One day a few months back a small bottle of Germ-X hand sanitizer showed up on my desk. I’m not sure how it got there and for that matter I don’t really care, nor does it matter. But that little 2.5-ounce bottle of liquidy-perfumed-alcohol-based-gel sort of changed my life. I became addicted to the stuff. Now for those of you who know me you are automatically thinking the same thing,  “Who are you, and what did you do with Kip?” There is no way that Mr. Roll-in-the-dirt-and-get-your-hands-dirty-in-seconds-after-you-just-washed-them is addicted to using hand sanitizer! Well that statement would be correct. I’m not really addicted to it for the actual purpose of sanitizing, but apparently I am for the purpose of distraction, entertainment, or some other ineffable plot that I’m not yet sure of…

As I’m sitting there working, my mind is often prone to wander. Now when my mind wanders there is really no telling what might happen. Lately Germ-X has happened. I see the bottle sitting there, so I pick it up and roll it around in my hands playing a sort of one-ball juggling game, then invariably I end up popping the top… And oh my goodness, have you smelled that stuff? Call me weird, but that aroma is straight from the north side of heaven!  After reveling in a euphoric sensational delight for a few moments I dribble just a bit of it on my hands and rub it in, which as I have since found out is actually the original purpose of the stuff, go figure.  Last week I put several drops on the glass desktop. And for the next five minutes I played in the little puddle until eventually it all evaporated. If it had not evaporated, I imagine I might still be there drawing smiley faces…at least there is now one small clean spot on my desk.

Contrary to what the aforementioned narrative might lead you to believe I really don’t think I have an A.D.D. problem. However my tendency to meddle with that little bottle of Germ-X has got me to pondering on some things. Like, will I ever really grow up? In private, Mr. Grounded and Responsible can be quite whimsical. Most of the time I take myself waaaay to seriously, but other times I catch myself making silly little noises, doodling in the margins of my notepads, or counting bricks in the wall. I can act like such a three year old. So, if you ever see me staring off into outer space and you see that I-want-to-be-an-astronaut  look on my face, or see me pouring salt from a shaker into a little pile just to push it into random geometric shapes on the table, don’t judge me for a lunatic, just realize there is still actually some vestige of a kid in me that really wants to come out and play.

And now an unknown amount of time has passed. Maybe its been minutes, or hours, I can’t really recall, but I’ve I finally snapped back to attention and realize there is work to be done. So now I will work, then I will wander…then I will Germ-X.

So, I started this blog… Why exactly, I’m not sure. I guess its because I actually think there might be somebody who actually cares what is on my mind.  Or maybe I started it because it seems to be the hip thing to do. Everybody has a blog, even the people that have nothing worth listening to want to be “cool” and have a blog. I know that last sentence will get me hate mail right off the bat, but please relax and bear with me.  That statement was not referencing anyone I know, or any blog I regularly read. It was directed toward the general blogosphere. I myself might end up as one of those people who have nothing worth hearing… So to all of my fellow bloggers who have good stuff to say keep up the good work and don’t block me.

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