Thursday, July 19, 2007

Packing & Pool Time

Do you want to know what's great about moving? Nothing.

Look at my apartment as of today:

Just look at this mess!!!

Boxes to be shipped via freight...


Bike box, newspaper for wrapping, half-packed container, and stuff for Goodwill in my back hallway...


Half packed boxes in the middle of my living room...


Extra boxes next to my front door...


And moving crap all over my counter...


And in order to get rid of some extra food & cooking stuff in my cabinets & fridge, I went on a cooking binge (for me, anyway)...

First, banana bread:


Then, oatmeal raisin cookies:


Now I have to pack the bakeware. Sigh...

In order to escape my own chaos, I headed to the pool this afternoon, where I saw four people I know. Yet oddly, none of them saw me. I guess they didn't recognize me wearing my swim cap and goggles. Even waving didn't work. Or... maybe I was secretly wearing an invisibility cloak (YES, I'M GETTING PSYCHED FOR HARRY POTTER!!!).

My swim was great though... it was one of those days where I felt really fast and just glided through the water with little effort.

Unfortunately, however, I was in a lane next to the shallow end of the pool, which I try to avoid because it's right next to the area where they teach swim lessons to small children. And of course all I can think about is the amount of urine being produced by the little ragamuffins who are swimming just feet away from where my mouth is plunging.

Plus, tonight, in the lap lane on the other side of me, there was a shemale (you may pronounce it to rhyme with tamale if you want). Its face and upper body was clearly a man, but he/she was wearing a female bathing suit and swim cap, and I noticed a pair of women's shiny silver flip flops next to his/her kickboard at the end of the lane.

I kept trying to figure it out with sideways glances under the water (i.e.: could I see boobage or dick bulge?), but the only thing I chanced to see was a very male looking nipple accidentally sticking out the side of the suit, and then I felt a little pervy because even though it definitely seemed to be a guy, the nip was popping out of a girl's suit. So it was sort of like checking out a chick boob, which isn't really my bag.

But yes...

... it was almost this obvious.

10 comments:

nop.bot said...

yeah we see him...uhh...her in the men's locker room all the time. i'm not really sure who decides what locker room he...uhhh...she gets to go in. i got super excited the first time i saw him....uhhh..her

Iva said...

I've seen that guy too! If it's the same person, there's nothing "she" about him, but his clothes - he's just a cross-dresser. Oh, I gotta share this, I gotta share this - my favourite picture of the day:
http://cestsoparis.com/paris-humour.php?show=ad-rugby

Chickytava said...

I am so glad everyone is clearing all of this up for me...

I kept wondering if it was one of those 1920s style male suits (you know, like the kind they wore to lift barbells), but it looked mighty woman-y. And then the girlie sandals really confused me.

nonstop said...

I hate being stuck in Germany... all the women here are she-males, they are steroid/testosterone filled East German Olympic swimmers.... Except the chicks on the Bismarkplatz and the bus... smoking is all I have to say.... Guess I'm contradicting myself here....

JC said...

Hey, how come all your boxes are food or liquor boxes? Oh wait, nevermind.

That is the biggest loaf of banana bread I have ever seen.

Anonymous said...

You really need a pic of yourself with the shemale. Since you are leaving AZ in the near future you can afford to take him on as a short term friend. Some underwater shots would be nice too.

Chickytava said...

Hahahahaha!!!! I will do my best.

Anonymous said...

Other requestts before you leave AZ.... Joust the Shemale. Karaoke the knock knock rock with the shemale in your bathing suits(video record that). This may be your only opportunity in life to befriend a shemale. You know you have something in common, you both like to swim.

Chickytava said...

Whoever you are, I think I love you.

Anonymous said...

After a good bit of soul searching.... I've concluded that I am in love with you too Kit. However the Harry Potter she-ott, and the fact that I am under qualified to be your man wouldn't allow me to enter into an eternal bond with you. I would hate to see the end of your blog though. I truely appreciate your sense of humour. Please continue to share your observations of the world with your loyal viewing audience.