I remember I left a long-time job a few years ago and it took a while just getting used to a new routine every day – especially in the morning. I mean I was at the point where I would get up, have coffee, shower, get dressed, shave, eat breakfast, drive to work, etc, and it was all so automatic I really didn’t have to think until I actually got to work.
But even at work I had a routine of getting a second cup of coffee, checking emails, checking phone messages… Finally about 3 hours after getting up I had to really had to start thinking.
When I transitoned a few years ago, I had to get up at a different time and modify the morning routine. It took quite a while before it started to feel normal again.
It’s funny how you get to so accustomed to certain habits and processes, and then it feels strange and unnatural when those things change. That’s how it feels to me anyway.
Another thing that makes me feel weird is when I look at the Alison,Wendy tmblr. I feel like I’m in that Porky’s movie spying on the girls through the hole in the wall. Minus the thingie stuck in the wall thingie fiasco. I think my favorite conversation is the AlisonBobby and WendyBobby one. There’s a couple of them that I find disturbing, but I keep coming back. I’m almost positive that our weirdness feelings aren’t comparable, but weird is weird.
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P.S. I’m not sure I know what you meant by the time travel thingie Ted. I’m baffled.
This packing thread is so going to turn into a country song any minute now!
Ok, so today is Ted B. Goodlove’s Concert & Road Trip Day…all I’m brining is a 70s Lavender disco suit, a green-fluorescent hippy wig and two cases of Dos Equis. Should make for an adventure!
Let’s just lighten the mood with a blond joke shall we?
Emergency Roadside Service:
A blonde’s car gets a flat tire on the Interstate one day. So she eases it over onto the shoulder of the road. She carefully steps out of the car and opens the trunk. Takes out two cardboard men, unfolds them and stands them at the rear of the vehicle facing oncoming traffic. The lifelike cardboard men are in trench coats exposing their nude bodies to approaching drivers…
Not surprisingly, the traffic became snarled and backed up. It wasn’t very long before a police car arrives. The Officer, clearly enraged, approaches the blonde of the disabled vehicle yelling, “What is going on here?”
“My car broke down, Officer” says the woman, calmly.
“Well, what the hell are these obscene cardboard pictures doing here by the road?!” asks the Officer…
“Helllllooooo, those are my emergency flashers!” she replies.
“If you think you are beaten!”
If you think you are beaten, you are. If you think you dare not, you don’t. If you’d like to win but think you can’t, It’s almost certain you won’t.
Life’s battles don’t always go
to the stronger or faster woman,
But sooner or later, the woman who wins is the woman who thinks she can.
[I modified the original poem but I know one day we will be saying, “Wow, we knew her when…”]
Quote of the day:
” It’s just facial hair…..”
—-Randy “Can’t Bypass Me, Dogg” Jackson
Hey lady – you were all kinds of awesome Wednesday. If I could rep you, I would.
You haven’t come this far to end up with nuttin. I’m excited to see where this new road takes you.
I remember I left a long-time job a few years ago and it took a while just getting used to a new routine every day – especially in the morning. I mean I was at the point where I would get up, have coffee, shower, get dressed, shave, eat breakfast, drive to work, etc, and it was all so automatic I really didn’t have to think until I actually got to work.
But even at work I had a routine of getting a second cup of coffee, checking emails, checking phone messages… Finally about 3 hours after getting up I had to really had to start thinking.
When I transitoned a few years ago, I had to get up at a different time and modify the morning routine. It took quite a while before it started to feel normal again.
It’s funny how you get to so accustomed to certain habits and processes, and then it feels strange and unnatural when those things change. That’s how it feels to me anyway.
Speaking of feeling weird. As I enjoyed a bowl of Fruit Loops© earlier, I had that same recurring thought that is, “I really love cereal, and I love chocolate milk, but I wouldn’t be caught dead drinking a glass of milk by itself.” It’s like the 100th wonder of the world.
Another thing that makes me feel weird is when I look at the Alison,Wendy tmblr. I feel like I’m in that Porky’s movie spying on the girls through the hole in the wall. Minus the thingie stuck in the wall thingie fiasco. I think my favorite conversation is the AlisonBobby and WendyBobby one. There’s a couple of them that I find disturbing, but I keep coming back. I’m almost positive that our weirdness feelings aren’t comparable, but weird is weird.
Æ.
P.S. I’m not sure I know what you meant by the time travel thingie Ted. I’m baffled.
P.S.S’ I switched to Fruit Loops© this time against my better judgement. I just know the roof of my mouth is gonna get destroyed. It’s a risk I’m willing to take because I like variety.
Oh, I forgot to mention the full story on the Fruit Loops©. I also got it for the toy inside. It’s some little Xbox game which is just another piece of technology I’ll have to learn to operate. I would stick it in my mouth but I’m afraid of lead paint.
Æ.
Was packing and leaving, HARROWING? It must have been very harrowing for you. 🙁
This packing thread is so going to turn into a country song any minute now!
Ok, so today is Ted B. Goodlove’s Concert & Road Trip Day…all I’m brining is a 70s Lavender disco suit, a green-fluorescent hippy wig and two cases of Dos Equis. Should make for an adventure!
Let’s just lighten the mood with a blond joke shall we?
Emergency Roadside Service:
A blonde’s car gets a flat tire on the Interstate one day. So she eases it over onto the shoulder of the road. She carefully steps out of the car and opens the trunk. Takes out two cardboard men, unfolds them and stands them at the rear of the vehicle facing oncoming traffic. The lifelike cardboard men are in trench coats exposing their nude bodies to approaching drivers…
Not surprisingly, the traffic became snarled and backed up. It wasn’t very long before a police car arrives. The Officer, clearly enraged, approaches the blonde of the disabled vehicle yelling, “What is going on here?”
“My car broke down, Officer” says the woman, calmly.
“Well, what the hell are these obscene cardboard pictures doing here by the road?!” asks the Officer…
“Helllllooooo, those are my emergency flashers!” she replies.
Trivia question:
What event is scheduled to start this year on August 8 at precisely 8:08pm local time?
I’m sure someone will know the answer, but if not, I’ll post the answer tomorrow morning.