And still, Only Me. Part 2

Remember the last “Only Me” post? Well this week has been full of serious posts and heavy topics, so I wanted to lighten up the mood a bit. So, for your reading pleasure, a few more things that would totally only happen to me. Happy to have you laugh at my expense, just to bring a smile to your face.

You’re welcome.

The People Of Walmart

So I’m in line at the store the other day, and I am sort of just half listening to the two girls behind me talking. One girl is saying to the other girl, “yea, that’s what happens to my earrings because my ears were unevenly pierced. They said they would even out when I grow up.”  I sort of want to turn around and ask her “How is that going to happen kid? Are your ears going to start growing unevenly as you get older? Because if the piercings “even out,” now you might have the bigger problem now of uneven ears.” But, I restrain and instead continue to half eavesdrop on their conversation.

“So, do you want to go with us on Saturday?” said the other girl. You’re practically adopted anyways,” The other girl replies “Will your mom pay for me? Because that would  be so swag. Totally swagger.” Ok great, I have no idea what they are talking about and now I feel incredibly old. They continue talking. “Yea, sure, she’ll pay. If she doesn’t I’ll just tell her to take it out of my allowance. I can’t believe we have to walk all the way home. Its freezing. That is so totally unswagger. Seriously unswagger. Hey, do you want me to buy them or do you? I can’t believe the checkout guy is a dude. How embarrassing.”

Ok, I will admit it, now I am totally listening. I’m thinking they have to be buying condoms. How funny and totally inappropriate seeing as how they are like 12. I do my best incognito “I’m just sort of looking behind me and totally not looking at you” turn around. Nope! No condoms. They are buying PREGNANCY TESTS. You have got to be freaking kidding me. I’m like scanning the aisle now to see if anyone else is watching this. Nope, just me! “I’ll buy it,” the shorter of the two absolutely-way-to-young-to-even-be-KISSING girls says, “How do you use it anyways? Do you just stick it in like a tampon?” OHMYGOSH. SERIOUSLY OHMYGOSH. Its not a thermometer! You don’t stick it in and it pops out when the baby is done cooking! Have you seen the sharp edges on those things!? I’m feeling a bit faint just thinking about it and now my vagina hurts.

I pay, and then they pay, and we both leave at the same time. As I’m walking through the door I hear “Hey so where do you want to take it? If we do it at home your mom will see. Should we just go behind the building?”

Well that settles that. I know now that I can at least stop fearing for the future of the American public. Now I  absolutely know we are doomed and I can just start planning my escape.

Send help.

If you don’t live in America,

send plane tickets.

Also, send those girls some much needed prayers.

On the completely other end of the spectrum, I was sitting in a waiting room at the doctor’s office, and I see two little old people, easily in their early 80’s, playing on their IPhone’s. I never even figured out how to use my IPod, and these two whiz kid old people are using IPhone’s. The older gentleman is very loudly announcing to his wife, everything he is reading on his phone. “Fran, I’m checking my email. Oh! Two new ones!! This one says ‘it’s a sale that can’t be missed!’ Should we check that out? Here Fran, let me read you the other one. This one says ‘local, young, and busty.’ Fran, do you know what that means?”

I am nearly dry heaving trying to swallow down laughter.

“Fran, let me check my Facebook.” Oh. My. Gosh. Grandpa has a Facebook!! Where are the camera’s? Seriously. Where are they? This cannot be real.

“Oh!! Jessi updated her status! It says ‘I can’t sleep. People are pissing me off.’ Maybe we should call her later Fran.”

I am dying at this point. I am actually dying from choking down laughter.

Then, the older woman looks at him, and says quite sternly “Bill! Will you just shut up!? I am trying to play candy crush!”

That’s it. I’m dead. I have actually just died. Someone is going to have to resuscitate me.

Jingle Boobs

Also that week, I let Santa play with my boobs. I wish I was kidding. I’m not.

I had an ultrasound to check up on a cyst that I had developed when I was nursing my son. You couldn’t see it or feel it, I only knew it was there bc my booby hurt like hell and it showed up on an ultrasound. So anyways, the doc just wanted to re ultrasound said booby to make sure the cyst had gone away. The tech finishes the ultrasound and says to me “Well, I don’t see anything, so it looks like the cyst is gone, but the radiologist will read the films before you go.” Ok, sounds good.

So I sit there, in my “washed way to many times and is now completely see through” hospital gown, that I have literally wrapped three times around me, and I wait. I’m perched on the edge of the gurney, swinging my feet back and forth, and wondering what on earth people do when they are waiting around in cell phone restricted area’s, such as where I am currently.

I’m bored out of my mind.

Then the door opens, and Santa comes in. He is a short old guy, big round belly, white hair, and white beard. I chuckle to myself, because of all irony’s, it is the morning of Christmas Eve. I think about asking him if maybe he should be getting some rest since he has a lot of work to do tonight, but for once in my life, I am granted a rare moment of the ability to keep my mouth shut.

I am proud.

So Santa starts talking, “it looks like the cyst is gone, nothing showed up on the ultrasound. Do you feel anything?”

I tell him no.

“Does anything hurt?”


Do you feel any lumps?

I think I already said no.

“Does it ever hurt?”

Are you even listening to me?

“Maybe I had better take a look.”

Hum….as far as I know, radiologists read films, not do exams. But….he is a medical professional….so….. I guess that would be ok.

I lay down, unwrap my bedspread of a hospital gown, and open it up. Whatever-her-name-is nurse tries to give him a pair of gloves, to which he declines.

Now wait a minute, that’s not right TOOLATE. Santa grabs BOTH boobs with both of his hands. “Does this hurt?”

Uh…no, but how about we get some gloves on Santa.

“What about when I do this” he says as he squeezes one boob. Uh….no, but I’m still waiting on those gloves.

“What about when I squeeze the other one?” Yea, that one never hurt, what are we doing here?

“What about when I jiggle them?” Did you just say jiggle!? Also, CAN SOMEONE GET THE MAN SOME GLOVES??

“What about when I do” too late I sit up. “Um, yea, I’m fine, and I’m going to follow up with my doctor so thanksandeverythingandgoodbye. I’m not even sure I have the gown on before I’m heading out the door. Whatever-her-name-is-nurse is calling after me something about something but I don’t care. Merry Christmas Kris Creepy Hands.

Now I know why you are such a jolly guy.

Ironically that is the same hospital where I went for a blood test a few years ago on halloween. Someone dressed as Donald duck attempted the blood draw, and after the fourth attempt to find a vein, I started to wonder if he actually worked there, seeing as how he was donald duck and all. I started wondering if he wasn’t actually someone from the mental health floor.

You Shine Like A Bug Light

Speaking of old men, I was supposed to run a support group this week, but throughout the day my ladies kept texting me to say they couldn’t make it. By the time evening rolled around no one was coming. I already had the sitter scheduled and it was too late to cancel without paying her, so I called a friend and asked her if she wanted to do something. She asked me what I wanted to do and I told her that I didn’t care as long as no children are there because I need a break. So, she picks me up and takes me to a casino. Was not expecting that.

I’ve never gambled before, and I am frugal as hell, but I’m game to try anything. We get out of the car, I see a trashcan, and I blow my gum from across the parking lot directly into it. Classy and talented, I’m quite the total package. My friend hands me forty bucks and tells me obviously I’m having good luck tonight, so have some fun. We argue back and forth for a few minutes about how there is no way I am taking her money, I am only spending five dollars tonight because I am poor and prideful, and I don’t want her money. Eventually I lose.

We get in there, and I tell her I’m $40 ahead and cashing out for the evening. She’s not buying it. So we play games that I still don’t understand, but somehow I lost all her money. When I am down to .36 cents I win $37 back, cash out, pay her back, and then we argue again because she wants me to keep it. This time I win. I do agree however, to grab dinner with her.

Now, I kid you not, two days ago we had an entire conversation about how everywhere I go, I get the strangest men coming on to me. Her exact words to me were “You are like a bug light for the creepers, you just draw them in!” Seriously, what gives? I have enough odd stories to sustain this blog for a year. In fact, when I worked a part time job a few years ago, the employee’s thought it would be funny to cheer EVERY time I came into work, because they knew weird things were going to happen on that shift. Like the time they left me to run the store, after I BEGGED them not too, and a guy ran his car into the building. Or the guy that we had to lock out and he went totally ballistic trying to break the windows to get back in. When I worked at a physical therapy place, there was a patient who would ask my boss every. single. day. if he could pick me up. PICK ME UP. It got to the point where everytime the guy would walk through the door, my boss would just yell “No!” to him from across the clinic.

Back to this particular night, we are sitting in the booth for no more then five minutes, when this old dude comes and sits down next to me. In the booth. I scoot over, he scoots over, I scoot over, he scoots over. Soon we are all snuggly against the side of the wall, and I’m literally waving to the hostess to get her attention so she can have someone remove this guy. My friend? Thinks its hysterical. She is engaging him in conversation. I am dying. He is giving me the worst lines I have ever heard, and keeps trying to put his arm around me. I am still dying, and my friend is sneaking pictures of me. Finally the hostess tells him to move. He is not gone for ONE MINUTE before another old guy comes over and asks if the previous old guy was bothering me. He then tries to sit down, but with my lightening speed reflex’s, the first thing that comes to mind is MAKE NO ROOM FOR HIM.

So I lay down. In the booth. Yea. That was a bright move chick. Now what the hell are you going to do?You are lying down in restaurant! New old guy doesn’t seem to mind. He is trying to get me to move over and give him space, keeps saying he wants to join girls night because we look like fun. By then, even my friend is telling him we wanted to be alone. So in my totally creeped out moment of insanity, I yelled to the hostess from across two tables “Is it free creepy old men night here? Are you giving them away? Because I’ve had enough of them tonight, thanks!” New old guy looks at me, walks away. I can’t believe I was so rude, I’m actually a little ashamed, but COME ON. It was totally inappropriate and absolutely invading my personal space.

It takes a true friend to take a picture of you when you are dying

And that’s all for this week folks!

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  • Meshelle Ross
    January 11, 2014 at 4:13 pm

    You poor child….it's just something about being a nice person…they spot it everytime!

    • NotMyShametoBear
      January 11, 2014 at 12:39 pm


  • Koro
    January 11, 2014 at 8:25 pm

    Ugh, I hate when people are all creepy. >_> It's like, I don't want to be rude, but in my head I've already kicked their teeth in and definitely given them a concussion.

    • NotMyShametoBear
      January 11, 2014 at 12:40 pm

      Oh my gosh, too funny!

  • Jennifer
    January 11, 2014 at 10:54 pm

    Ugh creepers. They're just so darn creepy. And they never seem to get the hint.The summer I turned 18 I worked in the deli section of our local supermarket. There was an old guy, at least 75. I had the unfortunate luck to have to take his order on my first day. I was slow as hell, got a little flustered because he ordered about 15 different things, all of various quantities. He was super nice about it and I though we were cool.Every. Single. Day. after that, he would come in all the time and ask if “the little white girl” was working because “I really want that little white girl to cut my meat for me.” One of my coworkers stupidly told him when my last day was, so he came in that day and asked me to cut his meat for him while he shoved his hand down his pants.

    • NotMyShametoBear
      January 11, 2014 at 12:40 pm

      EEEWWWWW!!!!! Oh my gosh, I would have thrown up right then and there. ((SHUDDER))

  • Sara A.
    January 12, 2014 at 5:26 am

    Wanna know a secret? Those creepy old men were hoping cashing in on your sense of decency and respect for old people. They were banking on you grinning and bearing their harassment. In fact, they were rude to you by ignoring your nonverbal nos. You aren't being rude if you make your wishes known by saying, “Please go away, I'm trying to have dinner with my friend.” without smiling or being engaging. Rude would be “Listen, saggy-butt, I have no interest in you or your shriveled dong, so back the heck off!” One thing I really want to teach my daughter is that saying “no” in and of itself isn't rude, it's how you say it. Also practice your 40 yard stare. You have small children, so you'll get plenty of practice.

    • NotMyShametoBear
      January 12, 2014 at 12:40 pm

      Great point of view. I am going to sharpen my 40 yard stare skills 🙂

  • Anonymous
    January 13, 2014 at 7:31 pm

    News Flash: ALL ages of men (who harass women) will try to use that sense of decency and politeness that women have, to try and get away with their harassment. They take advantage of the fact that most women don't shout “Hell NO I don't want to go out with you” in a big booming voice, or shriek, “Get AWAY from me, I don't even KNOW you!”, in order to try and push and push and be obnoxious about it. They will get sleazy and suggestive and even “randy handy Andy”, while most women will just sort of try to quietly (and why are WE being quiet? THEY aren't!) brush them off by smiling nervously and -trying to – ignore them, or changing the subject, or kind of shrinking away and not saying anything in response, or even laughing nervously as if they are kidding her (although they are NOT!) and basically trying to act like the guy is not being offensive (they ARE!) Which sends mixed and ineffectual signals, ladies! Later the oily weasels will protest that she didn't say no, she didn't act like she didn't like it (because they don't pick up on subtle body language of quiet revulsion, trust me, shudders just look like thrills to them,) why, she even laughed at my jokes, damn it (etc., etc.) The ONLY way to deal with this sort of thing is to SPEAK UP politely but clearly (and bluntly!) and say NO thank you, NO interest! No uncertain terms! It's not you, it's ME! _I_ don't WANT you so CUT IT OUT! (More women need to be that straightforward and direct, those guys have to be hit over the head verbally.) No need to be rude about it and say anything insulting or crude back, just an absolute NO with no wiggle room or doubt to it. (Don't leave them any option or opportunity.) A favorite line for this was Hotlips Houlihan's comment to Frank Burns one day on *M*A*S*H* when he put his hand on her and she was furious, “Frank, you can MOVE your hand or LOSE it.” He totally got the message. So don't bury your face in your hands, get in THEIR face and say “CUT IT OUT! Or, you could be wearing my drink in 30 seconds! I'm going to start counting now… ONE…. TWO….” !!!! 😉

    • NotMyShametoBear
      January 13, 2014 at 12:40 pm

      I had never thought about how the men play on us being nice, until Sara above this comment mentioned it. I can’t believe I was so blind to that!! I love how strong you are, I can’t wait to try it out on the next chester molester that invades my space 🙂

  • Deborah Moore
    January 14, 2014 at 12:37 am

    Your friend sound like she is very cool. You should keep her around.

    • NotMyShametoBear
      January 14, 2014 at 12:40 pm

      Hahaha, She is definitely one of a kind, that’s for sure!

  • Deborah Moore
    January 14, 2014 at 12:37 am

    Your friend sound like she is very cool. You should keep her around.

  • lilio naranja
    January 20, 2014 at 1:24 am

    OH MY GOD I'M FLYPAPER FOR CREEPERS TOO!!! We should start a support group!

    • NotMyShametoBear
      January 20, 2014 at 12:40 pm

      Could you imagine lol!? How funny would that be!

  • Anonymous
    January 30, 2014 at 5:29 pm

    Not rude at all, funny as hell and fast thinking, I am deeply awed. 🙂 Despite being a dwarf (below 5', as said before, so legally a dwarf), I seldom manage to be this direct. I've got a fantastically straightforward friend. We were in a bar and this guy was practically perching on top of me, despite me moving away. So she looked at him and said very politely: She is trying to avoid you, you DID notice that and if you don't get lost now, I'll take you outside and kick your teeth in. 😀 I wish I could do that myself!!

    • NotMyShametoBear
      January 30, 2014 at 12:40 pm

      Haha!! I need a side kick friend like that. Way to go for her standing up for you. Mine apparently just take pictures lol!!

  • Anonymous
    April 27, 2014 at 7:19 pm

    Yeah, it worries me, the younger generation…What will it look like when my kids are grown…or groan :)I always knew Santa had a crazy side…there's a reason why his nose is red, and I'm sure it's not because of the cold ;)OMGoodness, the vein thing…yeah, have been bruised up so many times because they're jabbing everywhere…don't they get training on people with small/hidden veins? Geez. I go home worse off then when I started!OK, so I have absolutely no luck gambling at all, but that's OK with me…but what's not OK with me, is my luck attracting lousy men :)Nathaliexoxoxox

    • NotMyShametoBear
      April 27, 2014 at 12:41 pm

      There seems to be an abundance of lousy men these days. Its an infestation.

  • Nathalie
    April 28, 2014 at 2:37 am

    Yeah…tell me about it.


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