Ms. Tigger and I on the happiest day...
Would You Kill Me Or Take Me Fishing?
I said that I was going to write about some of my OCD's, but most of these are just things that simply just get on my nerves. I guess that some of them could be classified as an OCD. Whatevah!!! Oh, yeah, and I do have a few other things to write about. I'm REALLY sun burned and REALLY tired, so bear with me. Here goes nothing:
I guess this one is an OCD, but it REALLY gets on my nerves. When I smoke a cigarette and I'm done with it; I have to make sure that it is completely out. I hate it when I'm around others that smoke and just push their cig. down into the ash tray. NO. IT IS NOT OUT! I will literally go and put it out properly myself. I just hate that little shit string of smoke that just burns until it is ,in fact, COMPLETELY out. I'm anal,crazy,looney,bitchy,loving, and everything else. I know!!!
When I'm at home and I smoke, I have to go and brush my teeth when I'm done and wash my hands b/c I can't stand the smell. I also don't want nasty breath. I even carry a toothbrush and toothpaste in my purse. You know, just in case. You never know when you may be in a situation where you NEED to brush your teeth. I also carry like 3 packs of the little Listerine pocket packs and I've ALWAYS got some gum that tastes like Vick's vapo-rub smells. Bad breath is just gross! There is no excuse for it. None at all!!!
I always have to wash my hands after using the restroom as I'm (hopefully) sure that all of you do the same. The one thing is that I hate public restrooms. I don't even like to touch the little flusher thing. God only knows what kind of germs are on it. After I wash, in a public restroom, I also use my anti-bacterial handy wipes. (Which are also in the purse.) Then I start thinking about things. Like, say your eating Mexican with a group of friends and your all sharing chips. One person gets up to use the restroom. They come back and eat more chips, BUT did they wash their hands? I don't know, so no chips for me, thanks!
I like to try my damnest to make definite plans. You know, we're doing this
time. DEFINITELY! Then someone runs late or something happens, I freak. Then, the more people call me and ask to make definite plans, it freaks me out to the point where I don't even want to leave the house. There has just been too much drama put upon a simple plan and I can't deal, but I'm really trying to work on it. I know you'll all sleep better tonight knowing this!
Another thing that gets on my nerves, as I'm sure they get on yours, are two faced people. I mean, really people, don't pretend to like someone just for the sake of pretencious bullshit. I hate these people. I have more respect for people that, like if someone doesn't like you, they let you know. Be real, people. I'd much rather someone call me a bitch to my face or say that they simply do not like me rather than someone hug my neck and then throw the dagger as soon as my back is turned. That's bullshit and it makes you a total pussy! (Whether you're male or female.)
On a happier note, PS has promised that he would kill me. (I know this would make some of you happy. Sorry, no time soon!) I'd asked Pepe the other day that if I were ever to be in an accident and be paralyzed from the neck down, would he smother me and put me out of my misery? He then looked at me like I was crazy (which I proudly am), and said "hell no!" I then asked the family and basically got the same response. THEN
, I said to myself PS would do it for me. I asked him and he said that he would if he ever had to. Now, guys, that's a best friend. Anyone that would be willing to kill you. You better hold on to them! That is just one of the many
reasons the PS is my best friend!!!
On a burned side of things, I went fishing yesterday. I cast my rod out almost as soon as we got in the lake. As soon as my very sparkley lure hit the water, I got a bite. I was reeling and reeling as fast as I could. The tip was all of the way down to the water. As I was trying to get the bass in, SNAP
, the graphite rod broke in half. But, man this bass had a head bigger than mine. I know that he must have weighed like 20lbs or something like that. We, well Pepe, didn't let that stop him from fishing. He caught a few, but not one big enough to break his rod. Anyway, we were out there for something like 4 or 5 hours with NO sunscreen! Pepe, he tans, so he's ok. Me, I burn, B-A-D and burn I did. I can barely move today. I have rubbed aloe vera all over my burn. It helps, if you do it constantly and I had other things to do like paint my nails. You can see exactly where my shirt was and my shorts. I look crazy naked! Heee!!! As soon as I got home from our fishing trip, I took a cold bath. I then put lotion all over the burn. I wasn't even going to attempt to shave my legs. (That is another one of my OCD's, I must always have smooth legs.) I think that when I get home tonight, I will try my best to shave them. Say a little prayer that I may shave my legs without too much pain from my burn. Ok!!!
Scoop the poop, but not too much!!!