I wonder who talked the dude on the Hoveround commercial to sing? Not just sing, but he's super comfortable and happy looking! And youngish to be squashing his butt into one of those semi-vehicles.
I don't know what's up today...I had three separate laughing fits today. The Teen called me at work and as we were in casual conversation and suddenly she made this anguished tone of "Auuuggghhh!!!" and then "Azrael farted!" That would be our cat...who you would never know had a fart mechanism when we lived with Flip. But that's because any distinct odor faults could be squarely blamed on his hound who frequently got into the garbage, cat food and drank swamp water, putting out swamp farts. I fell apart at my air touch desk (a standing desk) and just couldn't stop laughing. Teen was not laughing on the other end of the phone.
Fart exhibit #2...(Get it? #2?)
The Teen was sitting around in the recliner as I hula hooped. She suddenly exclaimed, "Mmm! Something smells good in here!" As there was nothing cooking on the stove, I retorted with "I farted." and watched her face register her senses with what I said. Her little nostrils opened up a bit and her eyes got wider....so finally I had to let her in on the joke. The concentration was just too strenuous for her.
I seriously need to find a life. The third string of uncontrollable laughter is just baseless. I saw a Comcast bill on the floor that had fallen off of where I'd left it. As I put it back, I thought to myself that Yay, I'm getting paid tomorrow. Teen was sitting in a chair, facing the computer. I came up behind her and tapped my fingers on her eyelids and sang "I'm paying the bills tomorrow!" I hardly ever hear the next line said by anyone...."Get your fingers off my eyes!"
And yet somehow, I managed to get in my exercise for the evening. My 30 minutes of hula hooping (I'm convinced it will whittle some things and build up others), crunches, arms workout and the Five Tibetans. Thankfully my mind kept busy during these activities and I felt no need to crumble in a pile of laughter.
I am going to put extra gel in my hair tonight. An asteroid the size of a "city block" is going to fly by and I don't want to have to deal with errant wisps due to whoosh factor.
Now I don't want this to sound braggy...it's not meant to be in the least. It's just to show once again, hesitation of commitment to something. I've mentioned before how I like Buddhism but that it isn't something that I could practice 100%. That I still enjoy 2 cups of Wicca and a half cup of Native Americanism and an oil base of What I Was Brought Up On. But what's funny is that I was already born with a natural inclination toward Buddhism. I have never been one to kill anything...small bugs can rely on me to transport them to the outdoors even if it's going to make me late for work. Nothing gets hurt...not even Christmas trees (I bought a rather cute fakey last season). Buddhism is the spirituality that I spend the most time reading about. I do take a lot from it and look forward to learning an asteroid's girth more about it.
Speaking of girth though, Flip has gotten mad at me...again. It started when an ex hit on me via font and was trying to get sexayyyyyyy. I wrote the dude back and mentioned that I'm not interested and that he's married with kids and it's not right. So I mentioned it to Flip. And yep, he namesaked. Only he claims that he was mad because .....oh it's just so exhausting. He used words last week like projection, and living in the past. When mentioning this stuff to him, he acted it out. And then got mad at me for having a reaction a week or so ago that he didn't like because he's in AA with an ex live in girlfriend, God only knows how many times a week now. AA is his life now. Even if I were seeing him on a regular basis, I wouldn't see him unless I peeked in the windows of a closed AA meeting because as he put it tonight, for the court, he has to go to "as many AA meetings as possible". If I were actually in a normal relationship with him and seeing him, or trying to spend time with him, I wouldn't actually be able to. Beeeeeecause....he went out to the bar that night to piss me off, got loaded, blacked out and crashed his car into a planet two galaxies over and ended up with an aggravated DWI. He's so competitive he can't even get an average DWI.
So then, and I am guessing that most people would understand this feeling, he ends up in AA with his ex. Seeing her multiple times a week and telling me to 'manage my insecure feelings' myself and that he will not go out of his way to be sure that they aren't having to sit together, etc. Well, I just told that dude off and he's not even in the same state as me yet I get the third degree somehow. But he won't politely wave from across the room and be sure to keep it that way. I admitted it...I'm not so evolved that I'm okay with this arrangement. I *calmly* (at first) admitted that yes, this makes me incredibly uncomfortable. Especially that part about hiding the truth for a couple of weeks and lying about small details. Yes, that will frost my feathers. But instead of seeing my vulnerable feelings as they are, as me asking questions in order to get information so that I can better assess and manage, he throws me a concrete bag full of "manage your own insecure feelings" and puts on his crown.
He has to go to court again in a month. So as he put it tonight, he wants to be sure to go to "as many AA meetings as possible". Well. I hate to sound selfish but he got himself into this double twister cone of shit on his own and these AA meetings aren't because he wants to stop drinking...it's because he wants to look good for the court, which is understandable. This happened to him because he used to yell at me if I even spoke of going to a bar with a friend and not with him, yet he decided to get me back (his words as he was drunk, just having been released from the police) and go out to upset me. Double dutch standard y'all. What am I doing with this baggage? I should run an airline because I do not lose baggage.
Well now that I'm ruminating about this and all the cumulative damage done to me emotionally and mentally is bubbling up like a nasty bitch, I shall go find something talented to watch on the Tele.
Speaking of girth though, Flip has gotten mad at me...again. It started when an ex hit on me via font and was trying to get sexayyyyyyy. I wrote the dude back and mentioned that I'm not interested and that he's married with kids and it's not right. So I mentioned it to Flip. And yep, he namesaked. Only he claims that he was mad because .....oh it's just so exhausting. He used words last week like projection, and living in the past. When mentioning this stuff to him, he acted it out. And then got mad at me for having a reaction a week or so ago that he didn't like because he's in AA with an ex live in girlfriend, God only knows how many times a week now. AA is his life now. Even if I were seeing him on a regular basis, I wouldn't see him unless I peeked in the windows of a closed AA meeting because as he put it tonight, for the court, he has to go to "as many AA meetings as possible". If I were actually in a normal relationship with him and seeing him, or trying to spend time with him, I wouldn't actually be able to. Beeeeeecause....he went out to the bar that night to piss me off, got loaded, blacked out and crashed his car into a planet two galaxies over and ended up with an aggravated DWI. He's so competitive he can't even get an average DWI.
So then, and I am guessing that most people would understand this feeling, he ends up in AA with his ex. Seeing her multiple times a week and telling me to 'manage my insecure feelings' myself and that he will not go out of his way to be sure that they aren't having to sit together, etc. Well, I just told that dude off and he's not even in the same state as me yet I get the third degree somehow. But he won't politely wave from across the room and be sure to keep it that way. I admitted it...I'm not so evolved that I'm okay with this arrangement. I *calmly* (at first) admitted that yes, this makes me incredibly uncomfortable. Especially that part about hiding the truth for a couple of weeks and lying about small details. Yes, that will frost my feathers. But instead of seeing my vulnerable feelings as they are, as me asking questions in order to get information so that I can better assess and manage, he throws me a concrete bag full of "manage your own insecure feelings" and puts on his crown.
He has to go to court again in a month. So as he put it tonight, he wants to be sure to go to "as many AA meetings as possible". Well. I hate to sound selfish but he got himself into this double twister cone of shit on his own and these AA meetings aren't because he wants to stop drinking...it's because he wants to look good for the court, which is understandable. This happened to him because he used to yell at me if I even spoke of going to a bar with a friend and not with him, yet he decided to get me back (his words as he was drunk, just having been released from the police) and go out to upset me. Double dutch standard y'all. What am I doing with this baggage? I should run an airline because I do not lose baggage.
Well now that I'm ruminating about this and all the cumulative damage done to me emotionally and mentally is bubbling up like a nasty bitch, I shall go find something talented to watch on the Tele.
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