You told me once I made you smile
But we both know damn well I didn't
how ocd exactly do you have to be to actually have a keychain specifically designed to carry a small bottle of purel? i mean, my wife carries a bottle of purel in her purse for the occasions when we might've been handling something particularly heinous, but to have one at the ready every time you pull your keys from your pocket? and i am a little ocd myself, i will readily admit, though not when it comes to germs, o my beloved non-existants. and furthermore, i have seen some horrendous keychain travesties, but this one took the cake. i had this mom sized up for a type-a personality uptight busybody a long time ago, though, so no big shocker there.
it should be noted, and i might've mentioned this before, i don't have anything against uptight busybodies, per se. but being an extreme type-b personality, and a bit of a live and let live kinda fella, i don't tend to hang with the busybody people cause they have a knack for annoying me and getting my dander up. however, if we didn't have type-a's, seems likely little would get done, so i am glad to have them around.
how come no one ever says: keep 'em comin anymore? i have never been in a bar and heard someone order a whiskey on the rocks and say, "keep em comin." is this the kind of thing that only certifiable sots are allowed to say? or perhaps only if you are having a george-bailey-needs-clarence-the-angel kinda day? i think next time i am in a bar, i am just gonna order a tom collins and say, "keep 'em comin'." i might even throw in a "barkeep" for good measure.
the plans with florida continue, though at a slug(embedded in molasses crawling uphill in january)'s pace. we've been waiting for a few different things to get approved first, most recently, the kids' medical stuff. we have to make sure that the surrounding area has the specialists they need that take our military insurance. because the people in charge of this at our receiving base in florida are all kinda new to the job, they denied us initially. needless to say, we were a bit put-out. (using my trademark sardonic understatement there.)
but calls were made, emails sent, everyone "rallied round the forces" and it was discovered that the specialists needed are in the area, and do indeed take our insurance, and our move is back on. now we are waiting on a few other things.
they aren't fucking kidding when they make the military/hurry up and wait joke.
that's really about all that is going on right now. we are caught in this kinda limbo where we know we are leaving and even where to, but not when, and so we aren't really here, and on the flip side, we aren't really there, and it couldn't even really be said that we are in-between, cause that would mean we were actually travelling from here to there.
but thanks for playing along.
darth sardonic
how ocd exactly do you have to be to actually have a keychain specifically designed to carry a small bottle of purel? i mean, my wife carries a bottle of purel in her purse for the occasions when we might've been handling something particularly heinous, but to have one at the ready every time you pull your keys from your pocket? and i am a little ocd myself, i will readily admit, though not when it comes to germs, o my beloved non-existants. and furthermore, i have seen some horrendous keychain travesties, but this one took the cake. i had this mom sized up for a type-a personality uptight busybody a long time ago, though, so no big shocker there.
it should be noted, and i might've mentioned this before, i don't have anything against uptight busybodies, per se. but being an extreme type-b personality, and a bit of a live and let live kinda fella, i don't tend to hang with the busybody people cause they have a knack for annoying me and getting my dander up. however, if we didn't have type-a's, seems likely little would get done, so i am glad to have them around.
how come no one ever says: keep 'em comin anymore? i have never been in a bar and heard someone order a whiskey on the rocks and say, "keep em comin." is this the kind of thing that only certifiable sots are allowed to say? or perhaps only if you are having a george-bailey-needs-clarence-the-angel kinda day? i think next time i am in a bar, i am just gonna order a tom collins and say, "keep 'em comin'." i might even throw in a "barkeep" for good measure.
the plans with florida continue, though at a slug(embedded in molasses crawling uphill in january)'s pace. we've been waiting for a few different things to get approved first, most recently, the kids' medical stuff. we have to make sure that the surrounding area has the specialists they need that take our military insurance. because the people in charge of this at our receiving base in florida are all kinda new to the job, they denied us initially. needless to say, we were a bit put-out. (using my trademark sardonic understatement there.)
but calls were made, emails sent, everyone "rallied round the forces" and it was discovered that the specialists needed are in the area, and do indeed take our insurance, and our move is back on. now we are waiting on a few other things.
they aren't fucking kidding when they make the military/hurry up and wait joke.
that's really about all that is going on right now. we are caught in this kinda limbo where we know we are leaving and even where to, but not when, and so we aren't really here, and on the flip side, we aren't really there, and it couldn't even really be said that we are in-between, cause that would mean we were actually travelling from here to there.
but thanks for playing along.
darth sardonic
Labels: alkaline trio, florida, i'm a lazy sod, ranting is good for the heart
5 Comments:
Limbo, huh? Well, say hi to Dante for me.
Hmmm, sorry about the limbo thing, but I still say you're gonna love Florida. If we weren't so engrained here, I'd persuade hubs to move back there -- alone -- just kidding.
Anyway, I'm not exactly ocd but I do carry Purell in my purse, and I'm down with the keychain idea. Could use it at work especially; I try not to touch certain surfaces there with my bare hands.
Thanks for staying in touch. And yes, I'm still blogging. Not quite ready to give it up yet.
Later
krissie, i will kick dante's ass, that pretentious bastard. lol.
queeny, yeah, we can't wait for florida. as for the purel idea, yeah, i just can't imagine me needing it on a keychain. i am completely nonplussed when it comes to germs. glad you are still blogging.
I think keep em coming barkeep works in the west. I've always wanted to walk in a place and say "I'll have the usual." Man I love that song.
lol, exactly z, and "keep em comin" is an alkaline trio song that i rather like alot. so many songs about drinking...
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