Mr. Natural
April 30th, 2004, 08:44 am
Howdy gang,
“Is there a hyphen in anal-retentive?” This is something I’m now hearing occasionally from Christie as she observes some of my habits around the house. Let me back up a number of years….uh well around 25 years to be exact. At the ripe old age of 21 I moved out of my parents house. An old friend of mine who just got out of the military and I got a town house. But after that year I came across a house and a deal that was too good to pass up. It was at the age of 22 I bought my first house. Gaim Mastr could probably explain better how a guy at 22 years of age can buy a house. It has to do with assuming a mortgage from someone needing out. Anyway here I was a strapping young bachelor with my own pad. Anyone can imagine how a single guy at that age kept a clean house…I didn’t. I lived there 8 years and as that final year had come I had quite a mess in that house. Junk accumulated in rooms to the point I couldn’t walk into them. I felt like it was an insurmountable mountain which had built up and I was disgusted with it. When I moved out of that house and into a new one it was like a new start for me and I vowed I would never live like that again….and I don’t. I’m not obsessive at all, but I do pick up after myself now. So I guess along the years I have picked up some odd quirks. It comes with living alone for years and having no-one to comment or countermand your actions. A few examples? Well I always clean up the kitchen right after dinner. When I was younger and in the old house I didn’t do dishes…..ever….almost. I just stacked up dirty dishes on the kitchen counter until I ran out of dishes. Then I would finally wash them after running out of dishes. Imagine an “L” shaped counter with dirty dishes stacked all over it. I didn’t have a dishwasher back in the olden days. Flash forward to the present. After finishing dinner now-a-days I get all the dishes out of the sink and wash or put them into the dishwasher, then wipe down the dinner table, wipe off the stove and clean up all the water splashed around the sink, then I neatly hang the rag over the divider between the dual sink pan. I do this every time after we eat at the house. No waiting until later. It’s become a rather robotic, automatic response after finishing dinner. A couple years ago I did this when a girl was visiting and as I turned around to look at her after cleaning the sink I observed this astonished look on her face. With Christie I get, “Is there a hyphen in anal-retentive?” I realize for a woman the preceding mentioned activity of mine would be considered normal. But for a male of the species this is considered abnormal or someone might start questioning your sanity or sexual preference.
Whenever Christie suggests something new I have a bad habit of dismissing it, then analyzing the situation before considering the suggestion. I’m not one to act on a whim.
Anything that breaks my normal routine around the house tends to make me crabby at first and even may cause me to be confused for a moment.
“Is there a hyphen in anal-retentive?”
I tend to think of it as just “becoming an old fart”, “set in my ways”, being single for long periods of time. Christie has a different take on the situation. “Insert quote again”.
Despite that she seems to enjoy being with me still. I must be doing something right. :wink:
Last Friday I got to enjoy my old routine of brewski and some Far Cry. I eventually got to a point of getting stuck because of one of these big lugs with a rocket launcher in a hallway followed by 2 of those jumping thing’s. It’s right after you flood that room to float up to the escape duct. I had limited ammo so it made it fairly tough and I reloaded that part probably 20 times. I finally gave up and went for some BF1942 for a while. I realize now I had reached my “co-ordination skills had decreased due to brewski intake” level. A couple days later I made it through that area on the third try. BTW – Far Cry has made me tinker with over-clocking my pc once again to try to squeeze a little more performance out of it. My profile lists my system specs. I have a pretty decent gaming rig, yet Far Cry is pushing it to its limit. Unless I come up with something else by next Friday maybe I’ll share my thoughts on over-clocking.
Unfortunately I may not be gaming much this weekend. After only seeing each other once in the past week Christie and I have some “catching up” to do. Maybe it’s time I let her give Far Cry a shot. Only problem with that is I might not get my chair back. This will take some thought……”Insert quote again”.
Enjoy your weekend gang. Party on!
“Is there a hyphen in anal-retentive?” This is something I’m now hearing occasionally from Christie as she observes some of my habits around the house. Let me back up a number of years….uh well around 25 years to be exact. At the ripe old age of 21 I moved out of my parents house. An old friend of mine who just got out of the military and I got a town house. But after that year I came across a house and a deal that was too good to pass up. It was at the age of 22 I bought my first house. Gaim Mastr could probably explain better how a guy at 22 years of age can buy a house. It has to do with assuming a mortgage from someone needing out. Anyway here I was a strapping young bachelor with my own pad. Anyone can imagine how a single guy at that age kept a clean house…I didn’t. I lived there 8 years and as that final year had come I had quite a mess in that house. Junk accumulated in rooms to the point I couldn’t walk into them. I felt like it was an insurmountable mountain which had built up and I was disgusted with it. When I moved out of that house and into a new one it was like a new start for me and I vowed I would never live like that again….and I don’t. I’m not obsessive at all, but I do pick up after myself now. So I guess along the years I have picked up some odd quirks. It comes with living alone for years and having no-one to comment or countermand your actions. A few examples? Well I always clean up the kitchen right after dinner. When I was younger and in the old house I didn’t do dishes…..ever….almost. I just stacked up dirty dishes on the kitchen counter until I ran out of dishes. Then I would finally wash them after running out of dishes. Imagine an “L” shaped counter with dirty dishes stacked all over it. I didn’t have a dishwasher back in the olden days. Flash forward to the present. After finishing dinner now-a-days I get all the dishes out of the sink and wash or put them into the dishwasher, then wipe down the dinner table, wipe off the stove and clean up all the water splashed around the sink, then I neatly hang the rag over the divider between the dual sink pan. I do this every time after we eat at the house. No waiting until later. It’s become a rather robotic, automatic response after finishing dinner. A couple years ago I did this when a girl was visiting and as I turned around to look at her after cleaning the sink I observed this astonished look on her face. With Christie I get, “Is there a hyphen in anal-retentive?” I realize for a woman the preceding mentioned activity of mine would be considered normal. But for a male of the species this is considered abnormal or someone might start questioning your sanity or sexual preference.
Whenever Christie suggests something new I have a bad habit of dismissing it, then analyzing the situation before considering the suggestion. I’m not one to act on a whim.
Anything that breaks my normal routine around the house tends to make me crabby at first and even may cause me to be confused for a moment.
“Is there a hyphen in anal-retentive?”
I tend to think of it as just “becoming an old fart”, “set in my ways”, being single for long periods of time. Christie has a different take on the situation. “Insert quote again”.
Despite that she seems to enjoy being with me still. I must be doing something right. :wink:
Last Friday I got to enjoy my old routine of brewski and some Far Cry. I eventually got to a point of getting stuck because of one of these big lugs with a rocket launcher in a hallway followed by 2 of those jumping thing’s. It’s right after you flood that room to float up to the escape duct. I had limited ammo so it made it fairly tough and I reloaded that part probably 20 times. I finally gave up and went for some BF1942 for a while. I realize now I had reached my “co-ordination skills had decreased due to brewski intake” level. A couple days later I made it through that area on the third try. BTW – Far Cry has made me tinker with over-clocking my pc once again to try to squeeze a little more performance out of it. My profile lists my system specs. I have a pretty decent gaming rig, yet Far Cry is pushing it to its limit. Unless I come up with something else by next Friday maybe I’ll share my thoughts on over-clocking.
Unfortunately I may not be gaming much this weekend. After only seeing each other once in the past week Christie and I have some “catching up” to do. Maybe it’s time I let her give Far Cry a shot. Only problem with that is I might not get my chair back. This will take some thought……”Insert quote again”.
Enjoy your weekend gang. Party on!