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Things You Should Know About Me

15 Sep

The main thing you need to know is this:  When I wash my hands, I like to dry them off on my face.

It’s a holdover from bachelorhood – you don’t need hand towels that way.  And also, how dirty can my face be?  It’s not like I need to worry about germs – anything I pick up was already on my face.  Also, I can kind of make my hair stand up that way, walk around all crazy-eyed.  People don’t ask you to do much, that way.

My wife didn’t notice that I liked to dry my hands on my face until it was too late.  We only knew each other for five and a half weeks before eloping thirteen or fourteen years ago.  What we did was, we consumated our relationship, and then we threw some crap in a pickup truck and left town.

Later on when she noticed in the middle of a kitchen conversation that I was drying my hands on my face, she said, “That’s the sort of thing you want to mention a little more upfront.”

Too late for her, but maybe she’s right.  Maybe the rest of you ought to know about it, so there you go.

Also, I talk to my pets.  A lot.

Sometimes I sing songs to my cat, about my cat.  Sometimes I develop a different theme song for each dog.  When I’m trying to go through the kitchen and one of my dogs is in my way, smiling at me, I pat her on the neck and say, “Excuse me, sweetheart.”

After a while, it creeps people out.  If it creeps you out, you might want to call before stopping by.  Some of my dogs have little outfits and drink out of martini glasses.  You judge me all you want.

My superpower is bullshitting you – that’s something you should definitely know.  The very last thing you want to do if you suspect me of something is let me speak to you about it.  Really, you shouldn’t even make eye contact.  Sometimes I can convince cops that they are chickens, get them waddling around pecking at the grass. 

If there is an imaginable scenario in which I am innocent, my nervous system will get my mouth to spit out a plausible description of it, even if you drive a railroad spike into my brain.

Again, like a chicken, this time the kind with its head cut off, running around the barnyard – I could probably keep bullshitting you for thirty or forty seconds after I was clinically dead.

Similarly I have two great weaknesses – sales guys and casinos.  If you see me in a casino or on a car lot, and my wife isn’t there, you should hit me over the head with something and drag me out of there by my foot.  I turn into a cartoon character in casinos, and all sales guys have to do is nod their heads at me while they are talking.  I start nodding, too.

Really, I’ve never bought a car.  One time I went in to look at cars – a good twelve years ago – and these guys had me sitting in an office talking about leasing a brand new something or other, and I called Marilyn up and said, “Say, I think I’m going to do exactly what this room full of sales guys here says to do.  What do you think?”

She said, “It’s a trap.  Run.”

And I did, too.  A couple of them practically chased me, like the liquid metal Terminator as I screeched out of the parking lot.  I do not talk to sales guys anymore.  I literally stay away until the very end when it’s time to sign stuff.

I do Old Guy stuff you should know about – I wear plaid shorts and black socks and white tennis shoes and my haircut costs eight bucks.  And I do Stereotypical Dad stuff you should know about, like stomping around turning lights off and freaking out about how many bottles of crap are in the shower. 

And some not very stereotypical Dad stuff – like for instance when I’m driving around with my girls and we pass a cop I start going, “Okay, nice and easy girls, big smiles.  Everything’s cool, we’re just driving along.  Just be cool and everything will stay cool.  They got nothing on us, nothing at all.”

I’m also a blogger – obviously I don’t need to tell you that, but it’s something I tell strangers right off the bat, so they can get busy giving me the silly puppy dog look or handing me a sandwich or kicking me in the nuts, whichever of the three they prefer.

And I’m the sort of fellow who likes to go running and then won’t shut up about it for the rest of the day.  “Yeeeeppp.  Went running today.”  Shut up, Tom.

And I like tofu and granola and pork ribs and bacon – all in one sitting if I can get it.  A complicated man, yes indeed.

I like to make up answers to perfectly reasonable and important questions, just because I’ve ascertained that you don’t know the answers either.  And I like to refer to my daughters’ friends by completely random names, never the same one twice. 

I can’t smell, I have a sexually depraved cat (and I’m cool with it), there are various things wrong with my face and there’s a pellet embedded in my left butt cheek which is either a leftover microchip from my childhood alien abductions, or a BB from where my brother used to hunt me down like a dog and shoot me in the ass. 

Also, my feet are like monkey hands.  I could make you a salad while I’m wearing a straitjacket.  And my daughters’ former preschool teacher proofreads my blog posts for me, and I always get something wrong. 

Now it’s your turn.  Confess.

 
19 Comments

Posted by on September 15, 2010 in Future Tom Grab Bag

 

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19 responses to “Things You Should Know About Me

  1. Gregory Wilcox

    September 15, 2010 at 7:42 pm

    Forgive me Future Tom for I have sinned.

    I don’t go to rock concerts to listen to the music.
    When I go to the park to take a walk, I often just drive around the park and then right back home.
    I frequently assume that average looking white guys have the same political views as me.

     
    • thomaschalfant

      September 15, 2010 at 8:16 pm

      See, don’t you feel better?

      Why do you go to rock concerts? (Unless it’s gross).

       
      • Gregory Wilcox

        September 15, 2010 at 11:39 pm

        Don’t get me wrong. I wouldn’t go if I didn’t want to hear the music but mostly I enjoy the spectacle of it. So many people. So excited to see some ‘superstar.’ Such an intense energy that I sorta feed off of. I’m kind of a voyeur like that. I like to watch. I really like the upper level at the LC – best view of the whole shebang.

        I don’t think it’s gross but most people think it’s a little weird.

         
  2. TanyaLee

    September 15, 2010 at 8:05 pm

    If you’ve ever had a conversation with me in a bar or at a park while a band played, no matter how much I nodded and smiled and laughed out loud…I didn’t hear a f#@*king word you said.

     
  3. robertgbobo

    September 15, 2010 at 8:19 pm

    I cut my own hair because I refuse to pay $8 to look this way. I actually enjoy social hour at the nursing home because I get along with my fellow patients better than most other people. For years, when I get frustrated or angry, I walk down Livingston Avenue at midnight just to see what will happen. I have a monkey for an imaginary friend and love anchovies…

     
    • thomaschalfant

      September 15, 2010 at 11:58 pm

      Your imaginary monkey has learned howto use a real phone. Tell him to cut it out.

       
  4. Deirdre Osthoff

    September 15, 2010 at 9:29 pm

    I like cheese, I like hamburgers, but please don’t make me eat a cheeseburger.
    If I run across an episode of Saved By The Bell, I will watch it and giggle like a 13 year old girl.
    I can not correctly pronounce the word ambulance or any form of it.

     
    • thomaschalfant

      September 15, 2010 at 11:56 pm

      Ambliance?

       
      • Deirdre Osthoff

        September 16, 2010 at 5:00 pm

        Yep. I’ve learned that EMS or, as my grandmother calls it, the “rescue squad”, can keep me from ever actually saying it. So far so good.

         
    • thomaschalfant

      September 16, 2010 at 12:02 am

      Where are you on the meatload plus fried egg combination?

       
      • Deirdre Osthoff

        September 16, 2010 at 5:02 pm

        Hard-cooked fried egg, yum, soft yolk, yuck.

         
      • sparrow1969

        September 19, 2010 at 3:50 pm

        I agree with Deirdre…soft yolks are nasty.

         
  5. sparrow1969

    September 15, 2010 at 10:51 pm

    Tom, you crack me up! Thanks…I needed that after a long day at work!

    My favorite sandwich is leftover meatloaf on toast with a hard fried egg, cheese, pickles mayo, mustard and ketchup.

    I can’t carry a tune in a bucket, but I love to sing. Mostly I just sing loudly when alone in my car, but I do sing in front of the children. They seem to have a genetic immunity to the otherwise ear busting noise, and neither one of them can carry a tune very far either.

    I love stupid humor. Will Farrell is one of my favorite stupid humor actors.

     
    • thomaschalfant

      September 16, 2010 at 12:02 am

      I definitely canNOT carry a tune. And that sounds like the greatest sandwich I’ve ever heard of minus the mayo and pickles. Maybe on that really thick texas toast bread, toasted. The fried egg on the meatloaf sandwich is probably the best idea I’ve heard in the last five or six years. That just about blows my mind – it was right in front of me the whole time.

       
      • sparrow1969

        September 19, 2010 at 3:52 pm

        Now that I’ve talked about it, I’m going to have to go make some meat loaf…I’m not so much hungry for that as I am the whole sandwich!

         
  6. Kami

    September 16, 2010 at 2:18 am

    I go to White Castle and order cheeseburgers with no onions, and an order of onion chips.

     
    • sparrow1969

      September 19, 2010 at 3:51 pm

      lol…that’s kind of like my kids who won’t eat tomatoes, but love ketchup.

       
  7. thomaschalfant

    September 16, 2010 at 12:24 pm

    That’s weird but you did the right thing telling us.

     

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