Two Six Hundred
This is my 600th post. I am not a huge celebrator of anniversaries or numbers or quite frankly, any fucking thing. But six hundred is a fuckton of writing. I can't believe that my blog is almost three years old. Although my blogging has waned at times, I have never once (to my spotty recollection) considered throwing in the towel. Either than means I'm too stubborn or too lazy to quit. Whatever. I have learned to make sentences out of single words. I have learned just how much skin I am willing to show off to the world, and how little I care that I am spewing my personal business for all the innernets to see.
I've also realized that I censor some things, while other things just fall the fuck out of my brain and I plain forget to post them. Like the new car. We bought a car a week or two ago, new to us not brand new. And I never posted about it. I'm not posting about it now, although I plan on taking a picture of the missing door handle and posting about that in short order. Teddy Bear is quite well known for breaking shit. There is a technical term for it (help me out here Eliza) but I like to call it "Bull in a china shop" syndrome. Where Teddy Bear is the Bull and the china shop is the world. Shit, the car is probably parked in the driveway and I could take a picture of it and post it right now. Except for the fact that I am horizontal and clad only in my skull and crossbones with a Santa hat undies, tucked warmly into bed and I am NOT moving for your entertainment people.
Back to the door handle. TB was attempting to open the driver's side car door and he ripped off the handle. This was the fucking FOURTH handle that he has removed accidentally in his very short lifetime. Luckily for him, he has never done it to my car, but he has done it to friends vehicles. The new handle has been procured and will be installed by us this weekend, but WTF, man! Sometimes, I think about the possibility of TB handling a newborn baby and then the world goes all black and HEY! he wouldn't break a baby would he?
I've also realized that I censor some things, while other things just fall the fuck out of my brain and I plain forget to post them. Like the new car. We bought a car a week or two ago, new to us not brand new. And I never posted about it. I'm not posting about it now, although I plan on taking a picture of the missing door handle and posting about that in short order. Teddy Bear is quite well known for breaking shit. There is a technical term for it (help me out here Eliza) but I like to call it "Bull in a china shop" syndrome. Where Teddy Bear is the Bull and the china shop is the world. Shit, the car is probably parked in the driveway and I could take a picture of it and post it right now. Except for the fact that I am horizontal and clad only in my skull and crossbones with a Santa hat undies, tucked warmly into bed and I am NOT moving for your entertainment people.
Back to the door handle. TB was attempting to open the driver's side car door and he ripped off the handle. This was the fucking FOURTH handle that he has removed accidentally in his very short lifetime. Luckily for him, he has never done it to my car, but he has done it to friends vehicles. The new handle has been procured and will be installed by us this weekend, but WTF, man! Sometimes, I think about the possibility of TB handling a newborn baby and then the world goes all black and HEY! he wouldn't break a baby would he?
Labels: Rambling, Teddy Bear, WTF



10 Comments:
you gotta be kidding, right??? he breaks of door handles?? What the hell is wrong with this man? Did he not learn from the first time he did so, one needs to treat door handles with a little less strength than he does??? wtf???
thank for making me crack up! Go TB!!!
and congrats on no. 600!
have a good weekend...
just remember that babies are hard to break...
and hopefully he will be kinda gentle with something that is flesh of his flesh... :)
peace...
Is he the freakin' man of steal? I mean door handles? Jesus dude, lay off!
Happy anniversary, by the way. You are a better woman than I!
Wow - that's some strength to break a door handle on a car door.
For awhile, when I was a teenager, I had a problem with breaking the windows in car doors. Apparently, if you leave a window halfway down, and the window is not secure in the door and a bit wobbly and you slam the door hard - the window shatters. It is repeatable - much to my parents horror.
Happy 600th sweetie!!!! My goodness door handle on a car??? Does TB shake hands with ppl then walk away with there hand?
im the same way. i used to post every day for close to 2 years. now i am down to about once a week. but never ever considered hanging it up for good. i celebrated the 1st yr anniversary but now dont recall the birthday. go figure.
Happy 600th!
He'll probably be extra careful with a baby out of fear of what his massive strength could do. He'll only touch it with his fingertips and make you do all the heavy lifting.
Poor proprioception and undersensitivity to pressure. Maybe. Or maybe dude is just a FREAK. I prefer to refer to it as his "Wookie-esque" affect.
Oh, and y'all? She's totally not kidding. When I went into a coma at the mall that one time and she was able to shove me in a sort of coordinated freefall into the passenger seat of her car and take me home that way she sent him out to get me out of the car and into the house, and he just kind of casually reached into the car, lifted with his iron mitts, and propelled me into the house, still fairly comatose, with very little assistance from me. I don't think he'd break a newborn, because my body is about as durable as that of a newborn, and he was surprisingly careful (although had I struggled at all it could have gotten ugly I suppose) and didn't hurt me a bit (whereas my own husband ALWAYS hurts me when trying to drag me around while I'm comatose).
I think a lot of it comes from him just not THINKING about how hard he's touching or grabbing things--with a baby he'd be thinking about it, TRUST me. Men are terrified of tiny babies for the most part, plus he'd fear your wrath if he were to pull one of the baby's legs off like the drumstick of a rotisserie chicken.
What I'm more concerned about is what he'd have to, er, HANDLE, to get you PREGNANT. Not his (those things are pretty durable), YOURS. OW.
Happy 600 - that really is something! How do you break a car door? Aren't they bolted in?!
Yay on 600!
Yay for santa hat undies (I think).
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