Friday, October 24, 2003
Spooky thangs!
Tomorrow morning I'm heading out bright and early to a town called Bisbee, Arizona. It's near the Mexican border and is a higher altitude than Tucson and therefore will be cooler. MUCH cooler. Can we get a HALALEAUIA in the house?!
AMEN SISTA!
It was STILL over 100 degrees last weekend here in Tucson. IN THE MIDDLE OF DAMN OCTOBER. This is really unusual for us. We're normally down to the 80's by now. Anyhow, I'm going to a cooler place this weekend! (that's my current mantra)
Also a spookier place! We're staying at a hotel that is actually referred to as "previously the Haunted Hotel". I asked the owner what that was about when I made the reservation and she told me that people feel cold drafts where there shouldnt be one. They feel pushes or hands on their backs and noone is there. She also said that a little boy yelled out OW! And then yelled MOM! That old lady hit me! Later he had a bruise on his head. Perhaps he was being naughty and getting into something he shouldnt have eh?
I plan on taking a lot of photos while there, perhaps I'll have a spooky presence on my photos!!! Broooooahhh ahhh ahhhhhh (supposed to be a spooky laugh, but whatever!)
The real reason we're going is because there's a Smithsonian Institute exhibit that's there this entire month on what people 75 years ago thought the future (our present) would be like. Should be interesting!!
You won't hear from me tomorrow...don't be scared! I'll be back! UNLESS the ghosts REALLY thump me! Then all bets are off. Then it might be ME thumping YOU from the other side if you don't behave and act right!
AMEN SISTA!
It was STILL over 100 degrees last weekend here in Tucson. IN THE MIDDLE OF DAMN OCTOBER. This is really unusual for us. We're normally down to the 80's by now. Anyhow, I'm going to a cooler place this weekend! (that's my current mantra)
Also a spookier place! We're staying at a hotel that is actually referred to as "previously the Haunted Hotel". I asked the owner what that was about when I made the reservation and she told me that people feel cold drafts where there shouldnt be one. They feel pushes or hands on their backs and noone is there. She also said that a little boy yelled out OW! And then yelled MOM! That old lady hit me! Later he had a bruise on his head. Perhaps he was being naughty and getting into something he shouldnt have eh?
I plan on taking a lot of photos while there, perhaps I'll have a spooky presence on my photos!!! Broooooahhh ahhh ahhhhhh (supposed to be a spooky laugh, but whatever!)
The real reason we're going is because there's a Smithsonian Institute exhibit that's there this entire month on what people 75 years ago thought the future (our present) would be like. Should be interesting!!
You won't hear from me tomorrow...don't be scared! I'll be back! UNLESS the ghosts REALLY thump me! Then all bets are off. Then it might be ME thumping YOU from the other side if you don't behave and act right!
9:30am
Have already eaten 8 cookies (STILL left over from the board meeting) AND a can of orange soda.
I think I've LOST MY DAMN MIND! Won't someone stop me?
I think I've LOST MY DAMN MIND! Won't someone stop me?
Thursday, October 23, 2003
Hot Diggity Blog!
It's the FLYIIINNNGGG ELVISSESSSSSSS!
Da na NUHHHHH duh nuh nuh nuh nuhhhhh Da na naaaaaa! Duh nuh nuh NUH nuhhhhhh...
My favorite movie of pretty much all time is Honeymoon in Vegas with Sarah Jessica Parker and Nicholas Cage. My favorite scene of said movie is the flying Elvii scene! WHY am I bringing this up after all this time? Is there a reason?
Um. NO.
I believe I've got writers block. Writers HEAD CRAMP something bad. Last night I said I was taking a night off. I couldnt think of anything to blog about, so I didn't! Tonight I'm here again TRYING because Lord knows I can't leave here for too long. Not NOW when I'm starting to see that people DO read this! You LOT must be DEPENDING on me to write!!! It's a matter of life or death Wonderwoman!! Perhaps there's just a WEE bit of pressure. Think?
So from what I've heard one of the best ways of getting rid of writers block is to just sit down and write whatever comes into your mind. This blog will be just that. It may ramble (what else is new!) it may go somewhere unexpected! It may even be boring or make no sense at all! I guess we'll all just see. Won't we? STOP IT! I hear those clicks! It's the clicks of people blogging off of my site!!! GIVE ME A CHANCE WON'T YOU? BASTARDS!!!
The first paragraph is the start of all this...so I'm just continue from there and start again, I'm gonna let it fly folks! Hang on tight! I PROMISE when it's over you'll arrive right back here safe and sound. I don't need any lawsuits for unsafe blogging ok? I'm not going THAT wild!
OK, BEGIN.
.......
right. Now BEGIN.
(crickets)
LAME. One last chance. Here we go. BEGIN!
I was born a poor black child. What? No I wasn't! I was born a white child in Florida. The pan handle to be precise! Where the beaches are like white sugar. Mmm..I need some sugar about now. I'm tired and sugar would give me the lift I need to finish this blog so that I can go to bed! I've got a sugar addiction, have I mentioned that before? Yeah...before noon today I ate approximately 387 cookies left over from some special board members meeting from last night at the home owners association I'm temping at. They were gooo-ooood! I wish I could give up sugar, I really do. My weight might not be such an issue if I could. But I was good tonight. I had a salad to make up for the lunch that I had at Popeyes chicken (well plus all the cookies too). Popeyes chicken is REALLY good, but REALLY greasy and REALLY REALLY fattening! I had a fried popcorn shrimp po boy sandwich. EXCELLENT.
I have just reread the last paragraph. I sound like someone who has taken a LOT of drugs and is ultra hyper from them! Still...its also kinda fun! Continue!
So I met a woman at work. WAIT. All those suddenly interested stares at my blog are making me uncomfortable. Don't get any wise ideas...there's not gonna be any girl on girl action here! PERVS! Anyhow, this woman is brittish and as I've mentioned I lived in the UK. She and I got to talking and she's a fan of my FAVE brit soap, "Eastenders" which BBC America (BASTARDS!!) have taken off the air recently! By the way, there's now over 13,000 signatures on the petition to save Eastenders. If any of you read my blog and went to it via my link and signed, THANK YOU. A few years back I went to London with a group of fellow fans. My buddy that I was meant to pal around with was a girl who I had talked to online a lot. She seemed nice enough, and she worked for a major airline and when I told her I could not afford to go on the trip, she offered to give me a buddy pass so that I could get a cheap flight. I was all over this of course, and took her up on it. Now I had talked to her on the phone many times and knew she was really hyper and a little goofy, but I thought it would be allright.
(HEY! I think I've found my subject tonight!)
I was wrong. It was FAR from allright!
I flew to where she lived in Texas. When I got there she had not told her husband that I was coming! I was meant to be staying with her for 2 days and he did not speak to me the entire time! THEN SHE, the FREAK that I soon found her to be, SCREAMED at him at the dinner table, in front of me and all three children that the "least you (he) could do is talk to her (me)!" I'm sure he really wanted to after that!
The next day she packed her bag for the trip, and I sat in her room with her while she did so. She gets to her panties and she tells me, "I am only taking TWO pair of underwear with me. I have A LOT of underwear, but I only LIKE these two so I'm only taking them! BUT ITS VERY SANITARY, I'M ALSO TAKING MINIPADS WHICH I'LL CHANGE EACH DAY!" Yeah OK sure. GROSS! We were on a 7 day trip. TWO Pair is not an accepted amount to take! AND if you have to take only 2 pair? Don't be telling anyone! PS-not only did I NOT see any pantyliner trash while there, I KNOW she did not wash any panties out in the sink at the hotel either!
Then we flew to London. She managed to hook us up with first class seats. Which admittedly ROCKED my world! How I ever went back to flying coach after that I'll never know! Unbelievable food, twice as many TV/movie/music channels and my own private monitor, my seat would recline totally with a footrest too! AND I got a full length blanket and slippers...AMAZING. So I'm excited to be in 1st class and she turns to me as we're taking off and points to her cheek and says "who got you in first class...give me a kiss!" WHAT? Yes...its true. AND ME THE DIMWIT DID IT. One of those I'm so shocked that I did it without really thinking things. I told her we needed to try to sleep on the plane because jet lag would kick our asses (I've lived that before and it SUCKS!) I slept, guess who did not. We get to london and she was a psycho bitch. When I pointed out a youth hostile that we could stay at next time she looks at me as bitchy as she gets and says, "Lara I am spoiled. I will not stay at a place like that. YOU can stay there if you want, but leave me out of it! I'm too good for that!!!" Yeah whatever BEYATCH!!!
So then we get to the hotel and we check in and meet all the other girls on the trip. That's when I met one of my best friends Jenn. Jenn is HILARIOUS. We all hooked up the next morning for breakfast and Jenn had gotten a full english breakfast including mushrooms which she does not like. FREAKSHOW and I decided to split the shrooms (mighty tasty!). The next day I decided I wasnt in the mood for them and when I told her to take them, she tells me, "NO, if YOU'RE not taking them, I'M NOT TAKING THEM! Harummph!"
One of the things we'd discussed before going was the fact that I didn't have a camera and wanted one for the trip and planned to buy one use cam's. She told me that she had just bought a new point and shoot camera and that we could share. We went out and bought 10 rolls of film together so that we could do just that. I made the point of saying I didn't want to inconvenience her when I wanted to get a shot that was quickly disappearing. She told me, "don't be silly! Just ask me for it and I'll pass it right over!". On a double decker bus, going through piccadilly circus I wanted a photo. I called to her and asked and she glanced at me and went, "uhhhh......hmm.....uhhhhhh......." and didnt pass it to me. I got pissed and was determined to buy a one use at the next stop. But before we got to the Tower of London's gift shop, after we departed the bus she thrust the camera into my hand and said, "HERE. YOU TAKE A TURN CARRYING IT!" Like I was some SLACKER not taking my turn!!!!
Ohhh so many things happened on this trip, I can't possibly name them all...but I'll give you just a few more of the nightmare that it was!
At every turn she would in her loud Texas accent say things to the Britts like, "CHEERS!" "CHEERIO!" "WHAT'S FOR TEA LOVEY!" Not in an american accent. OH NO...in a FAKE...BRITTISH...ACCENT! and then there was things she said to all of us that she had only known through the computer before. Prime example, "ELL OHH ELL!" OK, it was really kinda funny the first time. But the 100th time on day three it got a bit tiresome and not so funny.
We had high tea at the Ritz. THE RITZ in LONDON! So beautiful, ornate, gold, a place where you dress up and speak in hushed tones and use your best table manners! And under no circumstances to you take photos as they are EXPRESSLY forbidden. Make that mistake once and one of the waiters will come up and quietly request that you refrain from photos. Yeah but what happens when you do it THREE TIMES. LOUDLY. AFTER BEING TOLD NOT TO. It was a close call folks. We as a group were nearly asked to leave! Almost kicked out!!!! THANKS FREAK!
We went to a play. When we got to the underground (trains) the door shut before I could get on. She got on with another woman. I told her just meet me at the other end!! So the next train came and I got on. I get off (only 2 stops down) and when I get there, FREAK isnt there! I think well maybe she went out of the station and is waiting on the street. NOPE. Guess who got to walk in the dark alleys of LONDON by herself all the way to the theatre? ME. Guess who didn't even have the decency of waiting outside of the theatre for me? You got it! She went in and was seated when I arrived! (sigh)
Things got so bad that we weren't speaking at one point, and we flew back on the same plane but separately (I was terribly sick, caught the flu in the last day or so). She did not even once come back and check to see that I was even alive in coach while she lived it up in First Class...THEN we deboarded back in texas and she did not wait for me after getting off. I was still really sick and waited for EVERYONE to get off the plane thinking I'd passed her some how and she was still on there. She wasn't. I went to customs, not there either! I got through customs and there she was getting her bag at the baggage claim.. Her husband met us, got out of the car by the curb and hugged her, grabbed her bag and threw it into the trunk. The two of them got into their car, leaving me with a high temperature to deal with my heavy bag. Not even a courtesy "do you need help?". I got into the backseat and slept the rest of the time away in her sons bed, the fever broke sometime during that night thank heaven.
Oh the MISERY!!!
So now you know the story of the Crotch greaser that could. Crotch Greaser is something that my good friend Jenn and I call her now (not to her face...oh no! I don't even speak to her!) because of the panties thing. So gross...yet so fitting somehow!
Da na NUHHHHH duh nuh nuh nuh nuhhhhh Da na naaaaaa! Duh nuh nuh NUH nuhhhhhh...
My favorite movie of pretty much all time is Honeymoon in Vegas with Sarah Jessica Parker and Nicholas Cage. My favorite scene of said movie is the flying Elvii scene! WHY am I bringing this up after all this time? Is there a reason?
Um. NO.
I believe I've got writers block. Writers HEAD CRAMP something bad. Last night I said I was taking a night off. I couldnt think of anything to blog about, so I didn't! Tonight I'm here again TRYING because Lord knows I can't leave here for too long. Not NOW when I'm starting to see that people DO read this! You LOT must be DEPENDING on me to write!!! It's a matter of life or death Wonderwoman!! Perhaps there's just a WEE bit of pressure. Think?
So from what I've heard one of the best ways of getting rid of writers block is to just sit down and write whatever comes into your mind. This blog will be just that. It may ramble (what else is new!) it may go somewhere unexpected! It may even be boring or make no sense at all! I guess we'll all just see. Won't we? STOP IT! I hear those clicks! It's the clicks of people blogging off of my site!!! GIVE ME A CHANCE WON'T YOU? BASTARDS!!!
The first paragraph is the start of all this...so I'm just continue from there and start again, I'm gonna let it fly folks! Hang on tight! I PROMISE when it's over you'll arrive right back here safe and sound. I don't need any lawsuits for unsafe blogging ok? I'm not going THAT wild!
OK, BEGIN.
.......
right. Now BEGIN.
(crickets)
LAME. One last chance. Here we go. BEGIN!
I was born a poor black child. What? No I wasn't! I was born a white child in Florida. The pan handle to be precise! Where the beaches are like white sugar. Mmm..I need some sugar about now. I'm tired and sugar would give me the lift I need to finish this blog so that I can go to bed! I've got a sugar addiction, have I mentioned that before? Yeah...before noon today I ate approximately 387 cookies left over from some special board members meeting from last night at the home owners association I'm temping at. They were gooo-ooood! I wish I could give up sugar, I really do. My weight might not be such an issue if I could. But I was good tonight. I had a salad to make up for the lunch that I had at Popeyes chicken (well plus all the cookies too). Popeyes chicken is REALLY good, but REALLY greasy and REALLY REALLY fattening! I had a fried popcorn shrimp po boy sandwich. EXCELLENT.
I have just reread the last paragraph. I sound like someone who has taken a LOT of drugs and is ultra hyper from them! Still...its also kinda fun! Continue!
So I met a woman at work. WAIT. All those suddenly interested stares at my blog are making me uncomfortable. Don't get any wise ideas...there's not gonna be any girl on girl action here! PERVS! Anyhow, this woman is brittish and as I've mentioned I lived in the UK. She and I got to talking and she's a fan of my FAVE brit soap, "Eastenders" which BBC America (BASTARDS!!) have taken off the air recently! By the way, there's now over 13,000 signatures on the petition to save Eastenders. If any of you read my blog and went to it via my link and signed, THANK YOU. A few years back I went to London with a group of fellow fans. My buddy that I was meant to pal around with was a girl who I had talked to online a lot. She seemed nice enough, and she worked for a major airline and when I told her I could not afford to go on the trip, she offered to give me a buddy pass so that I could get a cheap flight. I was all over this of course, and took her up on it. Now I had talked to her on the phone many times and knew she was really hyper and a little goofy, but I thought it would be allright.
(HEY! I think I've found my subject tonight!)
I was wrong. It was FAR from allright!
I flew to where she lived in Texas. When I got there she had not told her husband that I was coming! I was meant to be staying with her for 2 days and he did not speak to me the entire time! THEN SHE, the FREAK that I soon found her to be, SCREAMED at him at the dinner table, in front of me and all three children that the "least you (he) could do is talk to her (me)!" I'm sure he really wanted to after that!
The next day she packed her bag for the trip, and I sat in her room with her while she did so. She gets to her panties and she tells me, "I am only taking TWO pair of underwear with me. I have A LOT of underwear, but I only LIKE these two so I'm only taking them! BUT ITS VERY SANITARY, I'M ALSO TAKING MINIPADS WHICH I'LL CHANGE EACH DAY!" Yeah OK sure. GROSS! We were on a 7 day trip. TWO Pair is not an accepted amount to take! AND if you have to take only 2 pair? Don't be telling anyone! PS-not only did I NOT see any pantyliner trash while there, I KNOW she did not wash any panties out in the sink at the hotel either!
Then we flew to London. She managed to hook us up with first class seats. Which admittedly ROCKED my world! How I ever went back to flying coach after that I'll never know! Unbelievable food, twice as many TV/movie/music channels and my own private monitor, my seat would recline totally with a footrest too! AND I got a full length blanket and slippers...AMAZING. So I'm excited to be in 1st class and she turns to me as we're taking off and points to her cheek and says "who got you in first class...give me a kiss!" WHAT? Yes...its true. AND ME THE DIMWIT DID IT. One of those I'm so shocked that I did it without really thinking things. I told her we needed to try to sleep on the plane because jet lag would kick our asses (I've lived that before and it SUCKS!) I slept, guess who did not. We get to london and she was a psycho bitch. When I pointed out a youth hostile that we could stay at next time she looks at me as bitchy as she gets and says, "Lara I am spoiled. I will not stay at a place like that. YOU can stay there if you want, but leave me out of it! I'm too good for that!!!" Yeah whatever BEYATCH!!!
So then we get to the hotel and we check in and meet all the other girls on the trip. That's when I met one of my best friends Jenn. Jenn is HILARIOUS. We all hooked up the next morning for breakfast and Jenn had gotten a full english breakfast including mushrooms which she does not like. FREAKSHOW and I decided to split the shrooms (mighty tasty!). The next day I decided I wasnt in the mood for them and when I told her to take them, she tells me, "NO, if YOU'RE not taking them, I'M NOT TAKING THEM! Harummph!"
One of the things we'd discussed before going was the fact that I didn't have a camera and wanted one for the trip and planned to buy one use cam's. She told me that she had just bought a new point and shoot camera and that we could share. We went out and bought 10 rolls of film together so that we could do just that. I made the point of saying I didn't want to inconvenience her when I wanted to get a shot that was quickly disappearing. She told me, "don't be silly! Just ask me for it and I'll pass it right over!". On a double decker bus, going through piccadilly circus I wanted a photo. I called to her and asked and she glanced at me and went, "uhhhh......hmm.....uhhhhhh......." and didnt pass it to me. I got pissed and was determined to buy a one use at the next stop. But before we got to the Tower of London's gift shop, after we departed the bus she thrust the camera into my hand and said, "HERE. YOU TAKE A TURN CARRYING IT!" Like I was some SLACKER not taking my turn!!!!
Ohhh so many things happened on this trip, I can't possibly name them all...but I'll give you just a few more of the nightmare that it was!
At every turn she would in her loud Texas accent say things to the Britts like, "CHEERS!" "CHEERIO!" "WHAT'S FOR TEA LOVEY!" Not in an american accent. OH NO...in a FAKE...BRITTISH...ACCENT! and then there was things she said to all of us that she had only known through the computer before. Prime example, "ELL OHH ELL!" OK, it was really kinda funny the first time. But the 100th time on day three it got a bit tiresome and not so funny.
We had high tea at the Ritz. THE RITZ in LONDON! So beautiful, ornate, gold, a place where you dress up and speak in hushed tones and use your best table manners! And under no circumstances to you take photos as they are EXPRESSLY forbidden. Make that mistake once and one of the waiters will come up and quietly request that you refrain from photos. Yeah but what happens when you do it THREE TIMES. LOUDLY. AFTER BEING TOLD NOT TO. It was a close call folks. We as a group were nearly asked to leave! Almost kicked out!!!! THANKS FREAK!
We went to a play. When we got to the underground (trains) the door shut before I could get on. She got on with another woman. I told her just meet me at the other end!! So the next train came and I got on. I get off (only 2 stops down) and when I get there, FREAK isnt there! I think well maybe she went out of the station and is waiting on the street. NOPE. Guess who got to walk in the dark alleys of LONDON by herself all the way to the theatre? ME. Guess who didn't even have the decency of waiting outside of the theatre for me? You got it! She went in and was seated when I arrived! (sigh)
Things got so bad that we weren't speaking at one point, and we flew back on the same plane but separately (I was terribly sick, caught the flu in the last day or so). She did not even once come back and check to see that I was even alive in coach while she lived it up in First Class...THEN we deboarded back in texas and she did not wait for me after getting off. I was still really sick and waited for EVERYONE to get off the plane thinking I'd passed her some how and she was still on there. She wasn't. I went to customs, not there either! I got through customs and there she was getting her bag at the baggage claim.. Her husband met us, got out of the car by the curb and hugged her, grabbed her bag and threw it into the trunk. The two of them got into their car, leaving me with a high temperature to deal with my heavy bag. Not even a courtesy "do you need help?". I got into the backseat and slept the rest of the time away in her sons bed, the fever broke sometime during that night thank heaven.
Oh the MISERY!!!
So now you know the story of the Crotch greaser that could. Crotch Greaser is something that my good friend Jenn and I call her now (not to her face...oh no! I don't even speak to her!) because of the panties thing. So gross...yet so fitting somehow!
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Vacation Day
I need one. Yes, from my temp job! I've been there six work days so far and I'm ready to take time off again! I NEED money for my bank account, for Christmas and for my sister's birthday. But I WANT time off! I feel as though I don't have enough time to even make prints of my photo notecards photos so that I can participate in a arts and crafts fair and maybe sell some cards!
So far they havent done one interview on my replacement! I'm screwed man...but then again my bank account isn't. That really probably needs to be a priority for me right now...I'll get the prints made somehow.
Amazing how we all feel we don't have enough time to do what we need to but we all manage to get by anyhow.
Im tired. I got bubkus tonight to blog about.
I'm taking a day off!
So far they havent done one interview on my replacement! I'm screwed man...but then again my bank account isn't. That really probably needs to be a priority for me right now...I'll get the prints made somehow.
Amazing how we all feel we don't have enough time to do what we need to but we all manage to get by anyhow.
Im tired. I got bubkus tonight to blog about.
I'm taking a day off!
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
There's no such thing as a free lunch!
So today I was graciously offered to join the group to pizza they'd ordered for lunch. It was a really busy day and the group was having to stay late for an annual home owners meeting. So as many employers will do at times like that, they ordered pizza, I assumed on the company.
This is a small office. My position plus four others. One girl is very anti social. Keeps to herself and goes out walking at lunch. She's nice, she just keeps to herself. The other three were involved in the pizza order. THEY ordered it and they ordered the amount they got. (THREE LARGES for FOUR PEOPLE. What were they thinking???)
So one of the girls comes out and says to me, "Hey Lara, it's a crazy day and with the meeting tonight we're all gonna be working late and so we are ordering pizza so everyone can work through their lunches. Would you like to join us for some pizza?" I was thinking...HOW NICE! and said SURE! All smiles!
So when time came to pay, one of the girls came to me and gave me 2 $20 bills and told me to give it to him and let him keep the change. He arrives, and I do what she said even though the bill is only $32!
We all dig in and when I'm finished eating I hear the manager (who's idea the pizza was!) saying to the girl who gave me the cash, "well don't I get any change?" GREAT (sigh) FABULOUS!
A few minutes later she comes to me and asks me how much I can chip in for the pizza.
Well then I'm sitting there looking like a schmuck! I have no cash on me! I told her that I had intended on debiting at lunch and had no cash but I'd bring some tomorrow!
Can you believe this? So now I've had 2 pieces of cheese pizza and I'm going to have to pay $10 for them! $5 a slice is CRAZY!
When people say there's no such thing as a free lunch...BELIEVE IT!
This is a small office. My position plus four others. One girl is very anti social. Keeps to herself and goes out walking at lunch. She's nice, she just keeps to herself. The other three were involved in the pizza order. THEY ordered it and they ordered the amount they got. (THREE LARGES for FOUR PEOPLE. What were they thinking???)
So one of the girls comes out and says to me, "Hey Lara, it's a crazy day and with the meeting tonight we're all gonna be working late and so we are ordering pizza so everyone can work through their lunches. Would you like to join us for some pizza?" I was thinking...HOW NICE! and said SURE! All smiles!
So when time came to pay, one of the girls came to me and gave me 2 $20 bills and told me to give it to him and let him keep the change. He arrives, and I do what she said even though the bill is only $32!
We all dig in and when I'm finished eating I hear the manager (who's idea the pizza was!) saying to the girl who gave me the cash, "well don't I get any change?" GREAT (sigh) FABULOUS!
A few minutes later she comes to me and asks me how much I can chip in for the pizza.
Well then I'm sitting there looking like a schmuck! I have no cash on me! I told her that I had intended on debiting at lunch and had no cash but I'd bring some tomorrow!
Can you believe this? So now I've had 2 pieces of cheese pizza and I'm going to have to pay $10 for them! $5 a slice is CRAZY!
When people say there's no such thing as a free lunch...BELIEVE IT!
Monday, October 20, 2003
He's a little bit country...I'm a little bit OCD!
It's true...and I can admit it a little more each day. I'm a weird-o!
So do you have weird things you do? Maybe you don't tell people that you do them because then they'd KNOW. The truth would come out that you are by and far a weird-o! Well I do have weird things I do. I think that everyone has them, they just don't talk about them! Hmm...maybe that's what makes me weird! I will talk about them!
So what do I do that's so weird? Well one thing that's getting to be not as weird the more time goes by is that I won't touch bathroom sinks or the handles on doors out in public. Too many germs. I'll put my hand under my shirt and pull the door open with it enough that I can pull it open with my leg, or I'll get a paper towel (if there are any) and pull it open with that and then throw that away, but touch the door? Uh no. I'll pass! I KNOW what goes on in places like that! (Just look at my blog from October 18th. THAT's enough to make EVERYONE who reads this turn to my way of thinking!
OK, so what else do I do? I'm very rhythmic and methodical. If I do something that involves tapping the table twice with the left hand, and the right hand is involved in this at all...I will then HAVE to tap the table twice with the right hand. That balances it out you see? That's my whole deal. Everything has to be EVEN or BALANCED. It makes me happy!
When I drive along in my car, if I'm on a sunny road and come to a shady part, I have to blink my eyes (at the same exact time) as we enter the shade, and again when we enter back into the sunshine. Somehow it equates to not stepping on the cracks cuz it'll break your mama's back or something like that. Weird! That's what you're all saying! It's true!
But I know I'm not alone!
There's a blog that I read regularly, and as I recall, he has a thing about how many steps there are going up to his front door...39? I think that's the magic number he came up with! And as I recall, it BOTHERS him a LOT that there's not 40! (Am I remembering this right Charlie?)
My sister has a thing where when she gets into bed, she sits down and both of her feet MUST come up off the floor at the exact same instant or she has to start over. She can't swing them into the bed unless this event happens!
I can't stop reading in the middle of a paragraph. I MUST read to the end of the chapter. It really bothers me if I don't! The whole well where was I? Have I read this page or not? Then you end up rereading shit you've already read! It wastes time! Throws me out of balance don't you see??!!
Know how you drum your fingers on the table when you're bored? I do that too. But when I do it, I have a ROUTINE for drumming. I must keep track of it too. All five fingers from left to right, only the first four from right to left. The middle three, ring finger to middle and just middle, then I do it in reverse, except for I do it opposite because that makes it be balanced! Index to middle. middle three, thumb and middle three and then all five. IF I should lose track of the order, I must start over!
Then there's meal time. I generally can't eat everything all together. I eat certain things in certain order. Rule Numero Uno is that I save whatever in my head is considered to be "BEST" "CHOICE" or the "PRIMO" part of the meal (usually whatever meat we're having) for last. You should always save the best for last! Eat the veggies first, or salad if you're having one. THEN you have your starch (potato noodles etc) then Breads or rolls and finally...the meat! People are constantly bugging me about the way I eat. I've done this for years! I did it in high school, and it really bothers people that I don't mix it up! I do on occasion, why it's ok then I don't know, but it happens! However, just so you know? I'm not to the extreme of not allowing my foods to touch each other, I'm not THAT much of a freak!
So do you have weird things you do? Maybe you don't tell people that you do them because then they'd KNOW. The truth would come out that you are by and far a weird-o! Well I do have weird things I do. I think that everyone has them, they just don't talk about them! Hmm...maybe that's what makes me weird! I will talk about them!
So what do I do that's so weird? Well one thing that's getting to be not as weird the more time goes by is that I won't touch bathroom sinks or the handles on doors out in public. Too many germs. I'll put my hand under my shirt and pull the door open with it enough that I can pull it open with my leg, or I'll get a paper towel (if there are any) and pull it open with that and then throw that away, but touch the door? Uh no. I'll pass! I KNOW what goes on in places like that! (Just look at my blog from October 18th. THAT's enough to make EVERYONE who reads this turn to my way of thinking!
OK, so what else do I do? I'm very rhythmic and methodical. If I do something that involves tapping the table twice with the left hand, and the right hand is involved in this at all...I will then HAVE to tap the table twice with the right hand. That balances it out you see? That's my whole deal. Everything has to be EVEN or BALANCED. It makes me happy!
When I drive along in my car, if I'm on a sunny road and come to a shady part, I have to blink my eyes (at the same exact time) as we enter the shade, and again when we enter back into the sunshine. Somehow it equates to not stepping on the cracks cuz it'll break your mama's back or something like that. Weird! That's what you're all saying! It's true!
But I know I'm not alone!
There's a blog that I read regularly, and as I recall, he has a thing about how many steps there are going up to his front door...39? I think that's the magic number he came up with! And as I recall, it BOTHERS him a LOT that there's not 40! (Am I remembering this right Charlie?)
My sister has a thing where when she gets into bed, she sits down and both of her feet MUST come up off the floor at the exact same instant or she has to start over. She can't swing them into the bed unless this event happens!
I can't stop reading in the middle of a paragraph. I MUST read to the end of the chapter. It really bothers me if I don't! The whole well where was I? Have I read this page or not? Then you end up rereading shit you've already read! It wastes time! Throws me out of balance don't you see??!!
Know how you drum your fingers on the table when you're bored? I do that too. But when I do it, I have a ROUTINE for drumming. I must keep track of it too. All five fingers from left to right, only the first four from right to left. The middle three, ring finger to middle and just middle, then I do it in reverse, except for I do it opposite because that makes it be balanced! Index to middle. middle three, thumb and middle three and then all five. IF I should lose track of the order, I must start over!
Then there's meal time. I generally can't eat everything all together. I eat certain things in certain order. Rule Numero Uno is that I save whatever in my head is considered to be "BEST" "CHOICE" or the "PRIMO" part of the meal (usually whatever meat we're having) for last. You should always save the best for last! Eat the veggies first, or salad if you're having one. THEN you have your starch (potato noodles etc) then Breads or rolls and finally...the meat! People are constantly bugging me about the way I eat. I've done this for years! I did it in high school, and it really bothers people that I don't mix it up! I do on occasion, why it's ok then I don't know, but it happens! However, just so you know? I'm not to the extreme of not allowing my foods to touch each other, I'm not THAT much of a freak!
Sunday, October 19, 2003
I have to pee!
I can have gone to the bathroom just before departing work for home, I can have gone five minutes ago, but as soon as I drive into my driveway and pull into the garage, I have to go. I think it might be a psychological thing, because it only seems to happen when I have a LOT of things to carry and I'm alone, and therefore have noone to help me with keys in the door.
So I get that feeling like I REALLY gotta pee and start to do the "dance" as I'm walking up to the door. Once I really get walking it goes away, but the second I stop walking I HAVE to pee! I'm squeezing as hard as I can and its working for me, but then when the key doesnt go right into the lock I panic and it gets really bad!
Usually I FINALLY get the key in and door open, but then my dog is there wagging and happy to see me. I THROW EVERYTHING in my arms into the tilt back chair and am running to the bathroom, all the while attempting to get AROUND the dog who only wants to be in FRONT of me to get some pets and to say hello after a long day without me!
While I'm getting around her I'm trying to get the button undone to my pants, or as the case may be, my skirt hiked up, because the SECOND I actually can lock my eyes on the toilet, the feeling I gotz to go TRIPLES!!
If at this point I don't have the pants half way down or skirt mostly up, I'm sunk! It's a sad sad day in the world of grownups when we foresee our old age and at the age of only 36, pee our pants!
(sigh) So how was your day?
So I get that feeling like I REALLY gotta pee and start to do the "dance" as I'm walking up to the door. Once I really get walking it goes away, but the second I stop walking I HAVE to pee! I'm squeezing as hard as I can and its working for me, but then when the key doesnt go right into the lock I panic and it gets really bad!
Usually I FINALLY get the key in and door open, but then my dog is there wagging and happy to see me. I THROW EVERYTHING in my arms into the tilt back chair and am running to the bathroom, all the while attempting to get AROUND the dog who only wants to be in FRONT of me to get some pets and to say hello after a long day without me!
While I'm getting around her I'm trying to get the button undone to my pants, or as the case may be, my skirt hiked up, because the SECOND I actually can lock my eyes on the toilet, the feeling I gotz to go TRIPLES!!
If at this point I don't have the pants half way down or skirt mostly up, I'm sunk! It's a sad sad day in the world of grownups when we foresee our old age and at the age of only 36, pee our pants!
(sigh) So how was your day?
