needs another living creature to live off of. Geesh, you really need to broaden your vocabulary.”  


The Boy has a job now and has been thinking a lot about his future and about what he will do after he graduates. One night I had to calm him down because he thought next year was his last year of school. I had to tell him he has two years of school left, not one.

This calmed him some and then he said, “I don’t have to have a life goal. I’m 16. Right?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m 45 and I still don’t have a life goal. My goal is just to survive I guess.”


Every once in a while my teenage son will have himself a rant about how my mom, and me, tell him to use the regular, everyday spoons when he sets the table and not the soup spoons.

“There is no difference! They are just spoons!”

I reminded him that every day spoons are smaller than the soup spoon.

His response was, “The larger spoon should be the default spoon for all spoons! If you want a fancy spoon for your fancy dinner then make it the same size but less bent!”

I was like, “Honey, one is a one is a teaspoon and one is a tablespoon.”

“They are just spoons!” he screamed. “When our ancestors were carving the spoons from wood they didn’t say this is a soup spoon and this is a regular spoon. They said this is a spoon! An all-purpose tool for putting food in my mouth! There is a smaller spoon and a big spoon. That’s a giant spoon even better for shoveling more food in your mouth!”

He literally ranted for four straight minutes about the spoon drama.

I decided not to mention that there are also serving spoons.


The Boy and his friend were recently watching a video that showcased the top one songs through the decades. They were into it, all the way up to the 2000s when my my son says “Aw man it sucks. Those generations got that cool music and we got Cardi B.”

I can’t help but agree.

Here is a random photo of my cat:

And one of my dog:

So there are a few random thoughts.

Tell me one random fact about yourself today.

7 thoughts on “Randomly Thinking: A few random thoughts about spoons and other things

  1. Always good stuff in these random thoughts!! Your kids’ vocab is impressive, makes me laugh, and that is a compliment!!😉 you guys all read a lot too and I’m sure that really makes a difference!!

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  3. I love your random thoughts! You always bring a smile to my heart!! My random thought: it’s a kind of exciting way to wake up when your husband’s CPAP machine breathing tube comes off and starts whipping back and forth! 🤪🤪

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