Thursday, March 26, 2009

Odorless vomit and stuff

We just hid from the Jehovah's Witnesses who came to the door. We're not sure they were, we didn't see any watchtowers. But literature was kindly left in our mailboxes. Once we stopped hiding on the floor (our computer room looks onto the entrance way to the building) we came back to our desks. That's when they returned, a father and 10 year old son duo, to drop the friendly literature off. I don't even want to go out and check what it is. I find what they are doing about as heinous as if I tried to convert someone to be gay. Serious heinousness. I don't begrudge you your beliefs (much), but if I want to know about them, I'll ask.

Gosh I sound cranky. Actually it's been a pretty nice couple of days. Warm (for here) weather and good night's sleep. I just love most mornings where I wake up around 5:30 but don't get out of bed for at least another hour. So luxurious. In the smoking years, I HAD to get up once achieving any sort of consciousness. To smoke, naturally. I'm starting to find some major differences in life now, now that smoking is no longer a part of it. It's amazing how every single day revolved around "getting my fix". So sad in a way. I'm trying not to pity too much though, as spouse is still steadfastly addicted. My sense of smell seems to become more acute daily, and I feel like Grenouille in Perfume, loving the intensity of the odors, good or bad. Yesterday, there was a huge pile of vomit in the metro, just beneath the pay phones attached to the wall. There was absolutely no smell and I found this odd, so I kept sniffing at the air trying to find the tell tale vomit smell. I started to move closer but then I stopped myself from approaching the vomit and sniffing, I mean that would be weird, right?

One last thing, you know the Reese bar I mentioned the other day? The unbelievably delicious limited edition bar? Well I went out yesterday to score some more from the Dollarama. And they are gone! I went to 3 different Dollaramas too and they were all sold out. They had the jumbo reese, the easter egg reese and the "whipped" reese log, but no bar. Dangit, I knew I should have bought more when I had the chance. But maybe now I can avoid the man girdle thing.

16 comments:

Birdie said...

So glad to be reminded of your nonsmoking success! Your lungs are turning back to their pink color more each day. Way to go.

I haven't seen those Reese's bars anywhere, and I'm still looking. There's not enough chocolate in the egg, and the bar gives me hope. The chocolate/peanut butter combo is the best flavor ever. That's the flavor I get when I succumb to Haagen Daaz.

David said...

Your little obsessions are very entertaining.

Did you seriously lie on the floor when the JW's visited? That cracks me up.

Snooze said...

I'm so glad you didn't get down and sniff the vomit.

TED said...

I believe that when the HoJos show up at your door, you and Serge are morally obligated to begin kissing. With lots of tongue. Throwing in a nipple bite is considered especially good form.

Polt said...

Well if your fascinated by things coming out the posterior end, you might as well be fascinated by things coming out the other end. :)

"whipped resse log"...I think that's the name of a porno, isn't it? :)

HUGS...

Fatinah said...

I am just so impressed with your non-smoking success. Keep up the good work and enjoy all those new smells

PS: how lucky are you to come across odourless vomit while testing out your knew hightened sense of smell?? you should buy a lotto ticket!

Lyvvie said...

I keep wanting a JW to knock on my door. The wanting keeps them at bay apparently.

Now Want Reeses something...Thanks.

*grrrr*

heehee, WV was "hersenow" "Heresy now!!"

latt├ęgirl said...

Maybe it was fake vomit. I don't really want to think about it too much.

GayProf said...

I find the forced inclusion of children in the door-to-door conversion the worst element. It's borderline abuse in my mind. How is that supposed to be more convincing?

A Lewis said...

If I don't hide (and, yes, I've done it), I go right out there with my rainbow flag and partner and ask them about the gays and what they think about us...and I point right at us when I ask the question. It's always a good time.

Greg said...

I am enjoying the (mostly) benefits of that renewed sense of smell, too...and also enjoy the free time (and CASH!) that comes of this non-smoking thing.

So glad we're keeping our quits! Booyah...

: )

Roxrocks said...

I had a Jovie here the other day inviting me to a thing they're having. Must be a National Thing. HEHE! I should have let the dog knock her down and get hair all over her.

Does the smell bother you now when Serge smokes? It bothers me when I smell it, makes me gag. I think that's a leftover butt can reflex.

Rick said...

Odorless vomit...are you sure it was vomit? Just the thought conjures an olfactory sense.

Jen said...

This Kids in the Hall sketch is the best way to deal with door-to-door god guys: a weird six year old


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=At-dM_2kEQI

Islagringo said...

In the USA, it is illegal, a federal offense actually, to place anything in anybody's mailbox other than stamped mail. Check out Canada and turn those idiots in if it's the same there.

Mel said...

When I was living in NC and got watchtowered several times by the the JW's, I finally answered the door one day and told them I was a Buddhist and didn't believe in Hell or even necessarily an afterlife. Since the only tool they have for conversion is to scare people into it, it completely disarmed them and they never came back.

The Mormons, though, I always try to get a Book of Mormon out of. Those things cost them a bit to print, so I figure it draws resources away from things like Prop 8.