The Stench October 25, 2008
Posted by L in Disgusting, Family, General, Life, Random.Tags: Confessions, Dining Out, Disgusting, Family, Food, gross, hubby, Life, marriage, Morning, mornings, Random, Relationships, Sick
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I confess.
I . Hate. Coffee.
I cannot stand the smell of it. It is gross, nasty, disgusting, revolting, stinky… You get the idea.
If you like it, fine. If you enjoy the smell or taste, good for you. You can have my portion of coffee as well because I certainly do NOT want it.
This leads me to my current dilemma.
The Man.
He has, over the years, decided he likes coffee. He occasionally has it, while I make face of disgust, when we go out. He drinks it at his mother’s house. He developed the “habit” while away from home with his job.
His mother recently acquired a new coffee maker. Today, he walked in with her old coffee maker and a can of coffee. I think I threw up a little in my mouth at just the thought.
Yes, it’s that bad.
I can handle it at other people’s houses. I deal with it out in public or at an employers. However, this is in my own house. This means, every morning I will wake up with a headache and ready to hurl.
So, what I am asking of you is advice. HOW do I get the STINK that is bound to come with the coffee maker out of my house? What is the fastest, most powerful way? Shall I buy lysol by the case and douse the kitchen every morning? Do I purchase a bunch of cheap candles and every morning run around lighting them as the dripping begins? Do I invest in a gas mask for the children and me? Do I look for those nose plugs that some swimmers wear?
Please, someone, rescue me from this olfactory attack. Help arm my sense of smell.
Or at the very least, send some barf bags and ibuprofen.
Shipping Insecurities August 28, 2008
Posted by L in General, Life, Random, Real Conversations.Tags: Confessions, Frustration, General, Life, Real Conversations, Small Town Life
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I have recently mailed off 3 packages of similar items to 3 different people.
This is my internal story of said mailing. Am I the only one who does this?
Date: 26 August 2008
Packages: 3
Confidence: 10 out of 10
Date: 27 August 2008
Packages en route: 3
Thoughts: Did I put the right notes in the right envelopes? Did I mix up the contents? Are the right things going to the right people?
Confidence: 7 out of 10
Date: 28 August 2008
Packages en route: 3
Delivery Confirmation Emails: 0
Thoughts: What if gave the wrong tracking numbers to the wrong people? I better look and see if they (the packages) are heading in the right direction…
Package 1 – It’s in her town already. Good.
Package 2 – What? Why is it there? That’s odd routing.
Package 3 – ACK! Why is it still showing as here?!?
Confidence: 5 out of 10
Date: 28 August 2008 – still
Packages en route: 2? 3?
Thoughts: Call the post office and see if it’s under the counter
Small Town Postal Employee: “Nope. It’s not under the desk and there is no room under the counter. It just means I am the only one who has scanned it.”
Me: “But the other two went through NearByTown and are now in State1 and State2. This one hasn’t been anywhere.”
Small Town Postal Employee: “I don’t know why NearByTown did not scan it. They should have. It’s delivery date is the 29th. I’m just the only one who has scanned it. It’ll scan once it is delivered or attempted.”
Me: “Okay. If they don’t get it tomorrow, I’ll talk you Saturday.”
Confidence: 3 out of 10
Date: 28 August 2008 – yes, still
Packages en route: Who Knows.
Confidence: 4 out 10
Thoughts: Gah! I’m not patient. Hurry up and deliver those packages already, would ya?!?
Confessions August 20, 2008
Posted by L in General, Life, Random, Wisdom.Tags: Confessions, Friends, General, Life, Random, Relationships, Virtual World, Wisdom
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It’s true. I’m going to admit it right here, right now.
I am an escapist.
I have been for a quite some time.
I long for escape. It is what I do.
Oh sure, I can “go with the flow” and be content. Deep down though, more often than not, there is an escape happening. Even when I am in the moment, it is a form of escape.
Reading a book, to me, is an escape. I read as the images play in my mind like a high definition movie. The world around me fades away as I am immersed in the set of my imagination narrated by the pages before me.
Entering a virtual world, I, once again, escape by blocking out all around. Even though I stare at the monitor before me, I block out the chaos on my desk. I release tension there, I dance there, I fly, I laugh, I shop, I create, I have fun, I blow off steam, I immerse. Escaping fully into another world with others.
Chatting with a friend is even a form of escape. As I sit and listen to them talk, I am entering their world, their life and leaving mine behind. As they speak, I picture what they say, I empathize, I laugh with them, I smile, and nod in understanding. Understanding because I have left my life and entered theirs.
Reading blogs is like chatting with friends in that I, yet again, enter someone else’s world. I see their joy, their pain, their unshielded self. It does not matter if their story is painted with words, with pictures, or a combination of both, for those few moments, I have entered their existence, even if only through the one way looking glass they have provided.
Even if I am pulling someone into my world, my life, I am escaping. I have left my reality to communicate with the visitor. As I share my life through voice, photograph, text, movie, paint, song compilation, I am into the setting. I am into the communication. I am leaving my world to make a window for you to see in.
Yes, it is true. I am an escapist.
Now you know who I am.
Allow me to glimpse into your world. Escape with me and share who you are, what you are.
Tell me, are you an escapist too?
Way TMI 