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Been Outta Touch
Hey Ya’ll Out There!
Sorry it’s been so long since I blogged (husband says that’s not what I am supposed to call it, but I am writing it anyway. I am a rebel. I loner.)
Guess I holed myself up for the winter, and now I am done hibernating. Wish I could announce some wild plans that had been keeping me busy, but alas non. No eagle hunting in the Inner or Outer Mongolia or anything. Just laziness.
This spring/summer I am looking forward to: going to minor league baseball games (Go Looks!), being in the yard (if only I wasn’t so tasty to the mosquitoes), Strawberry Festival in Dayton, and re-doing our bathroom.
Our bathroom is one of two rooms that have hardly been touched since we moved in. We gutted the kitchen, tore down mounds of wallpaper, and painted every room except the bath & laundry. Now finally we’ll tackle the bathroom. Keep in mind we have an old house and the previous owners, while nice, thought they were great handy-people. You can see from the pictures how much work needs to be done. I don’t think it has changed since the 1950’s, after being built around 1930. My favorite is how you break your kneecaps in order to use the facilities. And I am really short, so I feel for anyone who lived here before me over 5′2″.
This bathroom has the worst layout I have ever seen. I wish we could be in an ugliest bathroom contest or something. The colors are good, it’s just the plastic fake tiles and screwiness that throw me. Don’t they have a show called fix my bathroom please somewhere?
Wish us luck. I have it all up in my head, and my poor husband will have to bring the ideas to fruition. Plus we’ll have to stay somewhere else for a couple of days. We will probably need some bandages.
Vote, Voting, Voted
Voting is just something I have always done since I could. When I first went to vote, it was a primary, and the volunteers thought I was just there with my mom. I absentee voted in college, and re-registered whenever I moved after that.
When I started working at the blood center, I found out that there is a tie between people who vote and people who volunteer donate blood. Apparently civic duty is tied to volunteerism.
I just feel like if you don’t vote, then you can complain, and I like to complain! But I am getting really sick of all the campaigning, especially the negative ads.
I already know who I’m voting for, and will probably try to early vote, but my husband has a theory that if we do that then someone will get caught (with a prostitute or something, a la Gary Hart) and we will have already cast our vote. So maybe I’ll wait for the actual day. It’s coming up fast!
411 is written on my forehead
Apparently I am a very approachable person. I am the one at the grocery store who people will talk to. These are random people, not people I have ever met before. I guess I actually smile, or look people in the eye, so they think I am a nice person. But in my head I am going “don’t talk to me, please!”
I was most outgoing for superlatives my senior year of high school. This is all an act. I am really a shy person, who forces herself to talk to people, and act nice. Or loud or weird. That is how I get through a lot of situations. Just act like you really don’t care, and people think I am so outgoing!
I sing and dance in the aisels of our neighborhood grocery, sometimes just because I am there everyday, and it’s like an extension of my safe zone so I forget other people are there, and sometimes to embarrass my husband or step-son, and sometimes because I really don’t care. I have heard people snicker at me when I am singing along with the elevator music in the store.
My husband says no matter where we go I always know someone. We can’t really go out without me saying hi to people. I meet a bunch of people through work. I can’t help but remember their names, and personal things, like “is their cat okay from when I saw them at the vets?” or ”how did they like that stew recipe in the paper?” Sometimes I can’t remember anything but that I know them, and to ignore them is rude, so I say hi and it comes to me either while I’m talking to them, or right after, why I know that person. So between all the strangers I meet in stores, and people we bump in to at stores, I am amazed we get any shopping done at all!
People think I know where things are a lot in stores. I don’t dress like I work there, but I get questions like, “where is the bathroom?” “do you know what aisle marshmallows are on?” or “where is the sale rack?” Do I look like a Target person? Why would a lady with a purse on her shoulder and no vest know where anything was in a store? Plus I will have a buggy, and a husband with me! When I shop I look for actual people who work there, and usually ask them first “Do you work here?” Just in case they have a fetish for colored vests.
So I must subliminally have 411 on my head, and it disappears when I look in a mirror. And I really don’t shop that much, so I’m not a regular anywhere, except at the grocery, where I do know many of the first names of the people that work there.
So if you need help at a store, just look for that crazy nice lady. I’m the one singing or humming or whistling uncontrollably. I look approachable, so it’s probably safe to ask me a question. And the scary thing is I will help you find those marshmallows.
Cat vs. Dog
I love all animals. It pains me to see any animal hurt, or dead on the road. Unfortunately I see it a lot where we live.
At our house we have 2 cats and 2 dogs. My step-son also has a pet python, but he doesn’t live with us. I’d let the snake live here, but I am not sure how long he would survive in our household.
A debate occurs often between my husband and I on which is better, cats or dogs. I am for both, but lean towards the feline candidate. Scott is definitely all pro-dog. He calls the cats vermin.
A huge part of the discussion revolves around which butt of the animal is the worst. Scott hates that the cats show their butts proudly. Trust me, I see plently of dog butt around here too, but it just doesn’t bother me. Scott seems to think cat butt is worse than dog butt.
And when it comes to who cleans out the litter box, it is always me. Scott cleans up the yard after the dogs. It is – to me anyway – way worse to have to clean up a whole yard, but not to Scott.
Scott will tolerate the cats, and I think secretly like them sometimes. Just don’t make him look at their tails!
He thinks they are on a secret mission to drive him nuts. They rub his legs when he gets out of the shower, talk incessantly, and weave a path down the hall just when he is trying to get by. And they love to jump on the kitchen counters. They shed to bother him, and it is the bane of his existence when they knead dough.
Of course all my fur children are angels, so I think they never do anything bad. Especially when one dog ate the arms off the couch, or they bark in the middle of the night, or have an “accident” on the carpet. Or if anyone throws up! Perfect little angels.
Just ask Scott the next time one of the dogs barks at the wind. Angels!
