Who are my ramblers out there?
I think most of us have heard other people say, “Sorry. I’m just rambling.” It seems to be a human epidemic. Well, I guess it would have to be; I haven’t exactly heard any animals just ramble (though, I’m sure some of my pet-loving friends would have some words of dispute).
Is rambling good? I think it is, though I, myself, never do it. Rambling can bring some great insight into what’s important in the lives of the ramblers. So I say, “Keep rambling!”
There are some minor exceptions to my “Keep rambling” exclamation, certainly. I mean, rambling should be gender specific. Driving around with a girl who wants to talk about sipping Mocha Lattes while shopping for Pierre Cardin hand bags isn’t exactly my thing. I usually endure it, though, because I’m not big on shutting people down. I will, though, attempt to steer conversation and ensuing ramblings to gender-neutral topics, like guns and the new all-aluminum F-150 pickup truck.
In fact, I didn’t know that many of the military vehicles that our troops use are made from military-grade aluminum (or aluminium for my British and South African and Australian friends). I once had a discussion with a friend who lives in England about the origins of aluminum, and that since aluminum was first created in the United States, it should be spelled and pronounced the way that Americans put it forth. But she contended that not everything had its start in the U.S. and aluminum was one of those. Turns out she was right. It’s supposed to be called aluminium (al-you-min’-ee-um). Go figure.
So F-150s are made of aluminium.
See? Now I’m stuck. I’m pretty sure that I just rambled a bit. I’m not sure that I can say that it was “freeing” in any way.
Rambling. Right. I’m thinking that maybe I need to just leave this idea alone. I don’t think I’m very good at it, especially if I have to work at it.
Back to aluminium vs. aluminum. I think that …