Seriously, you have no idea how often I find Joey's catch phrase playing in my head. Especially while watching TV.
Bob Saget's roast will be on Comedy Central in August and I think I'm so dorkily (a fabulous made up word you know) excited it's ridiculous. I'm actually hiding my true feelings about it from my husband because if he only knew what a nerd I still am for Full House, well... no husband should ever need to know that kind of obsession.
I hate to think how crazy I would get if there were some MMC (the All New Mickey Mouse Club) reunion or something, oh man, it would be weird. I still have so much of that silly, giddy girl in me. I still have all my VHS tapes with my recorded episodes on them. I have so many times tried to part with them cause I don't know if I'll ever watch them again and I know that even if I did want to relive those moments I could just hop over to You Tube but still, throw them out?! I don't think so!
Did you know that I don't drink pop from the can? I just can't stand it. I typically don't think much of this compulsion that I have but Eric really brought it to light this past weekend when I asked for a Diet Coke and a cup. Only half paying attention, as usual, he brings me a can of Diet Coke from Tera's fridge and no cup. Well, as soon as he puts it in my hand I realized it was not cold enough for me (it has to be really cold and these were obviously just put in the fridge like 20 minutes beforehand) so I reminded him "I need a cup... and could you put some ice in it too? This isn't cold enough." Now, he's still standing up you know, it's not like he was all comfy in his chair yet :) and he responds, "It's cold Ashley, you don't need ice, do you?"
"yes, I do"
Tera chimes in with "Oh, there's colder ones in the back, I just put those in there, shoulda rotated them."
So he takes my can and goes back to the fridge to get a cold can and I say "I need a cup too."
"You don't need ice, these are really cold."
"I know, you don't have to get me ice, I just need a cup."
so he starts walking over to me with a can and NO cup *lol* That man.
"Hun, I really do need a cup, I don't drink pop out of the can."
"You seriously need a cup?"
So he finally gets the cup. Really, wouldn't it have been a lot easier to just get it in the first place without question? So I explained to him (as I have many, many times in our near 10 years together) that I only like to drink out of the cup. I don't like to drink from the can and I don't like to drink from bottles either. This only applies to carbonated drinks and includes alcoholic drinks which is probably why I can only really enjoy beer out of a mug and prefer to take shots rather than sip on a Smirnoff drink. Or maybe I'm just a badass. I don't know.
Does anyone else have this quirk about them? I think my mom really only likes to drink out of a glass too. Maybe that's where I get it from. If I have to drink out of the can then I'll usually only drink 1/3 to 1/2 of it. I just don't like it.
When I go to the grocery store I have to get my milk bagged. Sometimes I swear that I've created a revolution, do you ever get those feelings? LOL Like something that you do that obviously is different from the norm and then suddenly it seems like it becomes the norm? For so long I had to specifically ask for my milk in bags. Sometimes I'd forget to ask, being busy loading other groceries onto the belt, and I would get so irritated at myself. I mean, I can't carry two gallons of milk while my arms are loaded up with bags, but I CAN if it's in bags. It wasn't a huge deal when we had our own house, but living on the third floor of a crummy apartment building with no elevator it is a very bad thing, trust me. So I absolutely never forget now.
Anyway, so I used to always have to ask and sometimes I got looks, you know, "Um, hello lady, these things have handles built INTO them! What the hell do you need a bag for? You lazy bum!" kind of looks. Then one day, the cashiers started ASKING ME! "Would you like your milk in bags?" but they still had that "look". And now, I find that almost always they automatically just bag my milk, no questions asked, no looks to be found! I know this seems silly, but it's a big deal to me!
So now, I find myself being completely obsessive-compulsive about the whole process and I'm telling you, you'd probably think I was the most nutso woman on earth if you were with me when I bought milk. The lady at Walmart on Monday sure did give me a look. You see, I HAVE to make sure that the milk sits squarely in the center of the bottom of the bag. A lot of times they bag the milk and the bag is crooked and, well, it bugs the crap out of me! I don't want to have tilty bags when I'm loaded up with 80 freakin' pounds of groceries trying to make my way up all those stairs, kids under foot (literally, I swear) and feeling like I'm about to pass out (this has gotten really really bad since I've been pregnant). So I check my milk and rearrange it if I'm not happy with it. I'm telling you, this lady looked at me like I had serious issues.
I'm beginning to think I do.