Sometimes It's Cold in China...

Heard the most hilarious story today from a friend & have to share - I promised not to use her name.

She has two boys & they are constantly walking in on her getting dressed. Doesn't happen so much in my house because my son hates it when I scream at him. But I digress.

The family was getting ready to head up to the snow to cut Christmas trees & her five year old walked in on her pulling on her panties & she had a feminine napkin (ha ha) in place. He asked if that was to keep her china warm in the snow.

She said yes, it was, but it's a vagina not a china. So he walked around practicing saying vagina.

Damn she's a better Mom than me & I love her for sharing.

Hope you had a chuckle & have a wonderful night...

You Say Germaphobe, I Say Germaphobe...

Another thing my Mother always told me was:

"The only normal people are just the ones you don't know very well."

And I believe that for sure. None of us is normal. If there even is such a thing.

I'm pretty open about my oddities. I drink too much. I eat too much. I have all types of addiction problems. These are the things I struggle with but.....

What about my weirdness that I like? That I enjoy? That help make me me?

My friend told me tonight that I'm getting weird in my old age - & I told her to fuck off for the old age comment - but it was about my germaphobia which is in fact becoming more pronounced.

And I don't mind it. I don't want a half of a bucket of month old ice cream to serve at my kid's birthday party tomorrow. When she offered it I laughed & said I'm sorry, but have we not met? Do you really think I would ever take serve or eat month old ice cream? And she had the flu last week & I was supposed to cook at her house & I backed out even though she assured me she had Lysoled the entire house.

I'm ok with these phobias. And every time I find a hair in my food at a restaurant it is reconfirmed to me that I must be vigilant. That they are out to get me.

At the poker table a few weeks ago a man sneezed into his hands three times next to me & I sat quietly for 2 seconds before I suggested
that perhaps next time he could sneeze into his sleeve instead of into his hands since we all handle the chips & the cards. The guy on his other side said I second that request & the girl next to him held out hand sanitizer for him to use. I know it's not just me.

If I really thought about the amount of germs that were on the poker chips or cards I would go crazy but I'd still be playing. I attribute my
healthy immune system to playing poker & my germy 7 year old.

I have other weirdnesses, too, that I like & choose to keep. I don't think all isms & ishes, as I call them, are bad. They keep you aware & focused.

Stay weird. I like it. Have a good night...