June 17, 2004

I was going to go lay down

and rest my back again but then I decided that I don't want to. I just won't do any cleaning of shit today.
I slightly over did it yesterday.
But there's a reason for that.
See, I could smell this smell like sour milk and because I am so fucking anally OCD, I could not rest until I found it and destroyed it.
I was on a mission all day to find said offending smell.
I drove the boys insane making them sniff the fridge, meats, the sink and help me wash out the garbage can.
I swear to you, I am not insane but I have a combination of annoyances.
I have the OCD and then I have a super sensitive nose.
I can smell a fart 20 miles away.
The boys understand and work with me and Mark even made a few jokes about how slightly crazed I get. This is true. I get a little bonkers only because I cannot rest until I find the cause of the smell.
I washed every dish, scrubbed the stove, the floors, the garbage can, we washed out the fridge and freezer, vacuumed, dusted etc. all in an attempt to find the smell that was keeping me from just kicking back with the boys.
We did find it.
It was the shelf in the fridge where the big stuff goes.
Like the milk. Apparently, someone had spilled a few drops and that is the one shelf I just sort of missed in cleaning. Figures.
So about an hour after I cleaned this shelf, the smell had faded from the house.
I was finally able to rest.
And now today, I am paying for my stupid compulsions.
They are not quirks when they make you go outside a gazillion times to get giant heaving breaths of fresh outdoor air so when you come back in you will be able to smell the sourness all the better.
It's payback for something I'm sure. Some sort of punishment for being a pain in the ass when I was I teen I suppose.

So I was surfing this morning and came across How to blog by Tony Pierce and agreed, laughed a little and think #14 should be a rule everyone has to follow although I'm guilty of it myself a few times because out of sheer boredom and not having a single fucking thing to say, I became a lemming.
And just because I want to piss him off a little cuz I don't agree with ALL of rule #14, I am currently listening to Velvet Revolver and digging it. If it weren't for Jenni, I wouldn't have had a fucking clue.
I lead a sheltered existence and I don't listen to radio because of the repeat factor.
Bloggers introduce me to new tunes and new bands by telling me what they are listening to and Tony should know that. Tsar Tony? Ring a bell. I wouldn't have ever checked them out if you didn't yap about them so much. So sharing what we are listening to is a good thing.
Music feeds.