Apr 29
Nine reasons why I am weird
Because you are dying to know, yes, I did sleep in, until the unbelievable time of 9:40-ish. It was GREAT. I felt so peppy when I woke up that I decided to NOT go running, ha ha. What I did do was drink coffee like there was no tomorrow, and once I was sufficiently caffeinated, I cleaned. I started with my room, but I also did the bathroom, because my suite mate and I have this system for whose turn it is to clean the bathroom, and it involves who bought toilet paper last. Well, I was not, in fact, the last person to buy the toilet paper, and so I found myself scrubbing away. And, yeah, two women sharing a bathroom do not make for a lot of mess, but people, the HAIR. Yes, to the list of weird things that gross nobody else out but Treena, please add hair. Not, mind you, hair that is, um, attached, for lack of a better word, but the hair that has fallen out and collects in the corners and under things. Bleh. And as you can imagine, two women with fairly longish locks makes for a bathroom floor with a substantial hair collection. So. Go ahead, comment on my freakishly weird hair phobia. In fact, let me summarize all my phobias up at once, and I will even add a few that I have not talked about, just for your entertainment:
- moths
- spiders
- unattached hair
- germs on my phone
- water from a faucet
- lint
- lettuce, in general
- hotel floors
- stairs
Hmm, I think that’s it. No, actually, I know quite well that that ISN’T it, but I can’t think of anymore, just now. And before you say "Lettuce? in GENERAL?" I would like to emphasize: yes, indeed. I do eat lettuce, in large quantities, but this does not mean that I have a great relationship with it. If you don’t believe me, ask my husband, who has watched me spend an hour preparing lettuce for a salad, and then end up throwing it all away because it was too gross for me to deal with, on several occasions. And, I will almost never eat a salad that I have not prepared myself, unless doing so would, I don’t know, make somebody cry. The moral is, if I come to your house for dinner, please don’t make me eat salad, or you will probably spend the rest of the evening secretly hating me for passing it up.
On my way back from the post office today (Dear Toni, no package yet) I thought to myself, "Huh. It’s a beautiful day - I’m not doing anything right now, I think I’ll get a pedicure!" It was nice, but…y’all, I’m used to the nail salons in SoCal, for cripes sake, and the nail salon at the Kunsan BX is definitely not one of those. It was cheap though, I suppose, and my feet sure look purty. I miss my bi-weekly spa pedi, for realz. Doing it yourself is just not the same, no matter what anyone says. Especially when they massage your feet - sigh. I am a sucker for massages. When they started in on my feet today, I just melted, I swear. Instant relaxation.
The only bad thing about all this cleaning and pampering going on today is I completely missed the opportunity to chat with John, awww. And, isn’t it funny that after all the stuff I have written in this blog for you guys to read, I’m afraid telling you that missing a chat opportunity with my husband makes me sad is too much sharing? I’m so WEIRD!
Okay I have to go enter the Battle of the Laundry Room: who gets the best washer?!? So enjoy your weekend, y’all. Go get a pedicure, and please, watch out for lettuce.
CIAO!
April 30th, 2006 at 3:03 am
You better hope none of the laundry room competitors hear of your lettuce weakness.
May 17th, 2006 at 7:14 am
Worse than hotel floors? The bedspreads. They eek me out, my sister used to work at a hotel in college and said while the sheets are washed daily, that the bedspreads and blankets are good to be washed about twice a year, now think on that!