I want to tell you about my recent experience, but I am somewhat hesitant because I don't want anyone thinking I'm a freak or anything. I'm a cosmopolitan, or at least think I am. I like the finer things in life, if you know what I mean. I saw the ads for Nivea shower gels, they are not to perfumey and moisturize your skin and I thought, "That's for me." So I got some, sort of...
They had two kinds at the store, and I picked up the "cool" one, because, I really don't know why, but that is the one I went with. It is cool because it has menthol in it, you know like Vick's Vap-o-rub or a pack of Salem's. And me being the adventurist I thought that it couldn't hurt right?
So the next time I take a shower I try out this mentholated shower gel. Well, this is where it gets interesting. First off I'd like to say that the shower gel does what I want to, get's me clean, isn't too perfumey, and yes moisturizes. But the whole menthol thing? Completely unnecessary.
You have to work pretty hard to get a lather built up, that I can take or leave, it would be nice if it would lather up easier, but hey, we all want something. After I built up a lather and scrubbed in the way that most people do (head, body, arms, legs, then the unmentionables). And everything up to this point is working fine, but I can feel the menthol and the "cool" feeling that it gives.
But it was pretty faint, I mean, it wasn't like eating a peppermint patty or anything. That is, until I got to the unmentionables. I do not suffer from neuropathy but I know what it is, and I so do not have it. So I get out of the shower, and the menthol is still with me, in and around my nuts.
Why would anyone do anything as masochistic as to put some Vick's on 'your boys'? I guess it really takes all kinds. I personally don't find it too cleansing, I guess, if you happen to be in a hot desert or maybe a tropical environment, maybe cold balls would be right up your alley. Me? I could do without.
I know, I know... I picked that one, I bought it, really I brought this all on myself. I take full responsibility. Other than your nuts being in the freezer, it really does what it says, and what I want. I just don't know if I'm willing to put up with that feeling to get it.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Deese Nuts, They Be Chillin'
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Don't Leave Me
So my daughter (the little one) has got this thing. It's the "Don't leave me" thing. It is funny, but my wife says it was brought on by me. Because I would say "You better hurry, or I'm leaving." I don't deny it. But what's a guy to do?
Look around minute 2, you'll see what I'm talking about...
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Looking at The "Intra-webs"
So we were selecting items to put in our wish list that we have, that we are registered at Target for the baby shower. I wasn't sure if I said that right. Basically, we were looking at whatever, adding it to the registry, and we hope that our friends will buy them. I mean that is what a registry is right? And I guess this is why my wife has a problem with the whole thing... "Hey can you buy me XYZ? I don't want to buy it when I can leach it off of somebody else."
Well, I guess, I mean I didn't invent the baby shower, so I really don't know. But anyway, we were looking through "changing pads" when my wife points to the bottom of the screen, and what did we see? A purse, for a 3 or 4-year-old, a kid's purse... recommended by Target, as something I might be interested in. I could see if it was a baby toy, or some other kind of baby-related thing, but a toddler's toy, not so much. Is it me or am I crazy?
Friday, August 28, 2009
Classic Film Friday: Back To School
I am a sucker for anything with Rodney Dangerfield in it. Why? I really don't know, maybe it's the "dumb luck factor". Anyway, I like this movie... a lot. Thornton Melon, is a guy that made his way through life the hard way. And it is his now 2nd ex-wife's problems that make him realize what is really important. He goes up to see his son, who is in college. He wants to go to college too, and (because he has a lot of money) he goes.
And thus becomes the oldest freshman anybody has ever seen. But he is also the richest freshman anybody has ever seen, and he lives it up, sometimes at his son's expense. This movie has other people in it, Sam Kinison, Robert Downey Jr, Sally Kellerman, and Burt Young, but it is all Rodney Dangerfield. His one liners and trademark eyes are what makes this movie. If you like Rodney, you'll love this movie.
And not to ruin this movie for anyone (who hasn't seen it?) but the "Triple Lindy" is a thing of beauty...and bad editing, but what do you want for 1986?
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Twittering on Blogging or Vice Versa
You may have noticed, I have a twitter account... I have it on my blog right there in the top right. You see it? Yeah, I really don't know what if anything, the big deal is about twitter, I mean the only static I've seen is some spam, but I don't really know.
But I do see just about everyone going to twitter. It gives you something in it only lets you post 140 characters per post, which really isn't much at all. This allows you to limit what you say, because there is only so much you can say in just a short sentence or two.
So I'll see how this twitter thing works...
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Open House
Ok so my daughter, the big one, she brings home this notice that says when the open house will take place. No big deal right? I mean this happens every year, then I read down to see what time and I am like, holy shit! They are starting it at 4:15PM. and I'm thinking, what the hell, the only people that can go to an open house that early are stay-at-home moms and the unemployed.
Seriously WTF? Who is off that early? The bread delivery guy? Night security? The 3rd shift at Waffle House? I will have to take off from work to attend and then I'll bet it really isn't worth all that, but you want to be interested in your kid right?
So what to do? Should I take off from work and go, even though, it won't really change anything or just blow the whole thing off? Yeah you know I'm going to go, and regret every minute of it.

