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Just an oil change please

It’s always a good thing to have a doctor with small hands.  Trust me.

Writing finally picked up again, which explains why I’m in such a good mood.  It’s nice for the Muse to play with me again; she was avoiding me.  And I hate having to hunt people down to kick their ass and make them behave.

Now, for a few random things that have helped with the good mood.

Me: “So, how did you hurt your back again?”

Him: ”I tore a muscle in my ass.” 

Me: *shocked silence, followed by insane laughter from me.*

ask me to sparkle

How most vampire would react when asked to glitter like a raver.

Man Rules

I know I’m flaking on the blog today, but amid pains and aches and medical issues, it’s easier. :-)  My mother in law emailed this to me, and I can see most the men I know nodding along going “Exactly!”. 

The Man Rules 
At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down 
 
 
Finally , the guys’ side of the story.  ( I must admit, it’s pretty good.)  We always hear the rules from the female side. 
 
  Now here are the rules from the male side. 
 
These are our rules! Please note.. these are all numbered ‘1 ‘  ON PURPOSE! 
 
 
1. Men are NOT mind readers.  (Neither are women)
 
1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.  (Falling into the toilet at 3 a.m. is going to piss us off; when we come back to bed, we’re sticking our ice cold feet in your crotch to warm them.  Then maybe you’ll see why we complain)
 
1. Sunday sports It’s like the full moon  or the changing of the tides. Let it be.  (As long as you don’t throw anything at the television, or yell at players who cannot hear you, or yell at us because YOUR team is doing badly)
 
1. Crying is blackmail.  (Which is exactly why we do it)
 
1. Ask for what you want.  Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!
 
1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.
 
1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.  (Men can solve things?  Wow….)

 
1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.  In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 days.  (Bullshit!  If it’s unresolved, it’s still valid!)
 
 
1. If you think you’re fat, you probably are. Don’t ask us.
 
1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the  other one. 
 
1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done.  Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself. (This is like when I would ask my husband to load the dishwasher, and I have to go along behind him and load it right.  Or folding the towels; they need to be a certain way in order to fit in the pantry where I keep them.  Now, I’m just happy it gets done, right or wrong.)
 
1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.  (That road goes both ways buck-o)
 
1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.  (Anyone else thinking ‘he didn’t find India like he wanted, that bastard was as lost as you get us’?)
 
1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.
 
1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that. (So does Little J.  Which is hilarious)
 
1. If we ask what is wrong and you say ’nothing,’ We will act like nothing’s wrong.  We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.  (Which is why we tell you ‘nothing’.  Because we’re still stewing about it)


 
1. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, expect an answer you don’t want to hear.  (Just like mind-reading, and not talking until commercials, this goes both ways.  Do NOT get your woman drunk and then ask if you’re the best she’s ever had unless you’re willing to hear ‘no’.)
1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine…Really. 
 
1. Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball or motor sports.
 
1. You have enough clothes. 
 
1. You have too many shoes.
 
1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape! 
 
1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; but did you know men really don’t mind that? It’s like camping.  (Which is why my husband gets banished to sleeping in the carport or the back patio when he done messed up… without a tent or sleeping bag.)

You do know German!

Little J. and I were next door visiting with A. and the two of them are playing on his little plastic castle thing.  Apparently, taking dirt from the yard and putting it on plastic steps and patting it down is great fun and must be shared to all.  I was on the phone with another friend of mine, and Little J. is going:

 ”Rissa.  Rissa.  Rissa.  Rissa.  Rissa.  Rissa.  Rissa. Rissa. Rissa.  Rissa.  Rissa.”

“Vas?!”  Not sure if I spelled that right, but it’s German for ‘what’.

“See, you do know German!  Good girl Rissa!”

She’s taking me out to McDonalds for celebratory milkshakes later.

Drivers wanted, common sense optional

You hear about it all the time. “I have the worst drivers.” “Driving through LA is murder.” “Texans don’t know the brake if it got up in their lap and called them ‘Mama’.”

And then there is the all time favorite, “Women drivers!” You don’t even need to elaborate on the subject, as every man (and most the women) in the room start to nod and agree with you.

Well, I found the Queen of Idiot Drivers yesterday.

I’m at the Death of the Mom & Pop Stores yesterday, idling behind an Expedition that appeared to be driving itself. There’s a four lane road to get out of the parking lot and on my way back to post, and when it’s five o’clock, it’s like trying to find a virgin at a frat party. Impossible.

For once, the gods were smiling and the road was completely clear.

And the Expedition kept idling there.

The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and a military convoy, and still they were just sitting there!

This woman pops out of the driver’s door and comes back to me, smiling. It’s never good when strangers smile at you.

“Can you back up? It makes me nervous to have someone that close behind me.”

“Oh, you’re a virgin.” Dammit Marissa, don’t be a wise-ass to people you don’t know!

“How did you know that?”

“I’m psychic. I’m sorry princess, but just deal with it, and move forward. I promise, it’ll only hurt for a second.”

The scary part? She will one day have children.

Just don’t make it powder blue

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I still want one of those cars. Badly. I think they’re freaking cute, and friends have nothing but great reviews for them.

And 40+ mpg? Hell yeah!

Why I believe divorce rates will drop

Sent to me from a friend:

“A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes,and said, “I would like to buy some cyanide.”
The pharmacist asked, “Why in the world do you need cyanide?” The lady replied, “I need it to poison my husband.”
The pharmacist’s eyes got big and he exclaimed, “Lord have mercy! I can’t give you cyanide to kill your husband. That’s against the law! I’ll lose my license! They’ll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!”
The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist’s wife.
The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, “Well now, that’s different. You didn’t tell me you had a prescription.”"

It’s easier to kill them and hide the body than to go through a long, expensive divorce.

“Friends help you find things…. real friends help you ditch the bodies.”