germs

Tonight on the way to Dairy Queen, as I was rubbing sanitizer into my hands and mumbling something about not being able to stand shaking hands with so many people, my mom accused me of having a phobia and being "weird." While I didn't really appreciate that (though I'm certainly no stranger to accusations of weirdness), I must admit there's something to it.

Barack Obama and wife Michelle did the fist bump Tuesday night. The Washington Post called it "the fist bump heard 'round the world." Time magazine posted a story entitled, A Brief History of the Fist Bump. An excerpt:

I’m convinced that as a mother of babies, toddlers and elementary-aged children, I was the bomb. 

Also, cleanliness is a corporate scam pushed by a small cabal of soap manufacturers.

No really.

Talked with a friend today who has young kids.

Sick young kids.

Yacking, hurling, stinky, stanky, skunky sick young kids.

So he was about launch into how they were trying to manage the situation I put my arm on his shoulder and shared with him a little AtwoodZoo advice. And as my Kenzo says, "this comes from experience.

And so this is what I shared with him...

Food allergies. Sure, I can't consume alcohol and my eyes swell when I take aspirin or ibuprofen. But I don't need any of those things to survive or enjoy myself. But if the day ever comes that I'm allergic to food? Just kill me.

I went to Baptist today to do my Pre-Op stuff for my upcoming Endozapectomy next week. I was not the least bit nervous about the whole procedure thing until they started going over the list of things that could possibly happen to me whilst I’m out. Especially the part about “waking during surgery” and maybe it was just me, but, the lady seemed to have a spooky echo to her voice when she said “EVEN DEATH.”

But, I did dream about worms again this morning: My mom and dad and I were in a house, and there were worms and I had to get rid of them, and I had to do it, not somebody else, and I was grossed out by them, and they carried lots of germs, and I had to get rid of 'em by catching them and cooking them in the oven. I wondered why I couldn't just flush them, but the answer was they might get out into the environment.

Consciously, I love earthworms, but subconsciously, I hate them. I've