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So That Happened

On Sunday, David and I walked into the town pharmacy. The teenager behind the counter turned around, saw me, and said, “Wow.”

I smiled at him; it was the least I could do for someone so taken with me.

“I thought you were my mother,” he said.

My smile faded immediately.

I calmly replied, “I hope you’re referring to a young floozy your father recently married and not the woman who originally spawned you.”

He shook his head, “No.”

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At My Wit’s End (Not really)

I just saw someone on Facebook describe their two year old as “witty.” I wanted to write, “Hello! Is your kid a prodigy who has mastered the nuances of the human condition, or are we just throwing that word around now?”

Instead, I just liked the post, because I’m not a monster. I’ll talk to that kid one day, and judge for myself.

 

 

 

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General Update: Fitness and the Future

A few important things have happened in the last hour:

  1. I purchased a new FitBit using credit card reward points.
    Context: I was an early adopter of the original FitBit, but after a while it became a burden because I had to charge it all the time. Also the early FitBit did not display the time, only dots. So it always appeared as those I was wearing a watch, when in fact I was wearing a step-tracker. When people would stop me and politely ask for the time, I had to tell them I did not know the time. They would look at my FitBit, decide it was a watch, and fancy me either super lazy or rude for not telling them the time. Upon seeing the movement of their eyes, I would have to explain, “This doesn’t tell me the time. It just tracks my steps. I’m at four dots.” This explanation solved nothing.
    The new FitBit I ordered shows the time. Progress.
  2. I fit into some pair of size 2 jeans. Sort of. I’m wearing them right now and want to take them off because they are tight and my belly is hanging out, and I hate jeans. WHAT IS THE POINT OF JEANS?
  3. I’m thinking all this talk about building bunkers is very interesting.
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On Baby Making for Real

I talk a big game, but not talking about baby-making is a New Year resolution that I never planned to keep. In fact, in full disclosure, I didn’t even say what I wrote in that post. Those were David’s words/hopes for us this year.

I’m super interested in baby-making with David. I’ve learned a few things over the past year that I shall impart to you:

  1. When we originally decided it was time to create progeny, I went to see a lady doctor for a check-up and some advice. “Have intercourse every other day, between periods,” was her advice. That was her advice. FOR REAL. “You don’t need to have it every day. That’s too much,” she explained.
    “Whew, yeah, because every day would be really difficult,” I said, as though every other day was really easy for us, a married couple in their 30s.
  2. I started tracking our love-making and keeping notes. I made charts. My charts demonstrated that tracking love-making has an inverse relationship with David’s interest in love-making. See below.
  3. Some motivation approaches are no good. Desperately crying, “Put a baby in me, David!” made him erect precisely 0% percent of the time.
  4. I went to a different lady doctor, because lady doctor number 1 went to volunteer in Africa. This is the second time I’ve had a healthcare provider selfishly abandon me for this reason. Anyway, lady doctor number 2 told me about ovulation strips. These are strips you pee on, and when you are ovulating, they show a little line, and that’s prime time to make love.
    “You mean, we don’t have to have intercourse every other day?” I asked.
    She looked at me like I was crazy. I thought, “This is the lady doctor for me.”
  5. I bought the cheapest ovulation strips I could find. For some reason, the strips I originally bought showed that I was ovulating for six days straight! David was disappointed when he learned that the strips were defective. He wasn’t disappointed that we hadn’t made a baby, to be clear. He was disappointed that I bought cheap strips, which is fair.

The following month, we were ready to go with new strips, but then the election happened, and up is down and the world is a chaotic void that we feel guilty bringing a baby into.

genetic-legacy-chart

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Catch-up

My recent posts have been abysmal. This is not my fault. Just kidding, obviously it is.

Well it’s late September, and a lot has happened since the last online posting: I’ve done more stand-up, written more sketches, and practiced more tennis. I was also a groomsman in a wedding. I took this role really seriously, as I do any time I am appointed to stand by my friend’s side as a trusted friend to see them off into a lifetime of happiness. The ceremony was beautiful, and the bride and groom looked stunning. The speeches were also spectacular, and I captured them all on video. The only problem is that I’m not good at capturing video, so the quality of video is very poor.

Weddings are always a great opportunity to practice meeting new people. During the rehearsal dinner, I spoke with a lovely young woman and her husband rather extensively. We spoke about their custom wedding ring, the meal, how long they had been married, and shared compliments about the bride the groom. I was so pleased to have had a successful social encounter with new people.

The next day, I spoke with this woman again, and we talked about how great the wedding was. I also commented that the rehearsal dinner was top-notch as well, and she shared that she could not remember anything from the rehearsal dinner, because she was a high functioning narcoleptic. So even though she might have seemed awake, she was fast asleep for the entire event. I said, “Oh, but we had an extensive conversation yesterday!” and she said, “Did we?! I don’t remember any of it!” and laughed.

 

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Where I am in life

I’m at this odd point in my life where I like getting my hand stamped at bars, so people know I’m cool and I frequent places where people under 21 try to go, but are restricted.

But I also can’t leave the stamp on my hand, because my friends with kids won’t let me hold their babies if they suspect I’m bad at washing my hands.

hand-stamped

 

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Re-tracing my steps

When David goes out of town, I like to buy everything on our joint credit card, so he can re-trace my steps if anything should happen to me.

Today he called and asked, “Did you really go to Pinkberry four times yesterday?”

And I was like, “Are you judging me…. or confirming our credit card wasn’t stolen?”

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Dungeons and Dragons

I have joined a team of people to play Dungeons and Dragons, and there’s a 172 page manual you’re supposed to review beforehand.

Before the meeting, our Dungeon Master said we didn’t have to read it, but when I arrived at the first meeting where we declare our characters, class and race, it was instantly clear to me that everyone had done significant preparation work.

“That will be useful against the Drow,” said the Dungeon master, in response to one player’s suggestion. Everyone nodded as though that meant something to them.

 

Anyway, you’re probably wondering what I have selected for my character. Let me tell you: I’m a Barbarian High Elf. As a Barbarian, I’m not sure if I will select Path of the Ki Warrior or Path of the Shaman. “Why not Path of the Healer?” you ask. Well, good question. I think for the most part, it would be misguided of me to take on a role in the medicine space. What if I could not save my friends? I’d be devastated and unable to continue playing the game. The burden would be too much.

You’re probably also thinking, “A High Elf? You are the most grounded, open-minded writer I’ve ever read! You’re not one to look down on others!” Sure sure, this is a role play exercise though, so I thought I would dabble in superiority for a while. I suspect putting on airs might suit me just fine.

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How Do I Get Him to Notice Me?

David is out of town. He never checks in when he’s out of town. I have access to his Amazon Prime account. I want to order a bunch of random stuff (rope, rubbing alcohol, industrial cleaner, a machete, trash bags) so he starts paying attention to me.

He’ll call and say, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”

Here’s how I envision the conversation.

(phone ring)
Me: Hi David!

Him: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Me: Missing you! What are you doing?

Him: No. Those purchases. Why did you make those purchases on my Amazon account.

Me: Hmm? Oh those! I can explain.

Him: Go ahead.

Me: I absolutely needed next day shipping, and you have Amazon prime.

Him: Why did you buy a machete?

Me: I’m just doing my usual thing when you’re out of town. Anyway! What are you up to? How is it going!?

Him: It’s going okay.

Me: I think it would be best if you told people you were in town hanging out with me this weekend. Gotta go! Love you! Can’t wait till you get back!

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