Another day another meme! This one is my five top obsessions. I got this taggity via Hope, and now that I have that last intimidating bit of meme-ity out of the way... I can get on with my regularly scheduled whimsy.
First a disclaimer... my number one obsession has put all other obsessions on a back burner, which is sad really, as I love to define myself by my eccentricities. While I acknowledge that doing that (self defining by weirdness level) is a dumb thing to do. I still do it. I think it's primarily a "notice me" thing... as in "sixteen year old girl angst see how off-beat I am" and therefore a little extra humiliating. But, I still do it. I am a work in progress.
1. Chaos. As in my three little girls. It starts when they are babies with the mental tally of how long-they-have-slept and how-long-it-has-been-since-they-slept. Also quantity-of-milk-intake vs. upchuck-levels, temperature, diaper cleanliness and excrement output.. and it gets more complicated from there. Add Pearl's health issues and just shoot me NOW! Which, by the by... we have an appointment to see a Pulminologist at Primary Children's hospital to see if there is any help to be had there. Whee!
2. Books. Especially children's picture books. Love to read 'em, look at them and think about them. Don't much love to pay for them... they run about sixteen bucks a pop for hardbound, and even that is no guarantee of lifespan around Chaos. Someday, I'm a gonna write and maybe even illustrate some books.
3. 24. can you blame me? I think that next season I will sit in Dadguy's camp and just wait for the DVD version so we can slurp them all down in one sleep deprived week like we did with the other seasons. This "one episode a week" crap is not for me!
4. Mmmmmm... sleep. I could really use some quality sleep! Someday I WILL sleep again, but for now it is just an itching obsession. We put Pearl in with the other girls and moved out all the toys to her old room, which is now the "Toy Room." The sleeping around these parts has not been what I would call quality.
5. Comments. What a pain, huh? Usually I can keep it in line by reminding myself that the next time that I get freaky about comments, stats and whether or not someone links to me... I'm done blogging. The last freak out was over a year ago and it helps that I purposely keep under the radar by not putting effort into attracting readership etc... but there it is. An ugly truth, but a common one.
Now... five people that I tag.... I tag YOU! If you wanna do this one just lemme know in the, ahem... comments.
6 comments:
I could do this tag. Next week. I might have a difficult time narrowing it down to five...
I'm with you on the comments thing - totally.
Oh, I so have the "notice me" thing too. I've got it a little under control. At our last enrichment meeting, there was a girl who made and decorated all the cakes for the tables and I did not brag about how my mom and I make wedding cakes. Someone else was talking about another person who speaks 3 languages and I did not volunteer that I speak 8. I didn't get into any discussions about eating organically, or the horrors of cream of mushroom soup. I didn't talk about half marathons, crocheting, or even my blog. Are you proud of me?
Oh, yeah. My mom says that you will get to sleep again. She had 4 kids in 5 years, and says she didn't sleep in 7. But they grow up, sleep through the night and into the afternoon.
And why the heck are books so dang expensive? I think I spend a good chunk of my husband's income on books.
It isn't going to happen today (hello nearly 11 p.m. and 5 articles left to edit for my freelance gig — eep!). But I will do it tomorrow-ish.
Also: totally right there with you and Sarah K. on the notice me thing. This is why I occasionally skip a bookclub meeting or a friends outing that I am perfectly capable of fitting into my schedule — I figure I ought to give them a break once in a while.
Oh, sorry, and www.Bookmooch.com! I just discovered it — it's so much fun!
Well, I do not want to be tagged...
But I do like your list...
and thank you so much for the comment you made on my blog the other day it made me feel all gushy inside!
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