Today for your reading pleasure, Ricky Anderson and I have swapped posts. Ricky is a network administrator at an accounting firm by day and a blogger by night. I don’t know what the first one means, so we’ll go with the second part for now. I first became internet-aware of Ricky when he conjured up some computer wizardry and made http://www.shortandsilly.com redirect to this here site. I’m still in awe and don’t really understand it. He assures me it’s legal.
Ricky was a Team Captain in this year’s Blogging All-Star Challenge. His team lost miserably but that’s only because Jon Acuff’s deep-v was compelling voters to stray from true awesomeness. I voted Team Ricky and after you read this list of Weird Crap That Freaks Ricky Out, you’ll understand why. Don’t be blinded by the deep-vees of the internet world, friends. Stick with Ricky.
Make sure you visit his blog to read my guest post. While you’re there check out his stuff. It’s kind of like going to someone’s house for dinner and rooting through their medicine cabinet. You’ll never know what treasures you’ll find. Without further ado….
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Driving Away From Home – I’m a safe driver. I’m a cautious driver. I’ve never gotten a ticket or caused an accident. But I absolutely suck at directions. I can get lost in my own driveway. No, a GPS doesn’t fix this. While using a GPS, I once ended up in the wrong state when trying to return a rental car. Turns out there’s more than one Kansas City.
It’s as if someone stole this list from my head. Get out of my head Ricky. I’d also add on the list public restrooms. We spend most of our life going to the bathroom in private. To go to the bathroom with people all around is crazy. I was at church yesterday and a guy was blowing up the toilet. He tried to caugh to cover the noise of the farts but it didn’t work. It was awkward.
“Public bathroom” is the worst oxymoron in the history of the world.
jumbo shrimp!
Some people imagine a world without war.
I imagine a world without the need for public bathrooms.
Adelle hasn’t ordered okra since you saved her. :)
Smart girl!
That last image made me gag- especially since yesterday I was lounging on my hotel room floor eating cereal.
I completely agree with you about grits and okra, but chicken pot pie? Maybe you haven’t had a good one yet. These are kind of incredible.
I am freaked out by people who wear blue contacts when their eyes clearly should be brown. I coach high school basketball and yesterday during a time-out I said, “You guys have to close out harder on the blue-eyed freak.”
“Coach, who are you talking about?”
“Oh come on. You haven’t noticed her blue contacts? They’re bothering me from 90 feet away. Be more observant, girls.”
Excellent guest post.
My brother was the blue eyed freak in high school.
I have never eaten grits, okra or chicken pot pie.
Thanks, Katie!
My goal was to make you gag – Mission Accomplished!
Seriously, never sit there again. Unless you spread out a towel or something.
I also am navigationally impaired. I blamed my right/left/brain/hand confusion. I can’t tell my left from my right without pretending to eat. And I don’t trust my GPS.
Short list of things that freak me out: clowns, blue man group, smurfs (pretty much anything that’s unnaturally blue), mimes, frogs, toads, geckos and Donald Trump’s combover.
Why you gotta be a chicken pot pie hater? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykr98od6Wi8
And hello there, Mandi! Came over from Ricky’s place.
Welcome :o)
I knew we had something in common!
Confrontation is THE WORST THING EVER. I hate it more than I hate public speaking. Actually, confrontation is a lot like public speaking. Okay, now I hate both of them equally. Thanks for helping me clear that up.
But don’t feel bad about the Kansas City thing. I think they were on hallucinogenic mushrooms when they decided to put one city in two states. Much like I think they were on hallucinogenic mushrooms when they decided to put Michigan City in Indiana.
Thanks for warning me about Indiana, Sarge. I would have lost my mind if I found myself in a time warp in an enigma in Michigan in Indiana.
Whenever people discuss confrontation, the only thing I can think of it the part in Toy Story where Rex declares “I don’t like confrontations!”
That’s me, including the hand wringing.
people who don’t like okra freak me out.
as does Joel Osteen.
Let’s not fight, Sharideth. We’ve gotten along for two whole days – it’s a record!
But for the record…
…I’m right and you’re weird.
First off, grits freak you out? (I can understand chicken pot pie, which is neither a pot nor a pie and okra which is just green food hidden underneath a deep fried crust.)
More seriously…
Fast. Moving. Bugs.
We all know that slow bugs are friendly and likely won’t get too close to us anyway. Fast moving bugs, on the other hand, have one goal and one goal only: attack the face. If a fast moving bug is on the opposite side of the room, it is only a matter of seconds before they are on your face. The best defense is a hasty retreat accompanied by flailing limbs.
Grits are like eating an old shoe and getting bits stuck in your teeth.
I’ve only seen you pull the hasty retreat accompanied by flailing limbs once, and that’s not bad. You’re braver than you give yourself credit for.
But it was still pretty stinkin’ funny!
Remember the wireless mouse you broke?
Okra. Blech.
“okra in ranch is a great way to ruin ranch” – words to live by.
I’m trying to leave a legacy for your children, one blog post snippet at a time.
Thanks for stopping by, Knox!
Worse than fried okra? Boiled okra. But grits wrapped up in cheese are quite delightful. That might be the Alabama talking.
Ricky – we could be friends. I’m going to take Amanda’s advice and root through your cabinet.
Howdy, Jamie!
If you took even a passing glance at my cabinet, then we most definitely are friends!
Thanks for reading my drivel.
No grits? No friend okra? No chicken pot pie? Not a big fan of boiled okra, but I’ll gladly eat your fried okra so you don’t have to.
Thanks!
Sending it all your way now…
And here I thought grits was a Christian rap duo? It’s a food item? Really?
No idea.
(Ok, I’m lying–I know what grits are, and cornpone, and greens, etc.).
Funniest use of okra ever was in the late 70s (before most all of y’all were born): SNL did a parody of Coca Cola called “Okra Cola.” It was as funny–and as gross–as it sounds.