Wednesday, August 24, 2011

very important things

After spending several minutes in deep thought during a commercial break of Sex and the City, I came to a conclusion: if you want to fully understand this blog, you need to be aware of a few very important things about me:

[1] I am a self-diagnosed hypochondriac. At any given moment, I have cancer, an an aneurysm, heart disease, and/or am pregnant with multiples... that may be ectopic. 

[2] I am a compulsive worrier. As a child I was convinced if I wasn't with my mom every second of the day she was going to be harmed by an unknown assailant. Now that I'm grown, I'm constantly convinced that Jon's dead if he's not with me.

[3] I am a hot mess. My physical response to anxiety, fear, stress, sadness, frustration, joy, and anger is tears. I cry like a baby. Poor Jon never knows what exactly he's walking into if he sees me crying.

[4] I am stuck in a perpetual state of nesting. Observe our bedroom prior to last night when I decided it simply must be rearranged immediately:



And after I convinced my husband this rearrangement was a life or death situation:


Anyone have any ideas to make that wall less empty??


[5] My husband never ceases to surprise me. Sometimes he's hard to get info from. Then I discover things for myself when I upload pictures of our newly rearranged bedroom to my computer and discover several adorable mystery pictures:


Yep, that's Jon's underwear/sock drawer.

[6] The only projects I've ever taken on but didn't finish are art-related. And mini-golf. Okay, and the countless diaries that only had three or four entries in them that I found in my old stuff at my parent's house before I moved out.

[7] I am a planner. I thrive on Excel spreadsheets, lists, and being at least 10 minutes early on time to any event I've committed to being at. Part of this planning includes making sure my apartment is clean. Otherwise it triggers my ADD and I am too stressed [see #3] to plan appropriately.

Any other important things currently escape me. I'm confident I covered the big ones, though. Now I need to go so I can #4 in our kitchen.

1 comment:

  1. sometimes that is not importants and we ignore will become very important and meaningful.

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