First off, a shout out to author Sarah Burningham from Harper Studio Publishers in NY, for listing my blog as one she visits for a laugh. Shhh, everyone act natural, and put on your best "New-York-hip-dressed-in-black-with-a-side-of-Big-Apple-Pizza" so she'll feel welcome. (Her book BOYOLOGY just hit shelves. If you have teenagers, check it out.)
Contest Winners for the Gigantic Signed Book Giveaway:
Smokey dressed up for the occasion of drawing names, but he had to give me the winners over the phone, due to a previous speaking engagement of his. I'm just happy he found the time in between modeling gigs for Purina Cat Chow.
2. Writing Hannah
3. Steve Weber
Congratulations! Please email me your mailing addresses at brosam (at) gmail (dot) com.
THE LONGEST 25 THINGS ABOUT ME TAG
We are into, I believe, month 3 of the 25 things about me tag. It's gotta be a record or something, right? Shouldn't there be a reward?
Thing about me #16: I love to pick and drain.
I only thought of this because the other day, we were discussing stress dreams.
You know, the ones where you're a waitress, and you can't read your own handwriting, and your uniform is a pair of overalls (because you work at a place called Cowboy Grub), and you forgot to wear a shirt under your overalls, so you're trying to strategically place the straps just right, all the while explaining to the retired folk at Table 3 exactly where the meat in the "Best of the Bull" dish comes from?
Okay, maybe it's just me.
All of my stress dreams are about nude waitressing. Always. Except for the ones where I'm on Broadway, and I can't remember my lines. And I'm a man. Only I can't find my man parts. (Which, I guess really means I'm dreaming I'm a woman. I don't know. Psychology majors out there?)
Stress dreams have nothing to do with my THING #16. So I should probably just erase the above. But I'm not gonna. Cuz that's how I roll.
Thing #16 has to do with my calm, relaxing dreams. And this is where it gets a little gross. (I know, you thought it couldn't get grosser than the Bull Testicles dish. We really did serve it when I worked at The Cowboy Grub. Because that's what you serve at Cowboy-themed restaurants.)
I digress. In my happiest dreams, when life is rather balanced, I dream about Drainage. I love to drain. Okay, I can already tell this is going to be too yuk for the blog, but it's late, and I no longer have a choice, because I have to go whack my hair.
VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED
I dream about removing giant wax plugs from my ears. Squeezing that zit. Scratching that scab. Even hocking logies.
NOT A DREAM
Neighbor A came over to my house one day to show me a cut on her leg. It had become infected, the skin pulled tight, a faint white color under the tissue. I told her it had to be drained.
She didn't believe me. I think because my reaction scared her. I basically ran at her leg with the garden shears, saying, "It'll feel better, and we'll both be happy! Trust me!"
The Instacare ended up draining it and, unfortunately, they didn't have an observation room with a two-way mirror so I could watch. Neighbor A did feel better, and she admitted I was right. But that doesn't make up for my loss. It's not like she could go out and cut her leg again and shove some dirt in the wound just to make me feel better. Unless the preceding sentence gives her some ideas...
Speaking of drainage (which 9 times out of 10, I am) poor little Niece E (not to be confused with her twin sister, Niece E) suffers from an affliction I like to call "Ape Arms". It's where your arms must be an inch too long, because you keep knocking things off of shelves and whacking bystanders in the face. (To clarify, not that they look too long, just that they keep getting caught in doors and stuff).
I know this, because I, too, suffer from a severe case of "Ape Arms". So I was totally empathetic when Niece E slammed her pointer finger in a door, and had to have the resulting ball of pus on the end of her finger drained.
Now, one smashed finger may not be a definitive sign of "Ape Arms", but a couple of days later, when she slammed her middle finger into another door, and had to have that finger drained as well (through the top of the nail. Ewww) the diagnosis was complete.
I had to take a picture, but it really doesn't do it justice, because I took it with my iPhone. The old one, not the new one.
Yep. Ape Arms. She might as well just cut her fingers off, and save a lifetime of bruises.
Oh, to be a doctor in the age of boils.
And just so you know, I found a really cool video of pus being drained from a leg, but I refrained from posting it. I must be growing. Email me if you want the link.
excuse me while i vomit now!ReplyDelete
i am SO the opposite of you...i ran screaming the other way when i see any thing even remotely puss filled or otherwise!
I have a recurring dream that I have something on my tongue that needs to be drained.ReplyDelete
Wow. I've had a drain dream. Should I feel left out? So glad you didn't post the video. I had to even stop reading, finish my breakfast (I was trying to do both) and come back later to finish. Eeeew.ReplyDelete
Dorien- you are missing out on the human experience by not appreciating the pus!ReplyDelete
Shell- you and Sam both.
Debbie- sorry about your breakfast. I should have posted a warning or something.
I am totally laughing about Cowboy Grub because I remember how much you loved explaining exactly what the "best of bull" menu item was! The best thing that the Cowboy Grub offered was both Diet Coke and Diet Pepsi...and the salad bar was pretty good too! As for weird dreams, just last night, I dreamt I went shopping and left all of my children somewhere...but I could never find them! I think I spent half the night searching for them! Nothing like trying to keep up with kids all day long and being panicked about loosing them all night! I need a nap and a trip to the Cowboy Grub salad bar!
Drainage fetish? Then Brodi, this quick video should scratch your itch... Probably borders on pornography for you... http://www.jackassworld.com/videos/1579078/190403ReplyDelete
Monae- Ah, memories at the Grub. You're right though, they do have a good salad bar.ReplyDelete
Kent- EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW! You can't just post stuff like that! Because I have to look! And "fetish" makes it sound so wrong. When it's really so right.
Brodi, you and my niece would get along SO well! She loves to clean people's ears, pick zits (I must admit I do that too), and she even used to clean out her tonsils before she had them removed.ReplyDelete
I'm always naked in my stress dreams too. Normally, it's okay for me to be naked in my dream until halfway through the dream it's like I've just eaten the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. BAM! I'm naked and I shouldn't be and I can't find clothes anywhere!
Okay so I thought the Cowboy Grub was a joke at first, but after reading, that place really does exist, doesn't?ReplyDelete
Thank you for not posting the video but I would be dumb enough to watch it, knowing full well that I shouldn't. Bless you!
Brodi, I understand the urge to drain things. I am similar. It is a need to make things right. I won't say it's a control freak thing because that is so negative and being in control is such a positive. =)
My dreams mostly were about being left or abandoned by friends and/or family. Most likely stemming from my brothers locking me in the basement as a child to leave me there. They said it would be character - all it did was make me lose my voice from screaming. (Did I mention they turned off the lights and I was afraid of the dark and the monster they claimed that lived under the stairs that only came out in the dark?) Ah, those warm, fuzzy childhood memories!
Jenni- that sounds like a horrible nightmare- eating fruit naked!ReplyDelete
Una- Sheesh. Are we gonna have to take your brothers out back? I know a guy...
And yes, The Cowboy Grub is an actual place. I waitressed there all through high school and college. I haven't quite gotten over it.
And I love how you describe it as "making things right again." That's exactly how I feel about popping a zit!
This is part of your charm babe!ReplyDelete
No doubt you would get a bunch of teenagers at the Cowboy Grub, asking in between giggles, "What is the best of the bull?" No doubt you put them in their place.
Um... Sam, that was you.ReplyDelete
Who was neighbor A? She sounds pretty cool! By the way when you were foaming at the mouth and and making stabbing motions at my leg I decided then, I needed to get professional help(or was it you that needed professional help). I am always confused with that one, but quite possibly it would be you.ReplyDelete