So I was reading my dear friend’s blog about her pet peeve social faux pas and realized that I am an offender of #3 “Licking fingers is never, ever, EVER acceptable.” Sorry girl, guilty. But that is not the oddest part, as I thought about this particular no-no, I realize I have really specific rules about it.
- I will NEVER lick my fingers without immediately wiping my hands on a napkin.
- I lick my fingers in hopes of preserving the cleanliness of my napkin, i.e. bbq sauce, cake frosting and other sticky messes get licked first to keep my napkin from getting goopy.
- I lick my fingers if they have salt or something crumbly on them, so that I won’t sprinkle the crumbs everywhere I use the napkin.
- I won’t lick my fingers if the offending mess isn’t tasty, like oil, that would go straight to a napkin.
- I won’t lick my fingers or eat the last bit food (where I am touching it) if I think my hands aren’t completely clean. This happens a lot at amusement parks and such. I hold the pretzel in one spot, eat most if it and the last bit goes in the trash.
So there you have it. Another one of my neuroses.
The title has nothing to do with my post, well maybe it does. Anyway, I’m tired. My mind is so full it is making me tired. I have brain fatigue. Things are popping out of my brain at the strangest times and I just have to say something out loud so that someone will have a clue what is going through my brain. But then again, I’ve found myself asking, “Did ever say this to you or was that just in my head?”
Brain fatigue is an odd thing. My mind won’t shut up because it is trying to keep track of everything. So I have dumb, pointless thoughts right along side really important things that need to be kept track of. So inside my head is like:
“We’re off to see the wizard–buy toothpaste–where did that W9 form go?–64 new emails–copy/paste–It’s getting better all the tiiiiiime–yawn–Better add that to my to-do list–meeting–buy flour”
I have maybe seen 2 double-yolked eggs in my entire life. That is until a couple of weeks ago.
The last time I was grocery shopping, I bought extra large eggs instead of the regular large that I typically buy. When I cracked the first one, it was a double-yolk. I thought it was a bit odd, but the strangeness continued. The next day I got another…and then another…
Turns out NINE eggs in that dozen had double yolks. That’s right…NINE. Clearly, the end is near.
I did a little research and here is what I can tell you about double-yolked eggs:
– In Asian markets they sell them by the dozen.
– There is nothing genetically wrong with them.
– They eat just fine.
– While they are fairly uncommon, some chickens have a propensity for laying them.
– Younger hens tend to lay them more often.
– They have a more elongated shape.
– They are a sign of good luck (cha-ching!)
I know full well that you are supposed to set reasonable goals for yourself, reasonable expectations as to what you will do by when. So why is it that I always have huge grandiose ideas about what I can get done in a short amount of time. Mind you, sometimes I reach those lofty goals and maybe that is part of the problem. Usually though, I completely wear myself out in the process and end up thinking, “Man, why did I push so hard?”
On the other hand, setting reasonable goals and finishing all I set out to do, feels like I skipped stuff. Oh brother.
Sometimes you just see something odd.
This morning I saw a car in the parking garage with all of its windows down, but all of its doors closed. There was a briefcase on the ground beside the passenger rear tire. There was a half-full bag of dog food on the roof of the car. There was a fast food drink cup on the driver’s side hood of the car.
And no one in sight. Hrm.
People ask if you are a morning or a night person. That is a tough question to answer for me. Though lately, I can’t stay up to save my life, I do think I avoid going to bed. I am not sure why, but I just don’t want to most of the time. If I could take a pill that made me feel rested, I’d just as soon skip the night all together and just start the next day around 9pm.
I don’t have trouble sleeping most of the time, but it just feels like a hinderance, a chore I would rather skip. The flip side is in the morning, I have trouble getting up. I am sure my internal clock is just off somehow, but I wish I had any idea how to straighten it out.
Everytime I see notebooks in a store, I want to buy one.