Zestfully Clean

Being nomadic and relying on the kindness of friends and family to put us up while we look for employment and a place of residence has reminded me of one thing: I'd like to meet the inventor of body wash and shove a bar of soap in his mouth.

When did we decide that Body Wash was the way to go? It just kind of creeped into our collective bathrooms. So sneaky was its weaseling of its way into our lives we didn't even notice when it smoothered the bar of soap with a pillow. Like the bathroom of every host who is generous to grant us stay has not a bar of soap to be found. Its all "Peach Cobbler Fresh" and "Rainshowers on Lilies" body wash. What was so wrong about a bar of soap? Evidently, its an endangered species now.

I hate Body Wash for 2 reasons. First, I shave my face and head in the shower. At home, I use a bar of soap as lather to shave. I do this mainly so I can say as much at parties and feel ultra manly. Telling people I shave with just a bar of soap is usually followed something like "What's that? No, that isn't my Harley in the parking lot, but I can see how you'd think that." With the advent of Body wash, there is no soap in the shower to shave with. I know I should probably have my own, but soap is horribly difficult to transport. And its soap. There used to be an assumption of it being there for use in the shower. Now, I'm resigned to scraping my face with some blue liquid that provides little lubrication to the blades.

Second, Body Wash means that the owner of said wash has a nappy spoungy thing hanging in the shower that you constantly brush up against while taking a shower, which is a wonderfully annoying sensation.

Anyway, I suppose Body Wash is just a scapegoat to my real problem, missing a place of my own with things how I like them, but sill, using soap is not a crime. Stand up and fight for Dial.
U-N-I-T-Y

Changes

Like an idiot, when I quit my job, I told them I would come back and work the first week in July to help out. So after 3 weeks on the outside, here I am back at work. Its exactly like hooking up with an ex-girlfriend. Sure the sex is nice, but its only at the expense of scratching at wounds that had started to heal.

I went back to Ireland and unfortunately it was the least fun leg of our trip. It was still a good time, but my friend Mark hit it on the head when he quoted "No man steps in the same river twice." If you combine these two reviews I wrote for epinions, I think it kind of lays out what I'm talking about:
Ireland
Graceland

Both are somewhat long reads, so to put it shortly, I have been always interested in our subjective viewpoints into what we present as objective assessments. My found memories of Ireland 7 years ago are much more related to who I was and what I was going through rather than Ireland itself. I love Ireland, but its touristy as hell and I think getting more so every year.

While I'm glad I got to show Jessica where I lived and such, it might have been better to visit other areas of Ireland and let some memories lay.

/end navel gazing

I think out of all the funny names that people have made up, Amanda Hugnkis is my favorite.

Also, my new idea is to rent out a room with a 2 way mirror, and put in 2 people: 1 who doesn't own a TV and 1 who just stayed up all night the night before. Then I will take bets on which of the two will tell the other person their respective non-TV owning or staying up first.

The over/under is 2 minutes. The theory is that it is psychologically impossible for a person with either of these things under their belt not to mention it at some point.