I’m not crazy I just lay everything on the table and am brutally honest. I was on a job interview a week ago and the General Manager asked, what I think, is a silly question: “Why do you want this job?” I told the truth “Because right now you are doing it all wrong.”
I have OCD, clinically diagnosed, and that’s no secret to those that know me. I’m an expert at making eggs sunny side up. I have to eat around the yolk because I need to put the entire unbroken yolk in my mouth at once…told ya life with me is a day at the fun house.
I wasn’t blessed with a hairless body and sometimes there is a need to shave portions of my back. Let me tell you there is no way to look cool and attempt to remove these unwanted patches. I swear I’m gonna dislocate my shoulder one of these days.
I floss with dental tape (not floss) at least five times a day and I think the feeling of a Q-Tip with warm water in my ear is one of the greatest feelings in the world.
It bothers me when people on morning TV say “As you head out the door this morning….”—-where else are you gonna vacate your home? Ya gonna rappel down the side of your house from your second story window?
I love the smell of a magic marker. I believe you need to have Glass Plus within reach at all times. I have a King Size bed with a sleep number mattress…..I don’t sleep in my bed. I sleep on the couch and MUST have a TV on 24 hours a day.
I really get pissed when someone is mean to an older person. Old people have knowledge….talk to them…they have many answers we seek.
I have never owned a bathrobe and I never will unless I decide to go after a black belt in karate. When I see televised arm wrestling I assume those that are watching are never gonna be able to split an atom.
I live alone so I spend most of my day in my boxers…..only bad thing about that is Tuesday and Friday nights when I wheel out my garbage….sorry neighbors…just look away.
I could go on…but ya just might think I’m crazy.
My mother will be 74 in October. I moved here to West Palm Beach in 2004 to be on the radio and keep an eye on her. Somehow the roles have reversed in the past two years since I have not been working and now she sees me as a kid again. It’s almost as though she relishes in the fact that she can mother me again. I was always a saver and banked my money. My biggest fear has always been being broke and homeless. I honestly believe that if I started working again my mother would think that her purpose in life has been eliminated. We actually had a conversation the other night about life insurance polices…..mainly mine. I found out that parents really don’t want to discuss your eventual demise…they morph into an endless dialogue about the medications they are on and how they can’t keep up with technology.
My mother still cuts her own grass, goes to church every Sunday, works full-time and can take a knife and a cucumber and make it into a work of art. She offers strange words of wisdom: “Take a shower every morning to wash all the viruses off of you.” The battery on her cordless phone is going and her solution is to plug-in her old land line. She says things that I don’t know how to respond to: “I’m taking the long way home because it’s raining and I can’t see in the dark.”
She refers to her answering machine as a “recorder” and always asks me about relatives that have passed; “Do you remember Aunt Fran?” Aunt Fran died 20 years ago…it’s not like Spock gave me the Vulcan mind meld. I can’t get off the phone without her asking if I washed things I eat. “Wash those tomatoes…people like to pick through them.” God help society if there weren’t chickens because eventually the conversation will turn to eggs. “Everything is good in moderation…you need eggs for protein. I remember Grandma cutting the head off the chickens and plucking the feathers. We used to pick our own eggs and now they are two dollars a dozen.” How do you respond to that?
I plan on throwing up the white flag and saying “Happy Mother’s Day!!!”