Random Thoughts and/or Moments that Make You Go Huh. #1

So I was driving home from Dorian's last night and when the traffic report came on, I changed the channel.  Unbelievable.  After years of commuting and living by the radio' s report, I suddenly realized that it doesn't matter anymore.  There is nowhere I go routinely that is impacted by the hideous SoCal traffic.  Ahhh, bliss....

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A couple of years' ago, Liz and I went to the tradeshow in Denver.  When we got to the hotel that night and Liz called home to check in, Jimmy asked: "Why'd you take my toothbrush, Liz?"  Ewww, just ewww.

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Dad never, ever cursed.  He used to say, "For crying n a bucket," or "Hell's Bells."  One of his favorite sayings, however, is "Stop when you hear glass breaking and smell sh***t."  I don't really get that one.

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I had an epiphany the other day.  It seems like every time I try to buy glasses, they're always a little tweaked.  So I was in Kohl's and trying on sunglasses, when I finally realized:  maybe the problem isn't the glasses at all -- maybe my ears are crooked.

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I might actually be the laziest person on earth when it comes to food.  Truly.  I'll dump milk on oatmeal and eat it cold before I'd microwave it.  When Allan's out of town, I drink the same pot of coffee all week, 'cuz I'm too lazy to make new.  When Allan is in town, I walk down to the kitchen, pour enough milk in my coffee so I can stand at the sink and chug it.  I don't want to have to remember to bring the mug back down to the kitchen.  Hmm, I wonder if there is something deficient in my mental health.

what is it with me and birthdays?

Well, in my latest string of assaults on my loved ones, I missed Matt's birthday.  I didn't forget it, but I missed calling him on the right day.  I thought of it two days before, but thought I'd wait til that day.  Then I thought of it three days after.  Matt is one of my closest friends and confidantes and his birthday the last day of June.  Is it really that hard to remember?  Am I really that much of an airhead?

I never forget Allan's, Larry's, or Jess's birthdays; but I can't remember my anniversary.  I have to pull out the wedding license to look.  Two years ago, I actually convinced Allan that he had the date wrong and we celebrated a day early...

For the last three years in a row, I've called Robert O. the day after his birthday to wish him happy day.  Last year, I was in NJ in August when we celebrated Tab's birthday.  I asked why we were celebrating a day early...and, apparently, we weren't.

I've never gotten Diane's kids' b-days right, and usually call them the day before or the day after to start singing. Sheesh.

In November of '09, I was up NorCal to judge a goat show and spent a couple of extra days visiting Dad and Diane.  I had Diane's birthday gift ready and told her wanted to bake her a cake and celebrate the night I left, since her birthday was the next day.  She gave me a really odd look: Mom's birthday was November 20th; Diane's is the 25th.

I guess I take after my dad.  Long ago when he took me down for a military ID, he put down the wrong day.  When he took for my driver's license, he actually had the year wrong...

Matt, I love you.  I'm sorry I did it again!

What mind? Whose? Where did I put it?

Whilst (good word, eh, Marty?) making toast this morning, I realized we were out of papertowels. So I walked back to the laundry room to get some more................and stood...................................and wondered...........


So I walked into Jess's bathroom instead, where I found some Qtips and cleaned my ears and put a bandaid on my hand. Then I went back to the kitchen....

...and my toast was burned.