Room to Breathe

I know I am a bit of a germaphobe and anal, but seriously, why are some people just not conscience of their grossness?

My Grandma has some annoying habits, and mentioned to my mom something about me being obsessive. Whatever. We get back to her house (I eat dinner there every Wednesday), and she 1) doesn’t wash her hands when she gets home 2) Begins preparing dinner 3) periodically wipes her hands (after handling dirty dishes in the sink) on the towel hanging on her oven door. Through the preparation of chicken into the mix, and I’m about to explode!

This towel is used for everything. Have a spill? Grab the towel. Dry your hands? Grab the towel. Dry a utensil? Use the towel. Only after she wipes the floor might she toss is down stairs to the laundry room. And I think it’s only for my benefit. I also think that it was the same towel there as last week.

We were at my mom’s house cleaning up after a dinner party a few weeks ago. It was just Grandma and I in the kitchen. I continually washed my hands as I put dishes away, and emptied left-overs into Tupperware, and then into the fridge. I also used my mom’s towel. Grandma saw, and I think she was insulted because at her place I use paper towels. Difference? I know mom has 1 towel for dishes, and 1 for hands. Both are changed daily, and if it touches the floor, it’s not used again. Except for the floor.

Obsessive? I suppose. I just don’t like to mix my germs.

Volleyball was great. It felt like the first day of school, since I hadn’t seen many of the people I play with since before summer. The guys were actually getting pissed off with us chicks as we gossiped, and “weren’t paying attention”. See they don’t understand. We are. They forget that we are woman and are able to do that. But that is a whole other topic.

I think one of the biggest shockers is a girl who didn’t play in my summer beach league, but I play with her my winter league. Still, I hadn’t seen her since May.

She walked in, and the first thing I though was, “Holy crap! She has boobs!” Then I realized WHY she had boobs. No one ever noticed because they blended in to her Belly! Most people thought she was pregnant, but I knew better. I’ve known her 3 years now, and after the 2nd year, I just figured that’s how she was. Poor girl. The rest of her was skinny. New rude people always make a point of saying, “Is it safe to be playing that far along?”

So she walked right up to us and said, ” I had it removed.” Not knowing what to say, she continued to volunteer the rest of the information. “It was a cyst. A 20 pound cyst that I had for years. Tests never came back with anything wrong, and my periods were always normal. So, I saw this 1 doctor by chance this summer, and I had the surgery to have it removed. A 20 pound cyst on my ovary; which was also removed.”

Holy shit! The fact that a healthy girl can have something THAT HUGE over looked and passed off as “my family carries their extra weight in the front, but I can’t seem to loose the weight”, boggles my mind and scares me at the same time. Perhaps the discovery that my 1 ovary is twice the size of my right and there is possibly something there, is probably a good thing that it has been detected early. Wow.

So my friend has a whole new outlook on life, and is now a bit boy crazy too. She’s also planning on going away on vacation. Good for her. She just glows now and I’m so happy for her.

I’m all set! My friend will be picking me up in 10 minutes.

It’s really dark today, and looks like it will rain. But the forcast
says there is no expectation of percipitation between Tuesday afternoon
to Wednesday afternoon.

Better not. I didn’t come to work prepared today, and I have to walk to
volleyball later on. That, and I am wearing a white blouse.

I bought a new jacket tonight - for winter. Ya ya, I know. We are having unseasonably nice weather, and if the winter continues like our not-so-hot summer did, then perhaps I won’t need it. Doubt it. This is Canada!

The girl at the store made an effort to let me know that too. “Are you planning a trip? To Antarctica?”

What was it I used to say when I was 6, “Ha, ha. That’s so funny I forgot to laugh!”

Now let me see, it is September 27th, and although we are still wearing shorts, I doubt I will be in December (well I will, but that’s only from the gym to the car and home). We may not have a white Christmas this year, but dammit I won’t be cold!

I am building with anticipation and jumping inside. It’s only been 4 weeks since I last played volleyball, but it feels like a lifetime. I miss my friends, and I miss the exercise. So rec-pick-up starts tomorrow night, and I can’t sit still.

My friend called me last night with news that my Monday night league will start October 18th. There is a captain’s meeting tomorrow night, and he needs to know a team name. Ugg. This is always such a dilemma. We always wind up with some dumb name, and it’s usually miss-spelled. Well I though of a couple ideas. It’s so hard to come up with something…and we haven’t ever kept a name, since they all stink!

Did You Know…

If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.

(Hardly seems worth it.)

If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.

(Now that’s more like it!)

The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.

(O.M.G.!)

A pig’s orgasm lasts 30 minutes.

(In my next life, I want to be a pig.)

A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death.

(Creepy.)

(I’m still not over the pig.)

Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.

(Do not try this at home. Maybe at work.)

The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male’s head off.

(”Honey, I’m home. What the….?!”)

The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It’s like a human jumping the length of a football field.

(30 minutes… lucky pig. can you imagine??)

The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.

(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)

Some lions mate over 50 times a day.

(I still want to be a pig in my next life…quality over quantity)

Butterflies taste with their feet.

(Something I always wanted to know.)

The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.

(Hmmmmmm……..)

Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.

(If you’re ambidextrous, do you split the difference?)

Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.

(OK, so that would be a good thing………………..)

A cat’s urine glows under a black light.

(I wonder who was paid to figure that out?)

An ostrich’s eye is bigger than its brain.

(I know some people like that.)

Starfish have no brains.

(I know some people like that too.)

Polar bears are left-handed.

(If they switch, they’ll live a lot longer.)

Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.

(What about that pig??)

One thing I will never understand is time. I fear time as much as I fear the dark, and yet I crave for more. Where does it go? Why doesn’t it get here sooner?

I am tired @ 8PM and want to go to bed. But work against my body, fighting the urge because I know that I will make up @ 2AM and not be able to get back to sleep. So I wait a few more hours, and then I no longer want to go to bed.

I’m afraid to sleep. As the night goes on, I want to go less and less. Yet once I get there, I don’t want to leave. Just like growing up. Longing to be grown-up, then getting there and not wanting to get old.

I want my clock to say 9:59 for eternity.

According to Chatelaine, my perfect mate is:

You prefer someone who will never stop challenging your intellect. He’s smart and independent and is on a constant search for knowledge. His tastes are eclectic—from Sci-fi to fine art, you never know what he’s going to get into. Discovering things together is stimulating and quenches your thirst for self-discovery.

Things to watch out for: His over-logical nature can lead to inflexibility. He won’t decide something’s right until it’s been thoroughly investigated. Instincts are not his forte.

So who did I just describe?

My cousin lent me Season 1 of Queer as Folk. Now I can’t help but see
him, in the role of Justin. “Get out, get out get out.” *bangs head to
clear horrible images* This show is making me wish I were a whore. The
descriptive way Justin retells the events of his first time having sex
with Brian.

The promiscuity of random sex partners. The fantasy of new things. But
that’s not who I am, nor will I ever be. A train I am proud to say I
never caught. It makes living with yourself easier. Wow this is a
dirty show.