Thursday, January 26, 2012

A Case Of The Crazies

Grammy over at Gram-Cracker blog has bared her soul and shared some of her “issues” with us and asked us to “reciprocate”. I can’t let my friend Grammy down! So here’s my list, which isn’t all inclusive by any means. I also added WHY I am a bit crazy eccentric, because I think we all get our craziness eccentricities from somewhere in our past if we only give it some thought.

1. Like Grammy, I have poop issues. No, I CAN poop…well, sometimes I’m constipated, but that’s not the problem. Okay constipation CAN be a problem, but that’s not THIS particular problem. MY problem, or issue, whichever you prefer, is I DON’T like to TALK about poop or pooping. I don’t like to call poop “shit” and I absolutely do NOT like to poop in public places. But if I MUST, I will hover over the toilet, with my thighs cramping like a mother, flushing the damn toilet over and over and over in order to muffled any unexpected sounds as I two. 

I have NO clue where my poop-talk-go-number-two-in-public-places phobia comes from. I have given it a lot of thought, too. And other than being tied to a chair in a Woolworth’s restroom as a kid and having to listen to someone poop, which I don’t recall having happened, unless I totally suppressed the experience, I really don’t know WHY I dislike talking about poop or pooping or doing THAT in a public restroom!

 Okay, enough of THAT talk. If I ever get hypnotized, I’ll be sure to find out where that damn phobia comes from and let you know.

 2. My bra, underwear and socks MUST all be the SAME color and preferably these must coordinate with a color of clothing that I’m wearing for the day. Normally, it’s my shirt, because I’m not one of those Hollywood sluts who wears a BLACK bra with a WHITE top. I have CLASS, y’all.

 This affinity is because I was flat as a board most of my life (the boobie fairy passed right over me) and I wasn’t able to wear pretty bras—and they didn’t make “training” bras with lace, either, and hell, THOSE were TOO big for me anyway. So, after I “bought” a pair of boobs in 1999, I started matching my bras and bottoms—which was something I had ALWAYS wanted to do, so now I’m quite happy!

 3. I can NOT leave dirty dishes in the sink. I have a dishwasher, but I don’t like to unload it, but I will load if it’s needed. However, if it’s filled with CLEAN dishes and there are a few dirty dishes in the sink, I will hand wash, dry and put them away. The only way I won’t do this is if I’m SO exhausted that I’m ready to pass out.

 The reason for THIS issue is because growing up my bio-mother was a horrible housekeeper. She left dirty dishes EVERYWHERE! And when I say everywhere, I DO mean everywhere…in the living room, in her bedroom, on the floor. It was DISGUSTING. There was also a time when I went into the kitchen and the sink was FILLED with dirty dishes and the small counter space that we did have was completely over-run with dirty dishes, as well. I couldn’t take it, so I broke down and washed them. After I got them done, I began wiping down the counter and sink with a steaming hot, soapy dish cloth and when I got behind the faucet, guess what I found?


I GAGGED! And was scarred for life.

 Too bad I’m not able to suppress THAT memory!

Needless to say, there will be NO maggots in MY house, which means NO dirty dishes in the sink either.

 4. I HATE my knees. I hate them so much that I actually consulted a plastic surgeon about having my Medial Condyle bone shaved in order to make my knees more proportioned with my skinny-stick-ass calves. The plastic surgeon told me I was “nuts” and that women would “kill for my legs”. I didn’t believe him, but thanked him for his time and left. That was about twenty years ago and I STILL don’t believe him and still hate my knees.

 I don’t have a very good self body image. This is due to my bio-mother’s constant flip-flopping about my appearance. One day I was pretty, the next, uglier than a horned toad. She told me once, after I had my hair cut short, that I looked like a “Butch”, and even though I wasn’t sure at the time what a “Butch” was, her tone told me it was NOT good.

 She picked on my choice of clothes, make-up, hair name it, she found something negative to say. She told me all the time that I looked anorexic. I was skinny; I still am. But I can’t help it; it’s in my genes. I eat, but I don’t gain weight. As a teenager, I didn’t realize my mother was jealous of me. All I knew back then was that my own mother thought I was less-than and in my naive mind I thought if I was PERFECT, she’d love me.

Only after years of therapy did I realize that perfection could never be achieved. Those years of berating myself for not measuring up left numerous holes and scars which needed to be tended.

 I try to this day to see myself like other people see me, but it’s difficult. I pick at everything. I remind myself that it’s a slow process and I’m a work in progress, so I do go easy on myself. It took years of programming to make me this way, so it’s going to take some time to UN-program me.

 5. I’m a hairspray fanatic. My favorite hairspray, Back to Basics, has been discontinued and I’ve been having a heck of a time finding a new hairspray that I LIKE. One of the problems is hairspray that says Super Hold really isn’t Super Hold, to MY definition—it needs super glue in its ingredients (not really super glue, but you get the idea).

 Over the last couple of months, I’ve spent way over my allotment for hairspray trying to find the PERFECT one. I’ve tossed FULL cans in the trash because I HATE them. Stores aren’t real happy if you TEST their products in their aisles. They get all testy and say stuff to you and if you lack a filter on your mouth, like me, you get testy right back and you don’t want to be banned from the store. So, you buy the hairspray you THINK might work and if you HATE it you’re basically STUCK with the shit (yes, I can use shit when it’s not a bodily function) unless you want to make the trip back to the damn store and return it. Yep, you can go home and spray that shit all over the damn place, not like it, then return it. Go figure.

Why am I a hairspray fanatic? Because I like BIG ASS HAIR all damn day long.

 6. I’m a clean-car-freak. I like to have my vehicle clean and shiny on the outside, but that isn’t always feasible living in Pennsylvania. However, I DO have control over the cleanliness of the inside of my vehicle. Therefore I carry baby wipes in my vehicle, not so my passengers or I can wipe our hands. Oh NO! The wipes are so I can clean off my dashboard, doors, steering wheel and console when I’m sitting at a red light or at a drive-thru. I also have Windex and paper towels so I can clean the inside of my windows when the idea strikes my fancy or when I can’t stand a smudge.

This crazie is due to that perfection thing I told you about earlier. It spilled over into other areas of my life. I was a house-cleaning-fanatic at one point too, but over-came that.

 Don’t misunderstand, my house IS clean, no maggots or filth, although you’ll find some dust, so don’t be wearing any white gloves. Although I can handle dust. I had to get control of my control issues because it was to the point where they were controlling me and I wasn't enjoying my life! All I was doing was cleaning and I even had a freaken cleaning lady!

Now I ENJOY my life...with some dust bunnies.

 Okay, there you have it. Six crazies about me (I don’t know why six).

 What are some crazies unusual things about you?

 I KNOW you have some! We ALL do!

 Don't be shy, there’s NO judgment here!

At least I hope not—I’m crazier than most, so there won’t be any judgment from ME!



  1. Hey thanks for the pingback! I have one I forgot to mention on my own list: people who want to talk to me in the public bathroom whilst doing our business make me crazy. I don't care if you're my BFF, ignore me in there! No talking!!! :)

    1. Grammy, You are very welcome for the "ping-back"!

      Oh no, people actually WANT to talk while they go #2?! WTF! I'd die! Well, not really, but I would be like, stop talking to me or I'm going to shove toilet paper in your mouth when I get out of this gawd-forsaken stall!

  2. The more I read about you the more I see how similar we are.

    You had me cracking up with this post, Pamela!!!

    Okay, here's where we're a like....

    I cannot, and I mean CANNOT poop in a public restroom. And thank GOD I live close to work because there have been MANY occasions when I had to walk home, poop, and then come back to work!

    I too am clean fanatic and CANNOT leave dirty dishes in the sink whatsoever. As soon as I finish eating something the dishes MUST be done

    Also, I too use Back To Basics products!!! Not their hairspray because I don't use hairspray, but their shampoo and hair gel. I love their stuff. It's good and it's cheap. And trust me, I use to be a professional hairstylist, so I know their products are good!

    I too am thin. I'm forever being told how skinny I am and that I need to gain weight. To hell with them!

    GREAT post, my friend!

    Hope you had faaaaaaaaabulous day!

    1. Ron, Seriously, we're like fraternal twins separated at birth!

      Because I did some acting too and I read that you also did acting!

      And yes, "to hell" with people who think we're too skinny! We can sing, dance and act with our beautiful Barbies!

      Love you! Lots of hugs!

  3. LOL! Love your list Pamela! I used to be a clean freak around the house and I still don't like dishes in the sink but with dogs and a cat it's hard to get too anal about dust bunnies and hair everywhere. My undies don't have to match, just be comfy :)

    1. Bubbe, I now have 3 dogs, so dog hair can't bother me, although I do vacuum quite a bit and I'm planning on replacing the carpet with hardwood just to make it easier on myself--those Swifters rock!


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