Thoughts only a blog could love
Or, as people like to say, "randoms".
1. I decided the number of the dork is 222. I figured if the beast has a code, then I should get one too.
Why 222?
I don't know, it just seemed right and that's what dorks do -- they pick arbitrary crap, assign a meaning, laugh because they think they think it's really really funny and then move on to the next dorky thought adventure.
222 it is.
2. A peek into my neurosis: Today I had to restrain myself from getting on the girl scout bus to talk to Winnie about her tennis shoes because I was afraid they might kill her.
You see, at day camp the kids need swim shoes if they are going to swim and they can use old tennis shoes if they don't have the swimmers. I gave Winnie a crappy pair of slide-on tennis shoes and one was ripped a little. As I walked away from the bus I started thinking about how awkward it would be to swim with tennis' on and then I thought of that ripped one falling off and of Winnie trying to save it. She's an okay swimmer, but I'm not sure about how she would do getting all panicked about losing a shoe and trying to dive after it.
So bad, I wanted to get on that bus and say, "If that shoe falls off, just let it go -- one of the PA's will help you find it -- but it's an old shoe, just let it sink."
...and then of course I have to do the thought erase so it won't really happen. Serious -- I'll have a morbid thought like that and I'll take a freaked out breath out loud and my hand flies up and erases the thought from my imaginary chalk board.
So if you ever see some lady walking and she suddenly grabs her heart and starts erasing the air -- it's probably me.
3. I love the smell of diesel fuel. Perhaps that explains my second random, but probably not -- it's not like I'm huffing it. I just love when Rich comes home and it's on his clothes -- greasy diesel smell -- yum. It's almost as good as stinky, oily boat motor smell.
1. I decided the number of the dork is 222. I figured if the beast has a code, then I should get one too.
Why 222?
I don't know, it just seemed right and that's what dorks do -- they pick arbitrary crap, assign a meaning, laugh because they think they think it's really really funny and then move on to the next dorky thought adventure.
222 it is.
2. A peek into my neurosis: Today I had to restrain myself from getting on the girl scout bus to talk to Winnie about her tennis shoes because I was afraid they might kill her.
You see, at day camp the kids need swim shoes if they are going to swim and they can use old tennis shoes if they don't have the swimmers. I gave Winnie a crappy pair of slide-on tennis shoes and one was ripped a little. As I walked away from the bus I started thinking about how awkward it would be to swim with tennis' on and then I thought of that ripped one falling off and of Winnie trying to save it. She's an okay swimmer, but I'm not sure about how she would do getting all panicked about losing a shoe and trying to dive after it.
So bad, I wanted to get on that bus and say, "If that shoe falls off, just let it go -- one of the PA's will help you find it -- but it's an old shoe, just let it sink."
...and then of course I have to do the thought erase so it won't really happen. Serious -- I'll have a morbid thought like that and I'll take a freaked out breath out loud and my hand flies up and erases the thought from my imaginary chalk board.
So if you ever see some lady walking and she suddenly grabs her heart and starts erasing the air -- it's probably me.
3. I love the smell of diesel fuel. Perhaps that explains my second random, but probably not -- it's not like I'm huffing it. I just love when Rich comes home and it's on his clothes -- greasy diesel smell -- yum. It's almost as good as stinky, oily boat motor smell.
Labels: maybe you are with me "oh my word, you should have warned her about the shoe -- that doesn't sound safe" -- or perhaps you think I need a pill of some kind --
posted by kim at
4:23 PM
20 Comments:
Holy crap! Is THAT why I have a 222birthmark on my behind??????
Your randoms are AWESOME. Seriously. My favs.
1. 222 is the new 42. 42 is popular, just google it.
2. These nagging thoughts are common but most people keep it quiet. Maybe that's the problem. When you talk about it, or blog about it, it becomes...worse? naaah :)
3. I like the smell of aviation fuel on a hot tarmac. Aromatherapy.
cecily -- oh, i know your marked for sure!
akalol -- you have no idea what I hold back! ha. However, as for the getting worse part -- that is what the erasing is for!
The aviation fuel too -- takes my mind to the flight line at the EAA convention, "Talk to me Goose"
I googled 42 and now know the answer to the most important question ever -- or something like that.
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Okay, this one got a really loud cackle out of me... Thank goodness I'm alone in the office, supposedly working. **shhhhh!**
Diesel fumes? DIESEL FUMES? Gasp, splutter, choke!
I'm with you on the thought eraser though. I'd worry about something awful happening to my son, a graphic image would pop into my head and then I do the frantic mind-erase thing, to wit: God, please erase that thought from my head! Don't give it energy! Surround him with your protective light! Don't, DON'T let this thought manifest...!!! And so on.
Talk about neurotic. I could teach the course.
I don't even have to Google 42, since I read 'that novel' just two weeks ago! (akalol made me really ashamed of not having read anything by Adams...)
wordtryst -- almost verbatim on the verbal erase that goes along with the physical arm movement!
If you liked diesel I'd think we were separated at birth :o).
Oiy!
whenever i have really weird thoughts like you did about her shoe, i realize that nothing i've ever envisioned (ie - winning the lottery, saving a baby from a burning building...BEING a baby in a burning building) has ever happened. so when i get all freaked out i just tell myself "hey, you envisioned it, which guarantees it won't come true. so it's ok"
i know. i'm weird too.
Mel -- I like your thinking waaaay better than mine.
You are a lot like my best friend, (whom I suspect is a bit more stable than I am :o)).
I'm still a very positive person, I just have a taaad longer route through the negative zones.
Holy Crap girl, if I didn't love you before I definitely LOVE you NOW!!
Those are some fantastic RANDOMS!!!!
mine is 555 from way back in highschool. You scared the shit outta me about the smell of gasoline until you explained you weren't huffing it..
Look I'm semi-blogging again.. thanks for all the well wishes.
kate -- you're making my day :o).
ttq -- how many key boards do you see in front of you?
I'm so glad to see you on here. I've been missing you every day. Even though summer is no time for blogging or e-mails (I think my mother-in-law has disowned me due to my lack or response -- that woman likes a return e-mail NOW!) -- what was I saying?
YOU! I"m so glad to see your icon back in the bloggosphere.
I'll e you soon for an update -- hope you are feeling better.
Here's my randomness..
I goes along with your "must erase thought" urge.
When I'm driving along a highway, going really fast like, eighty, eighty five, I sometimes fantasize what it would be like to drive across the grassy medium and slam into another car. I know, I'm describing the Christopher Walken scene from Manhattan, but it's true.
I try to imagine every last detail from the screech of the tires, the shattering of glass and plastic, the airbag slamming into my face, the horn blaring and the hiss of the engine, then the awful silence that follows after any crash.(I've been in a few.)
I imagine the rest of traffic screeching around us, some flying off into the fields just to avoid the derbis that litters the street.
And then I imagine that, by some miracle I can still drive my battered car. I put the car into reverse, roll back and wrench on the steering wheel which is bent from my chest slamming into it. I lean my head out the broken drivers side window, blood streaming down my face and call out. "Sorry!" And slowly merge back into traffic.
tooth fairy -- what song is playing?
Naturally, the song ends on impact -- which I'm guessing is in slow-mo.
am I close?
"Ahead" by wire.
The ipod, which is on the floor is skipping. I don't notice it since the entire car is making strange new noises. As I'm driving on the shoulder in my shuddering heap trying to merge, the song resumes, blasting out over the lone working speaker and scaring me so bad I drop my ciggeret.
I relate more to The Number of the Geek, which is 101010 (obviously!)
No slo mo. As I've said I've been in a few accidents and what I try to recapture is how fast and violent it is.
I think the reason so many ppl describe time slowing down is because your thought process speeds up so fast. The last accident I was in happened in less than a second but in that time I thought "Oh my God that car is coming right at us I hope it doesn't hit us Uh Oh it IS going to hit us I hope this doesn't hurt too much here it comes-crash!"
In real time I saw the headlights and the next thing I know there's an airbag in my lap and my nose hurts.
(Also, I like your mind eraser. I've been using mind bleach, but it tends to ruin my colors.)
I've been in two accidents -- both were where I was turning and the impatient person behind me "didn't see the blinker" and decided to try to pass me. So no time to think, didn't see it coming, the tip off is in the sudden impact.
All that being said -- I always think, not slow motion, but a freeze frame accident scene(think cheesy after school special, car full of intoxicated teens, realizations of impending impact, shocked faces, crumpled metal and an extreme close up on the one you will never see alive again.)
Song "nineteen hundred and eighty five" -- McCartney and wings
Matt -- no argument with that one!
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