When OCD's collide

Okay I admit it, I have a problem with incessant cleaning. It could be worse though...right? I am continually bleaching, and sweeping, and mopping, and laundering... you get the point. So a few days ago, when I literally had nothing left to clean, I picked up one of my old video games. When I got my guitar hero, I had to try to get a one hundred percent on everything. I had to buy all the extra guitars, and songs, and whatever other accoutrement there was to be had. When I got my dance dance revolution, I had to try every single fricken song before I could try something else. When I got each of my Final Fantasy's I spent enormous amounts of time making my characters "awesome". Final Fantasy Ten was a good hundred and fifty hours of time I'll never get back. But at least then I had two things to do, go to work at my kick ass job, or play my play station. Hey I was 21 okay? I could have been way worse. So the other day when I busted it out for the I think third time, I figured, what the hell, I won't over do it this time, I'm much older. Last night when there were five dishes in the sink and I was feeling guilty about them, but too busy making my characters more uber, I came to a realization, rather two realizations. One, I will always have some kind of mild OCD. (But truth be told, I don't think having a tidy house, is a bad one, after all I could need to repeat the same action 8 times every time). And two, the only thing that will stop me from OCD cleaning, is *sigh* OCD something else, usually video game related. Oh well, I've heard guys dig chicks who play video games. Mike doesn't complain about it anyway. Lmfao

Par for the course

Yesterday started with the realization that I only had three eggs, no mustard, and one dryer sheet. *Sigh* I cooked one of the eggs, and of course Phoenix decided he didn't like eggs today. Joy. I talk to my BFF for what is never enough time... we both have very willful toddlers. *Smile* I inevitably unload more of my current inner turmoil than I wanted to, and today feel guilty about that. *Sigh* I'll do better tonight... if she calls. I wouldn't blame her if she needed a break from me. But I digress, back to Craptastic Sunday. Phoenix refuses lunch and is sent to his nap, screeches rivaling a howler monkey. I get in some more BFF phone time, and do some character leveling on Final Fantasy while getting an hour in on the exercise ball. Endorphins my ass. I do not feel better. In fact, I'm not sure what you do with this thing besides bounce. Oh well, at least the heart rate is up. Phoenix wakes up in a less than stellar mood and is immediately sent back to his room for assaulting his mother with a kick to the shin. He throws things, screams things like "why" and "noooooo". Punctuating this mammoth tantrum with a horrid guttural noise that he picked up from an eight year old menace. Terrible twos suck ass! The foray into holy terror lasts for forty five minutes, no joke. I wish I was exaggerating. Now I need to drag the garbage can up the hill. So I unlock the door and then nearly pull my arm out of socket when it refuses to budge. What now? Apparently the doorknob is broken. Enter "manly man" who practically shoves the "little lady" aside to fix the problem. *Grrrrr* Um, who was on HER way to take care of the garbage? I'm just saying. An hour later Phoenix is banished to bed. Oh yeah, he refused his dinner too. Full on melt down. Any way the door eventually has to be pulled off the hinges. It's Fifty degrees outside. Brilliant. When it does come off, the inner workings of the doorknob disintegrate and fall to the ground like a bag of candy. Crap. So at 7:30 p.m. Mike's dad is here with a new doorknob and a receipt for the landlord. Awesome. An hour later I have a new doorknob, a child who is still not asleep, and a headache. But I've logged another hour on the exercise ball. For what is I think the first time in my life, I am looking forward to Monday.

More comic relief

There will be another post either today or tomorrow with actual content, but for now an excerpt from this weeks "Coffee Break" that I found a little funny.

A little boy needed $50 very badly and prayed for weeks, but nothing happened. Then he decided to write God a letter requesting the $50. When the post office received the letter to God, USA, they decided to send it to the president.
The president was so amused t hat he instructed his secretary to send the little boy a $5 bill. The president thought this would appear to be a lot of money to a little boy.
The little boy was delighted to have received the $5 bill and sat down to write a thank you note to God, which read:
"Dear God: 'Thank you very much for sending the money. However, I noticed that for some reason you sent it through Washington D.C., an, as usual, those turkeys kept $45 in taxes.'"

A-Z survey

Today I checked A's blog first, and there was a survey. I am addicted to surveys. But it's a good one, and I hadn't got today's blog fully thought out yet, so here goes some filler!


-A -
Available: Only on days that end with "y", yeah I'm a loser
Age: 28
Annoyance: Science has yet to give me a teleportation device, or Washington, or the 600 or so miles between me and home
-B -
Best feature: my heart
Beer: Yes please, oh wait, its 8:35 in the morning
Birthday: April 14
-C -
Crush: Orange, grape sucks
Car: crashed it 5 years ago
Candy: Abbazabba you're my only friend, (in Washington)
-D -
Day or night: doesn't matter, it's always dark here
Dream car: 1934 3 window coupe
Dogs or Cats: Both
-E -
Egg nog: not right now
E-mail: No one ever does
-F -
Favorite colour(s): Chrome
Favorite Band: Me First and the Gimme Gimmies
-G -
Gummy Bears or Worms: Sour patch kids
Giver or taker: Giver
-H -
Hair Color: Dark brownish red
Height: 5' 1" if measured with thick shoes on, ;)
Happy: One of my favorite dwarves
-I -
Ice Cream: gives me heart burn, but I still eat the Raider's one
Instrument: Phoenix's accordian
Idol: my brother Amos
-J -
Jewelry: Three rings, one from my mom, and two that were my grandma's
Job: domestic engineer, music maker, dreamer of dreams
Jail: not yet thank God
-K -
Kids: Phoenix
Kickboxing or karate: Mui Thai
Kindergarten: I used to practice counting at recess, I didn't have any friends
-L -
Longest Car Ride: To Missouri and back for my brother's graduation from Basic Training
-M -
Meat: I heart poultry
Most missed person: Robert Virgen
Movie Last Watched: Zoom
-N -
Number of Siblings: I have a brother
Name: apparently yesterday it was elephant, thanks son
-O -
One wish: I'd really dig that teleporter
One regret: That I can't go back
-P -
Part of your appearance you like best: yellow converse
Perfectionist: I try
-Q -
Quick or Slow: Quick to notice, too slow to catch him most of the time
Quiet or loud: loud
-R -
Reason to smile: Phoenix
Reality TV Shows: I like game shows
-S -
Song Last Heard: Superman by Five for Fighting, it was in the movie
Season: There is only one in Washington, WET
Shoes you're wearing: none
-T -
Time you woke up: I got out of bed at 7:30
Time you went to bed: I tried to sleep all night, but I went to bet at 10:45
Time Now: 8:49 a.m.
Time for bed: can't come soon enough
-U -
Unpredictable: I'm so damn unpredictable you already know it's coming *smile*
Underwear: polka dotted
-V -
Vegetable you hate: I don't do radishes
Vegetable you love: broccoli, squash, potatoes, ah I heart most of them
Vacation spot: beach
-W-
Worst habit: self deprecation
Where are you going to next: the post office
Weather: Rain
-X -
X-tra special someone: I can count them on my fingers
X-rays: I glow now, probably shouldn't have any more if possible
-Y -
Year it is now: 2008
Yellow: I vaguely remember an orb in the sky that was that color, I believe in California they call it the sun
-Z -
Zoo Animal: Bush babies
Zodiac Sign: Aries

It backfired

This morning I was getting ready to go to the post office to see if something I'd been expecting had arrived. Of course this meant that Mike was going to ask me to get him cigarettes because well, he's trying to quit. Yeah I don't get it either. Anyway if I'm going to have to get his cigarettes he's going to have to deal with me getting something for myself. I break down and get myself a Pepsi and a bag of salt and vinegar kettle chips. When I get home I open the bag, and of course, even though he doesn't know what they are, Phoenix starts in with "I want one!". Now, I never give the boy chips, the only time I think he really gets them is if someone else gives them to him before I realize it. Anyway I decide that there is no way that he's going to like them, and thus giving him one will be the easiest way to deter him from chips. Wrong. The funniest face I've ever seen was quickly followed by an "Mmmmmm" and a salty little hand reaching up for another one. Damn it, it backfired. Now I should have known better, because about a month ago the same thing happened with green tea. He kept asking for a drink and I figured that the tea coupled with the fact that I drink it with no sugar, would not be something he was into. Wrongo buddy! Needless to say, he had a few chips this morning.

I WANT MY DADDY

I know, I know, I sound like a spoiled rotten brat. Oh well. *grins* My parents and I try to see each other at least every couple of months. And the last time I seen them was the middle of August, so it's time. At first I didn't think they were going to be here until November. Ah, but in true dad fashion, my mom said last night that they would probably be making a trip in the next couple of weeks. Just a little nod to them, they live six hundred miles away and still see their grandchild more than some closer living relatives. At any rate I am so excited. They have yet to get to spend a Thanksgiving with us, and there are some things that I really wish they could be around for, like when I was a kid. This decision to come early is great for two reasons. Number one I can go with MY mom to get Phoenix a Halloween costume. Without worrying about taking too long, or being a burden with every breath we take. We can go to the pumpkin patch. And even better I can have a Thanksgiving dinner with them. I thought about it, and you know what, the third Thursday in November means exactly that to me. It's the third Thursday in November. I don't really have a desire to celebrate the ruin of an entire indigenous people. Thanksgiving is just that, thanks giving. And for me personally, it's about thanking God for the things he has blessed me with. Another year with my dad, the son they said I'd never have, the kidney I haven't had to receive yet. I thank him daily for giving us another day. And the prospect of getting to have a big dinner in celebration of that, with my parents, almost makes me giddy. It actually changed my morning routine today. For the first time in ages my OCD ebbed. Instead of doing the magic overnight dishes, I fished out the dusty, all but forgotten recipe box and picked out pie options. I've narrowed it down to like 25, *smiles*. And that's okay because that's what I remember when I was young. A whole table just for the different pies. Of course I won't make 25 pies, but ten is definitely an option! Oh and the turkey, and stuffing, and deviled eggs, and Swedish meatballs, and chili beans, and cornbread, and mashed potatoes, and corn, and taco salad made with extra loves, and Hawaiin bread, and fruit salad, and I'm rambling on about today's happy so I'm gonna close now.

That's funny

I've been meaning to post this for a few days, but since Mike is pretending to quit smoking, he has created a permanent butt dent in this chair. He says it's keeping him from smoking, except the only time he walks away from this thing is to smoke. I however, am on day six! Yay me! But enough on that. Over the last month I have heard some really funny things out of the mouths of children, most of them all around the age of eight. All of these are reactions/questions or caused by a commercial they'd seen on the television.

1. When Chris and Jenny came over for the fourth of July this conversation took place. : "Chris you'd better not forget to put on your sun screen, you do not want to end up with skin cancer". "Yeah dad, or genital herpes". And they say having Valtrex commercials in the middle of after school programming doesn't matter. *grins*
   
2. Upon seeing the KY Yours and Mine, (I think that's what its's called), commercial. "Is that a hair care product, because that's the only thing I can see that's different about them"
3. One of my cousins saw the Activia commercial and proceeded to exclaim, "That is so cool, a yogurt for your period!"

I'm just saying I won't be terribly surprised if I hear a small child's commentary on Viagra sometime soon. I think it's funny though, to hear how a child's mind interprets things. That whole genital herpes thing cracked me up.