Monday, January 08, 2007

Some Little Unknown Facts About Me....

I am not sure why I am telling all of you who read my blog these little unknown facts about me.

Maybe because I fell guilty because everyone is always telling me their most personal informations like...ummmm One time guy comes in and is like I am having chest pain...his heart rate 151...and he is like my balls are sticky.

What? Chest pain + sticky Balls (Testicals people, Nuts)= using Crack...
I say come clean and tell me what you have been doing...He says,"okay, I have been smoking crack and hanging out with some girls...well I think theiy were girls"...talk about TMI

1. I am a bacterica Phobe...I can't eat chicken or any meat that has been left out for more than 30 minutes. I can't eat meat that has any sign of freezer burn.

2. I love to pop zits..I am somewhat obessessive about the boil. My poor boyfriend gets put through the picking machine every time I see him. He knows this fact about me and tolerates it only because He gets my juice box, or at least that is what he tells me. Poor guy grew up in a family that is not touchy feely and then he gets to be apart of my family that will make out with you(even slip you the tongue if you don't watch out) when they meet you for the first time...

3. My car contains shoes,( lots of them). clothes, the kitchen sink, socks, various shades of lipstick, tampons, millions of little peices of paper that I might need to write on one day so I can't get rid of them, a blanket (just in case I get stuck in a bilizzard. Hey I know I live in the desert but you just never know), and tide detergent. That is not even including the trunk...let's not go there.

4. I must light candles, put on mood music, no one can be in the house, the lights must be turned down and I must say to myself ,"It is okay everyone is doing it". This all has to take place when I go to the bathroom and that is just to pee cause that is all I do... nothing else. I swear I swear.

5. I am chronically on the phone. I think that I would die...die with out my phone with me. It is like my life line. I am always always on the phone talking with my friends and family. If my phone is not attached to my ear permently; it is attached to my arse.

So, there you have it. Not as interesting as Chest pain+ Sticky Balls= smoking crack, but that is all I got for ya!!

Go figure?

12 comments:

Spc. Freeman said...

Sticky balls and crack. On the one hand, I want that to be a band name, and on the other I feel a sudden and intense need to light my clothes on fire in a trash can and collapse into a ball, sobbing, in a corner of my shower. Very Ace Ventura.

Nice blog though. I think I'll be back.

Milo

Just telling it like it is said...

freeman: OMG your right that is soooo sounds like a Famous Band name...
I can see it now...Hey girls I love that song who is playing that...OMG that is Sicky Balls and Crack..
Got to love them..
thanks for stopping by...

Baba Ganoush said...

I picked a fine time to visit for the first time...lol!

Anytime you can write about zits, crack, balls, and other bodily functions more power to you.

I shall stop back as well.

Lightning Bug's Butt said...

You talk on the phone with your ass?

Just telling it like it is said...

lightning: I'm mulitalented..

Baba: I hope you would not expect anything less...I mean once I got used to say the word balls...I couldn't stop myself...
Incase you were wondering before nursing school I was a shy country girl now I am like...balls big balls...balls..sweaty smelly balls no problem..

Queen of the Mayhem said...

I knew there was a reason I liked you! Those are helarious! I know my husband just LOVES all my little neurotic tendencies I am nice enough to share with him on a daily basis! You are right about one thing.....there is very little we can do to cause a man to leave when sex is being given on a regular basis! :)

Beth said...

first of all...Hey Hillbilly!

Now, I hate to talk on the phone..HATE it!! So don't even think about callin me, kay?

I love to pop me some blackheads!!! My sons see me comeing and they RUN!!! NOOOO!!! But I HAVE to get them out, they are nasty and ugly and they are calling my name!!!

my car is also a mess...does that mean our lives are a mess too?

You need to tell more stories of sticky balls! Love it!

mist1 said...

I want to get trapped in your car if we wear the same size shoe.

Steven Novak said...

I love zit popping as well...

Especially my wifes...

I'm a sick man. ;)

Steve~

Superstar said...

EWWWW how on earth could you be a germ-aphobe and want to pop zits?!?!?! This doesn't make any sence in my world of logic
~shakes head~

Crack balls...I want some! Sounds like some Asian dessert! LOL ;o)

Crack-balls...
LOL ;o)

The MERKIN MAN said...

I never heard about the sticky balls and crack. Thanks.

Juicebox.

Brian said...

I have officially learned something useful today. I now know that sweaty balls + chest pain = crack smoker. That may or may not come in handy someday.