Not Quite Set » quirks

Naked time.…

amanda — Wed, 23 Jun 2010 03:23:33 +0000

As a born again YWCA member (actually I was a member of the YMCA before but I don’t think it really matters, a Y is a Y to me) I have been trying to get accustomed to locker room etiquette again. I see the “no cellular phone” signs everywhere and obey them, at first I didn’t understand then I remembered picture phones and Twitter and started hyperventilating. I make sure and dry off my feet so I don’t leave slippery trails of death throughout he area. I try to pick a locker not in the middle of a bunch of taken lockers, it may not be a rule but it should be.

My only real issue, and I wouldn’t call it an issue so much as a curiosity, is what is with the excessive nudity? I get it, you change clothes, you switch to a swim suit, you shower, all of these things require being naked at some point and that’s not a big deal but I don’t get why everything has to be naked with some people. The long leisurely public shower? What is relaxing about this? I have definitely hopped onto the scale in the buff for maximum results but brushing your teeth, drying your hair and just kind of wandering around naked for twenty minutes I just don’t get.

I really don’t consider myself a prude and I’m certainly not embarrassed at seeing other women naked but it just seems a little odd. I had to walk by the gal taking the uber shower three times tonight and each time she smiled politely. I guess it’s no big thing, I’m just too self conscious. I am, however, a big advocate of not wearing my glasses in the locker room. The fuzzy soft edged shapes i see seem way less intrusive and quite flattering. They might not want the privacy, but I like to think that they would do me the same courtesy…

Cough injuries…

amanda — Tue, 15 Jun 2010 03:59:30 +0000

You know that thing you get when you cough too much and the bottom of your tongue hurts because every time you cough you stick your tongue out a little and it just gets over worked and sore? Or maybe you don’t…

I have that thing right now…

I could have bigger problems…

amanda — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 02:50:50 +0000

Why is it that every time I need a couple Tums I always grab, chew, and then realize I got the nasty banana flavor. I mean really, my tummy was obviously no good before and now I have to deal with nasty banana flavor? I’ve got to start checking out the colors first…

Scary thought…

amanda — Tue, 11 May 2010 00:08:22 +0000

I can read Goodnight Moon now without even thinking, this probably why when as I was reading it tonight I noticed the slippers sitting beside the baby bunnies bed. My thoughts wandered…
A nice little twist would be for the bunny to have people slippers. Then I began to think about the first bunny slippers. I’m sure they were inspired not so much by the cuteness but more by the softness that is bunny fur…it’s the gooey interior that would throw you off…
I began to wonder if the cave man inventors of bunny slippers just turned them inside out so that the cuddly part was in the right place. I imagined that they could just treat the bunny innards to make then leathery and not so slippery, as well as keeping then bunny gut goo out of the nice clean cave…
The images then made me go ewwww gross and I tried to change my train of thought. Unfortunately it then went to the previously mentioned people slippers…

About an hour…

amanda — Wed, 07 Apr 2010 01:03:11 +0000

Even if I’m dead tired it takes me awhile; as in walked around, worked out, didn’t sleep the night before, dead tired, it takes me about an hour at least to fall asleep. I’m afraid I have passed this little quirk onto my son.

He didn’t fight books, p.j.‘s or crawling into bed. He was prepared with hugs and a monkey and weasel. His nuk handle firmly tucked under his nose as it should be, he giggled a little when I tucked him in. That was a bit less than an hour ago. Since then we have heard his little mutterings, his loud squeaks, laughs and the occasional cough.

It’s always tempting to go in and check on him, just to make sure he’s ok, but we know at this point it’s not a great idea.

Like me, if you disturb him in his almost sleeping stage there is the possibility of him waking up fully and being quite irritated that you screwed up his mojo. So I give him about two more minutes before I’m betting the singing and peeping stops.

It’s funny what you see of yourself in your children. Between his sleep patterns, love of mustard, and desire to walk balance beam style on every raised curb or garden wall I have no doubt that although he looks just like his father he does have quite a bit of me in him as well.

Hindsite…

amanda — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 02:57:55 +0000

It is obvious that I didn’t realize that I would be sharing my feather duvet with a 6’4, 200lb man. I would have gotten the King size.

Somebody smack me…

amanda — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 01:17:16 +0000

There’s a scene in the movie Clue (a personal favorite garbage brain movie) where this woman is screaming hysterically, uncontrollably, being completely irrational. She is met by a quick slap in the face and abruptly stops. Everyone looks at the smacker and his response is “I had to stop her from screaming.”

I’m not sure why it comes to mind, but for some reason today it just seemed to fit. A good amount of conversation today was devoted to Sesame Street. Yes, Sesame Street. Why it’s good, how long it’s been around, where I can stream it, when it’s on, if it would be good for Ijah or not all sorts of Sesame Street miscellanea. Now I can be a rational person. I’m rational most of the time. But today, the mention of Ijah probably benefiting from watching Sesame Street sent me into an internal emotional freak out of “Clue” like proportions.

What, is he behind? Do people think he’s stupid? Am I doing a bad job? Why can’t I teach him things? Why don’t other people think I’m teaching him things? Will it help him talk? Am I not doing enough educational things? What if he doesn’t like it? What if it’s bad for him? Have I been wronging him in some way by not letting him watch programs like these? Why do people think that a show would be better for him than what I do with him?

Basically an insert your most ridiculous reaction to Sesame Street here sort of scenario. It was really absurd that it was bothering me. I KNOW that half of the reason anyone would even recommend it was to maybe try to get ME a break from having to feel like I am constantly interacting.

I needed a good smack. An “I had to stop her from being an idiot!” sort of smack.

Luckily I took care of it myself. This is it, my smack in text.

Sesame Street can be fun for kids, and educational, and introducing Elijah to it has no bearing on my ability to be a good Mom to him, or raise an intelligent child. He will not turn into a TV zombie because of an hour of Sesame Street.

*Smack*

Why not?…

amanda — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 01:12:29 +0000

Me: “They should make toilet recliners.”

Sherman: “No…they shouldn’t”

Just one of the conversations that happens around our house…

47…

amanda — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 22:35:01 +0000

I’m putting this up for Sherman. Because he loves fonts. Not all fonts, just good fonts. So here’s a little font porn for him because I know he digs my numbers on here.

0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144…

If you don’t know what this is you should. It’s beauty.

And for good measure…

01001001001000000110110001101111011101100

11001010010000001111001011011110111010100

10000001101101011011110111001001100101001

00000011011100110111100100000011000100110

000101100011011010110111001100101110

I think it’s the beeping…

amanda — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 04:51:52 +0000

There are these little quirks I have, these not quite phobias. I often try to face them, the ones that I can. I shower with the lights off, I walk out of the boiler room without looking back over my shoulder, I use porta-pots. All of these things I at one point dreaded but with time I was able to over come.

But today I gave up on Cub.

I know it’s just a grocery store. It’s one of the more popular ones in Minnesota. I just can’t stand it. I walk in and get edgy. All focus is lost. The simple list of things that I wanted flies out of my head and hides somewhere between the bulk potato chips and the pillar candles with the Virgin Mary on them. By the time I’m done shopping not only am I cranky but I have also been filled with a feeling of dread.

There I times when I have to submit and just realize that I have been beaten.

I can’t take the crowds and the size of the store, I don’t want 47 different kinds of pickles to choose from, and when I order deli meat I don’t want it to come from the pre-sliced pile. I’ll gladly pay more for less. I’ll take fewer options. Just please bag my groceries and put in some decent lighting…and for God’s sake turn of the beep on your scanning equipment.