My food cannot touch each other on my plate. It grosses me the fuck out.
People who call and don't leave voice mails, but expect you to call them back anyway. People who call and keep calling until you answer rather than leave a message. Both of these things makes me stabby. Quickly.
I talk to myself and make funny noises when I'm really engrossed in a task.
Post by basilosaurus on May 29, 2012 15:51:25 GMT -5
Oh, good luck in S FL, dylanite. Signalling is a surefire way to close the gap you were attempting to fill. Your only chance of getting in is to avoid a signal and merge as quickly as you can. It's like a signal is their sign that they're not following close enough, so they'd better speed up and prevent anyone else from getting ahead.
I'm not that visibly crazy. I think if people knew what was in my head, they might look askance. Like, I fidget, but my fidgeting has to be even. So, I'll tap out a small tune with my fingers (and I translate words and phrases to tunes), but then I have to reverse it so each finger gets tapped equally, and then I have to make sure both hands are doing a mirror image, and then more patterns emerge to make things even. I don't even notice I'm doing this until someone asks why I'm tapping away. I mumble a half-answer b/c they don't need to know how much subconscious thought apparently gets wasted on this.
NO! I still want to, but my partner decided to get divorced right before we were going to launch, and I wasn't ready to commit to it being just me and she couldn't commit. I think I am actually going to try and get it going by the start of school this year (I figure back to school/new season) is a good time to do it.
Her divorce stuff is slowing down so she might be able to help me some now. If not, though, I've talked to a few other friends who are into it and they are willing to contribute. I just wanted it to fit what we had planned but couldn't commit to blogging daily.
Ahhh, gotcha. Well when it gets going make sure to whore out the link here
In college I completely lost.my.shit when I walked in and saw my roommate using my sewing scissors to cut duct tape. She was terrified. I realized then that I was being crazy and have calmed down a lot.
I am still a judgmental bitch about baby names though. I have 2, soon to be 3, nieces who thank god all have passable names.
In college I completely lost.my.shit when I walked in and saw my roommate using my sewing scissors to cut duct tape. She was terrified. I realized then that I was being crazy and have calmed down a lot.
This is not crazy. NOT CRAZY. H wanted to use mine to cut the tag off his new boots. I nearly cut him
In restaurants, I don't turn high chairs upside down and put the infant car seat in them - ever. Nor will I let servers do it. Did it once, bumped the chair myself and almost knocked my ten-day-old onto the floor. Not fucking happening again.
You'd think that would be NBD and no one would care, but I've had two servers (last one was on Mother's Day, no less) actually argue with me over this. um, no. Other parents can do what they want, but my kid, my rules, deal with it.
But then again, I might be a little sensitive because a three-month-old local to me died the same day after falling while in his car seat.
In restaurants, I don't turn high chairs upside down and put the infant car seat in them - ever. Nor will I let servers do it. Did it once, bumped the chair myself and almost knocked my ten-day-old onto the floor. Not fucking happening again.
You'd think that would be NBD and no one would care, but I've had two servers (last one was on Mother's Day, no less) actually argue with me over this. um, no. Other parents can do what they want, but my kid, my rules.
But then again, I might be a little sensitive because a three-month-old local to me died the same day after falling while in his car seat.
Dude. I'm not a parent but as a former hostess and server, I can honestly say I never let anyone do that. To me, its common sense that if you have something with a smaller base and a wider top that happens to be top heavy, that thing is going to tip over if you even look at it the wrong way. The restaurant I worked at was really good about making sure people didn't do that (we had the fold open sling type things for carseats to rest in instead) but apparently others are not.
In restaurants, I don't turn high chairs upside down and put the infant car seat in them - ever. Nor will I let servers do it. Did it once, bumped the chair myself and almost knocked my ten-day-old onto the floor. Not fucking happening again.
You'd think that would be NBD and no one would care, but I've had two servers (last one was on Mother's Day, no less) actually argue with me over this. um, no. Other parents can do what they want, but my kid, my rules.
But then again, I might be a little sensitive because a three-month-old local to me died the same day after falling while in his car seat.
Dude. I'm not a parent but as a former hostess and server, I can honestly say I never let anyone do that. To me, its common sense that if you have something with a smaller base and a wider top that happens to be top heavy, that thing is going to tip over if you even look at it the wrong way. The restaurant I worked at was really good about making sure people didn't do that (we had the fold open sling type things for carseats to rest in instead) but apparently others are not.
I wish I knew more restaurants like this! The first time a sever argued with me was in the same place where I almost knocked DD onto the floor, on the next visit. I asked for a standard chair to put the seat on (no booths in this joint) She shoes up with a high chair, I tell her "No, I need a regular chair please". She assumes i dont get it, says "Just let me shiw you how" and proceeds to demonstrate by flipping the thing over and demanding I put the seat in it.
On Mother's Day, we didn't even bring the seat inside; we just asked for a high chair. Couldn't get the straps on so I ask server for help. Rather than admit he didn't know how, he proposes we go to the car (in the rain), get the seat and put it in the inverted chair. I say no. He proceeds to propose this TWICE MORE in the next ten minutes. I had a little chat with his manager after lunch.
I'm also the crazy Black American lady at the park. I scaled the slide in 0.2 secs last week to snatch up some kids. DD wanted to go down the slide and 2 girls were blocking it. I told her to say "excuse me". They said "no" and giggled. I told her to push past them but they were stronger and she couldn't break though. I told them to let her go by and one of those little heifers looked me up and down, rolled her eyes and said "no" and giggled again. My Madea came out like the Hulk. I was embarrassed afterwards but I can't take ridiculous shenanigans like that.
In college I completely lost.my.shit when I walked in and saw my roommate using my sewing scissors to cut duct tape. She was terrified. I realized then that I was being crazy and have calmed down a lot.
This is not crazy. NOT CRAZY. H wanted to use mine to cut the tag off his new boots. I nearly cut him
I hate socks and will not wear them between april and october. This is mostly because I have an obsession with pulling my little toe away from my other toes. I buy sandals based on my ability to hook my little toe away from the others without removing them. Further, I will not hesitate to pull your pinky toe if I notice it being squished up against the rest of your toes. LET YOUR PINKY TOE BE FREEEEEEEE!
Oh, good luck in S FL, dylanite. Signalling is a surefire way to close the gap you were attempting to fill. Your only chance of getting in is to avoid a signal and merge as quickly as you can. It's like a signal is their sign that they're not following close enough, so they'd better speed up and prevent anyone else from getting ahead.
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I will never be in S Florida. This is reason #635.
I am pretty sure all the people in our neighborhood think I am the crazy dog lady. I get up to take Ms. Leah out in the morning, and since we dont have a backyard, I have to leash her up and walk her to a grassy area. So I am no bra, pjs, messed up hair, saying "Go Potty. Please go potty. No! Stop smelling that! Go potty!Yay! Good potty!"
I also deal with sadness/uncomfortable situations/stress/anxiety with humor. Which can seem insane and completely innapropriate.
I am pretty sure all the people in our neighborhood think I am the crazy dog lady. I get up to take Ms. Leah out in the morning, and since we dont have a backyard, I have to leash her up and walk her to a grassy area. So I am no bra, pjs, messed up hair, saying "Go Potty. Please go potty. No! Stop smelling that! Go potty!Yay! Good potty!"
I also deal with sadness/uncomfortable situations/stress/anxiety with humor. Which can seem insane and completely innapropriate.
You mean like the time I spent most of my friend's little brother's funeral cracking jokes under my breath to another friend? I couldn't stop. I tried. Couldn't. We were at least well out of earshot of the immediate family...but the second my friend walked over to us after they lowed the coffin I'm pretty sure I said something ridiculous.
OF course she's known me since 5th grade, so she just laughed and hugged me. But I'm sure the members of her extended family who may have overheard thought I was awful.
Oh...or the time I caught a ride from Baltimore to pittsburgh with a friend of a friend and her fiance and they got into a giant fight? I spent 3 hours in the backseat of their car interjecting humorous comments into their argument. It was a nearly out of body experience - I kept yelling at myself in my head to shut.the.fuck.up but my mouth just kept going.
Oh! Or the time MH hit his friend's parent's dog with his car (he was pulling around the corner to their house and the dog dashed out in front of him. It was snowing and he couldn't stop in time. The dog fractured her tail and was wailing like she was dying.). I do not remember what in the world I said, but his parents still don't like me. They're assholes though, so this is not a huge loss.
I also deal with sadness/uncomfortable situations/stress/anxiety with humor. Which can seem insane and completely innapropriate.
This is me to the nth degree. I cannot resist humor when I get uncomfortable, and my first response to nearly anything is a snarky comment. I mean no harm or insult; it's just where my head goes when things get heavy because the serious makes me squirm.
Did you see my big reveal on here recently to reeve about my sense of humor in dark situations? Apparently he has always assumed that I was serious with my incredibly inappropriate comments. I can't begin to imagine what a horrible person he thought I was.
Oh...or the time I caught a ride from Baltimore to pittsburgh with a friend of a friend and her fiance and they got into a giant fight? I spent 3 hours in the backseat of their car interjecting humorous comments into their argument. It was a nearly out of body experience - I kept yelling at myself in my head to shut.the.fuck.up but my mouth just kept going.
I wish I could have seen this! It sounds hilarious.
Oh...or the time I caught a ride from Baltimore to pittsburgh with a friend of a friend and her fiance and they got into a giant fight? I spent 3 hours in the backseat of their car interjecting humorous comments into their argument. It was a nearly out of body experience - I kept yelling at myself in my head to shut.the.fuck.up but my mouth just kept going.
I wish I could have seen this! It sounds hilarious.
LOL, luckily the friend of a friend has a really good sense of humor. She mentioned that episode the last time I saw her and we got a good laugh out of it.
Post by lyssbobiss, Command, B613 on May 29, 2012 20:46:50 GMT -5
I practice conversations in my head all the time. And at go time, I usually get stage fright.
I cannot play cards with you when they are not all facing the same direction. I mean, obviously like they're all face-down or whatever but if there's some sort of pattern on the back, it has to match. Otherwise we won't get anywhere.
Also, count me in with you all who deal with bad situations with humor. But usually my jokes aren't funny to anyone but me. Just inappropriate. Probably because I practiced them earlier in the shower.
"This prick is asking for someone here to bring him to task Somebody give me some dirt on this vacuous mass so we can at last unmask him I'll pull the trigger on it, someone load the gun and cock it While we were all watching, he got Washington in his pocket."
I giggle when in physical confrontations or doing something physically strenuous and my body's about to give out. ...like pushups. Giggles. I don't even know I'm doing it. Running doesn't give me giggles only because I can't breath. People keep misunderstanding and think I'm laughing at them instead of myself. I only deal with nervous physical situations this way, otherwise I talk it out.
I can't lie without smiling or immediately confessing if the person doesn't see the smile and know it's a lie. It's a problem when we play "bullshit" (the card drinking game where you lie), but I get drunk the fastest. WIN!
I have irrational hate for Sandra Bullock and Gwyneth Paltrow. I really would rejoice if they both died tonight... or last week.... in horrible ways like miami zombie attack. I don't know why.... The thought makes me laugh out loud.
I gasp or screech a little when I see a kid fall or otherwise hurt themselves. I'm often the only one that reacts. Everyone else just silently watches the kid get up then asks if he's ok. I try to be still, but I usually react before realizing it when I get a surprise like that. Parents have told me it encourages them to cry instead of get up and go on if they get a cue that it might or should hurt.
Living in Manhattan on 9/11 has gifted me a healthy fear of terrorist attacks to a degree that I'm too embarrassed to share here even here. It's a wonder that I fly and take public transport. I'm surprised I can even leave my house.
Being from Illinois I have a crazy fear or tornados. If there is a bad storm, I'm probably looking for funnel clouds.
If I see a cockroach in anyone's home, I may leave the premises for several days. I grew up with cockroaches and rats in our homes and I will NEVER go back.
If I see a cockroach in anyone's home, I may leave the premises for several days. I grew up with cockroaches and rats in our homes and I will NEVER go back.
Ditto on the roaches and never going back. I have one friend with bugs in the house. I try not to shake my shoes out as I'm leaving where they can see me.
I also have an irrational fear of crickets. Crickets have chased me into traffic before. June bugs and those hideous giant black water beetles freak me out as well.
I hate portopotties. I've used one once at a concert, never before and never since. You don't know how seriously I contemplated public urination to avoid it. I've made people drive me miles away from lake parties to go pee in a bathroom.