death and dying
You’ve heard of “Death by chocolate” and “Death by lethal injection” but have you heard of “Death by incessant beverage stirring”? Evidently that’s my sentence. I hope the end comes soon.
Seriously, it’s adding an irrationally angry edge to my day. Know why? Because I can’t say anything. Pretty sure I’d get a talking-to if I were to yell across the cubicle sea to someone, OMGYOUMUSTSTOPSTIRRINGRIGHTTHISVERYMINUTE!! HOW DARE YOU STIR YOUR COCOA RIGHT THERE AT YOUR DESK?!
framed
My handsome boy in what, I’m sure, will be the first of many sets of glasses frames.
quirks
my friend dbs asked me one time if i had any quirks or compulsive behavior that was completely unintentional. potentially embarrassing. i think he was already aware (from posts on ye olde blog) of the hairbrush and pop bottlecap issues but i thought of another one a few weeks ago when i was driving to work.
scholls ferry road meanders through several counties on its way to sylvan hill. driving along the stretch that goes from beaverton-hillsdale hwy to sylvan, it’s pretty darkly wooded and has some great twists and turns.
i’ve been driving this road since i got my driver’s license in 1986. not long after getting my license, i started working at a dry cleaners. there was a man who picked up the laundry a few days a week and though i was slightly afraid of him, i enjoyed hearing his grisly stories about motorcycle accidents (he had a prosthetic leg) and places he’d been. in our conversations, he always tried to talk me into entering cross-country road races with the MGB convertible (mom’s) i drove.
i never actually considered racing as a hobby or career but those conversations must have had some impact because ever since then, when i drive along that serpentine stretch of road, i always *always* pretend i’m in a road race. i’m talking goggles-on-and-scarf-flying-in-the-wind kind of pretending. i know the curves so well that i can accelerate when other people brake. i’m not at all reckless but very focused and controlled. it was only recently, maybe a few weeks ago, that another car passed me.
in my mind, anyway, i’m invincible. but the point i’m trying to make here is that i do it every. single. time. i drive that length of scholls ferry road. occasionally i’m a passenger in the car and it feels really queer.
so…who else is weird?! come on. don’t be shy!
FYI, my second least favorite grooming task that people do at work? LINT BRUSHING. oh dear god. please make it stop.
two of my favorite things
1. cartoon drunks, with their red noses, hiccups and slurred renditions of “how dry i am”
2. the fact that my best friend had to explain something with the following: “…I don’t know many (any?) circus performers.”
here we go again.
i had a blog. i deleted it because i couldn’t identify with it anymore. all told, i think i’ve done that five times. and now, as is typical with me, i’m ready to start over. i know, i’m even annoying myself!
as you all know, i won’t be updating this every day. i’ll be lucky if i do it once a week, to be honest, but i’m feeling chatty again.
did i tell you we got a dog?
EAR!
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