Another quirk

I hate feet.
Hate them.
They do, in fact, make me a little sick.
Other people's feet that is.
I'm okay with mine.
Well, I was okay with them until my freshman year in college. My roommate pointed out to me that my feet have a strange resemblance to Barney Rubble’s feet.
That may very well be. But I think you will all agree that hubby's are just a tad more disturbing (freakishly long and skinny) than my Barney toes.

Shitlergy

Shitlergy - an allergy to the smell of shit. Symptoms include gagging, covering nose, squinty eyes and in some cases vomiting.

We went to dinner last night at a well known place, Cheddars. They have huge margaritas and yummy spinach dip.
Well, I get out of the car and the smell of rotting shit immediately fills my nostrils. I cover my nose. No help. I walk fast to get inside. I say to Paige and Alan, "Do the people out here not smell this?".
It was bad.
We get inside. Ten minute wait.
More people come in. Shit smell hits us again.
I cover my nose once more.
So, we get seated, I have a huge margarita and spinach dip, two bites of my salad, ask for a to-go box, pay the bill and head out.
SHIT! ROTTING SHIT!
I gag. Almost lose my tasty dinner. I smell shit all the way home. It is like the odor is attached to me.
Ewww.
Seriously.
Worst post dinner experience ever.
EVER.

Electronically Challenged

I live in a house with Alan, the computer guy, so I am never at a loss as to how to work something electronic. He just knows. If it is electronic - he can work it. I realize that not everyone has an Alan in their house. Like my parents.
Who have sticky notes all over their DVD and Satellite box.
Each telling them what buttons to press when and for what function.
They have had this system well over a year.
Since I don't go home much, I don't really pay attention to that kind of stuff. And my sister and Alan are usually talking about their sticky notes. Me being oblivious and having an Alan to work my electronics thought they were joking.
But alas, they were not.
Monday afternoon we are all watching a cooking show and Big Sissy says something about their sticky notes. I give a little chuckle, and then happen to actually look at the DVD and Satellite box.
Little yellow sticky notes.
Everywhere.

Am I unsatisfied?

I have been doing some thinking, I know, scary stuff. But I am one of those people who needs a life plan. I don't necessarily need to meet any of the goals/deadlines. But I do in fact need to have the security of having the plan. So, I went to work reconstructing mine because, lets be honest, I have changed. I now want and think I need different things.
Alan doesn't like to participate in the conversations about the life plan. Alan is in fact a man who likes to take it month by month. I knew this about him. But every time it shows in his decision-making I am shocked once again being that I am so pro life plan.
So, in this time of introspection and deep thought I realized one thing about myself that has always been.
I'm waiting.
Waiting for the next thing to happen. Never not thinking about what I am doing as something I have to do in order to get to the next thing.
When I was six, I vividly remember being anxious all year because the next year I was getting my ears pierced.
At fourteen I couldn't wait till the next year so I could get my learner's permit and when I had that I was almost sick to my stomach with anticipation of being sixteen and legal to drive, alone.
My last year in high school was consumed with thoughts of college. College with graduation, graduation with getting married, getting married with honeymoon, etc.
And every year after my birthday I think, Ok, a couple more months till Halloween, then one month till thanksgiving, now only a few weeks till Christmas Eve, then Christmas, then New Years Eve.
"If I can just get through ______ then I can do ______ and then _______ can happen."
A never-ending cycle for me.
So maybe I am just unsatisfied.
But I heard somewhere that tons of people do this. They are always waiting.
Waiting for the next stage.
I do have fun in the present.
But I would like to live in the present more and not be so consumed with what is next.
Like Alan . . .

The other one

Not that the cats would know, but I feel bad putting a picture of one and not the other.
So this is Rosie.
This is what the bitch does all day. And this is why EVERYTHING I own has cat hair on it.

I thank God for lint brushes.

At home

Hubby and our youngest. We don't turn the heat on so the cats have taken to cuddling with us more.
Isn't that sweet.

Of course, Katara looks a tad wicked in this picture. Spawn of Satan perhaps . . .

Men in Women's Underwear

Hubby and I are watching t.v. last night.
Having a fine time. A commercial comes on.
Seems normal. Nice background music.
BAM!
It is a tampon ad.
This infuriates hubby.
"UGH!"
"Why do they have to sneak up on you like that" he said.

This is why I am laughing today.

My confession

*cough* *cough*
My car is not inspected.
There.
I said it. I haven't gone. Don't ask me why.
There are so many excuses I could use.
Let's just accept the fact that I am lazy and move on.
Having said that, my pseudo boss and I are playing a fun game today.
We have taken to seeing how many different names I can call him without repeating any of them.
The list so far:
Rusty (his name)
Bitch
G Funk
Darling
Wusty
Dude
Dipshit
Mr. Duck
Somebody
Smacky Smackerson
Mr. Smacky
Crap Weasel
Cry Baby
Crap bag
Sicko
Buzz Lightyear
Buzz
Rusty Rusty
Mr. Particular
Mr. I don't listen to anybody I just do what I want to do
Nasty

Lots of Misters, I know, but they add so much to a name I think.

Catharsis

Do you ever have those days when you are insanely giddy and happy and for absolutely no reason?
That is me today.
I feel as if I may be high.
Rest assured, I am not.
But I feel crazy today.
I have been laughing and joking with everyone from work, singing and dancing.
In general, quite enjoying life.

Perhaps that is my reward for having to live with. . . . . . . . . the other stuff.

Office Pool

It is a joke around the office that working here makes you pregnant. I replaced a ladie who had a baby last January and she is pregnant again. Plus, another girl I work with is expecting her little one any day.
We decided today to place bets on her delivery date.
You can buy a day for five dollars. I am in charge of keeping the money.
Of course, we gave mommy-to-be a free day.

I feel like I am surrounded by babies and baby related things.

Waiting

Just seven more weeks.
Seven short weeks from today I will wake up at 5 a.m. to get on a plane and leave this tiny ass town.
Forty-nine days.
That is all that separates me from drunkenness with a fabulous friend in a different state.

Getting a little scared to fly.

Ice Day!!

My boss called me right after I had got out of the shower this morning.
Towel still on my head and feet freezing I answered the phone.
He says I don't have to come into work till around ten due to the ice on the roads.
Yes!
I love ice days.

4

That is the number of ornaments found on the floor this morning.
This has to be the only time of the year I have hateful feelings toward my cats.
Stop getting into the tree. Stop playing with the ornaments. Stop climbing over the packages and trying to move them with your claws.
And stop eating fake pine needles. They will, every time, make you throw up.

They are adorable with their guilty expressions though.

Holiday Pastime

We decorated the Christmas tree last night.
It is magical looking.
My favorite thing is popping popcorn, getting a diet coke (or glass of wine, depending . . .), turning off all the lights except for the tree's, grabbing the chess board and having an intense game with hubby.
We wrap ourselves in sweatshirts or blankets because we never turn on the heat and we leave the windows open.
We smack talk each other for hours while sitting in front of our magical Christmas tree.
Our shortest game was like an hour and half. And I'm pretty sure he cheated that time.
This was our favorite holiday pastime until last year.
Then we got a roommate and demanding jobs.
It is a rare occasion to do that now days. He is always busy with work and I am always tired or don't feel like being awake till two in the morning.
Oh to be young and in school again.

Blurb

I don't know why. But I am missing my family extra this week.
All I want to do is lay on the couch with my head on my mom's leg, have her play with my hair and rub my arm while we watch An Affair to Remember.
When it's over, she'll make her homemade malt thingy and I'll drool with anticipation.
We'll eat it outside by the fire pit in the dark. And we will laugh about nothing.
Then the next morning, I'll wake up to pancakes.
My dad will have the funnies set aside for me and coffee left in the pot.
He will then show me how the Aggies are doing sports wise. I'll ask what else is going on in the world. He will tell me.
When he leaves to "clean up", Mom and I will talk about how we slept and what we want to do that day.
We will all go to a movie.
Then when we get back I will pack my bags and load up my car.
My heart will hurt again. Much like it does now.