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Throwing Nuts
by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . August 26, 2009 . 1:04PM
I admit, my title was a gimmick to get you here. I’ll bet you read “throwing nuts” and wondered just what kind of show I was running here. Now that you are here, stay around. It’s not THAT kind of place, but we have a good time. Maybe not that good of a time, but fun.
I’m the type of person who hates to have anything on my hands or feet unless it’s supposed to be there. For example, socks, shoes and gloves are fine. Lotion and sunscreen make me cringe. My mother and sister love their lotion. I would rather be a scaly skinned lizard than put lotion on my body because, you know it, I have to rub it on with my hands.
I just don’t like the feeling.
This feeling extends to having anything on the bottom of my shoes. Generally, I’m pretty sensitive to everything. I’m fair-skinned, sensitive-skinned, temperature-sensitive, blah blah blah. You get it. I’m one of the irritating people. So, when there is something stuck to the bottom of my shoe, I feel it. I hate stepping on things.
When I step on something, I cringe. Recently, we went to a restaurant that we’d been avoiding for a long time for various reasons, but for me, one of the main reasons was this: they throw their empty peanut shells on the floor. AND THEY LEAVE THEM THERE. FOR ME TO STEP ON. OH, WOE TO ME!
Since A.J. doesn’t go to these restaurants often, he now believes this to be the best thing ever in his young life and is now requesting we go there daily. He believes food tastes better when you can have an appetizer of peanuts and throw your shells on the floor without someone yelling at you for doing it.
Mmmmm…crunchy shells on your feet. Yummmm…dirty floors. Om nom nom…peanut dust everywhere.
He is in heaven.
You know where I am.
Throwing nuts isn’t for sissies. Unfortunately, I’m a sissy.
Life is like a game. We all have challenges, thoughts, opinions and beliefs. Often, it feels like something out there, life, karma, catty people, or blue shells (for the Kart lovers), seeks to bring us down. Luckily, we always get up. This is where I wear my heart on my sleeve and my foot in my mouth.
