You know how it goes? You have hundreds of thoughts racing through your mind? You want to blog about EVERY ONE OF THEM?
Then you get to a place where you can blog. Home or a break at work, and things like LIFE and BOREDOM get in the way? You know that your FIVES of fans are waiting to hear about failed cupcakes, and graduation parties……but MEH……the desire wanes faster than it arrived.
So, I decided, frivolously, to just write. I may not get to all the stuff rattling around in my brain, but really….do I ever? I can spend pages talking about the most insignificant thing.
Did anyone watch “Obsessed” last night on A&E? OMG…that will be me someday. One of the participants in the show said that OCD can start with general anxiety throughout life, then when a traumatic even hits BOOM….the OCD can take over.
I’m scared Internets……I tend to be anxious about weird stuff…..OVERLY ANXIOUS about weird stuff. I’ve had a few traumatic things happen to me in my life, and so far, the OCD hasn’t taken over, but what if it does? What if? HUH? HUH? HUH? These people are seemingly lovely, normal people that has something trigger them into the OCD.
I often joke when my “OCD” is bothering me….and it’s no joke. I often wonder what people would think of me if they KNEW the stuff that raced through my brain. It sometimes doesn’t seem RIGHT. Unfounded fears, worries and all the what if’s of the world weigh heavily on me sometimes. Now I realize it’s not fair to call it OCD, because I don’t think it is, and in fairness to people who are suffering from it, it’s not right to even pretend to joke about knowing what it’s like.
Well, I'm back. I took the night off (AGAIN), so, where did I leave off... .... Oh, OCD. Let's move on, shall we?
There were no fireworks or family conflicts at the graduation. It was actually quite lovely. I was so absolutely THRILLED to see my mom, grandma and grandpa. My Uncle took a kitten from the farm. He's a little yellow dude with blue eyes (the cat, not my Uncle), so one of the farm cats was given a good home. Not that the farm isn't a cool place to live, but you know, you've got all the other cats hogging the space and food, and of course the racoons and dogs that come hunting for tender kittens. Oh, and don't forget the Tom's that think they own the place.....so a house with people would be preferable if it were ME.......but maybe the Kitten thinks differently.
Oh...I cut my finger last night while cooking dinner. I'd like to think I'm a decent, reasonably experienced home cook...and this is the 2nd time in about 15 years that I've lopped off the tip of my thumb......well not the TIP, but the pad of the thumb is certainly factual. Maybe that means I'm NOT all that...my knife skills aren't professional by ANY MEANS, but I do just fine (I thought).
Oh...I'd like to ask any of you cooks or chefs out there (WHISKEY??? CAN YOU HEAR ME??) why it is such a big deal to cut an onion? Halve it, leave the root intact, slice rows then planks then dice?
How freaking complicated is THAT? I have a much better method of dicing my onions. But since I don't know how to describe it, I'll have to video it one day. SO MUCH EASIER. Except when you lop off a pad of skin from your thumb.
It seems like yesterday there was so much more CRAP rolling around my brain. For the life of me, today I can't seem to think of it all.
Oh.....I know something NEW....I found out today that I get an award today at work. My 15 year plaque, or pin or whatever. If I'd have known I'd have tried to look decent. But instead, I"m in khaki colored cropped pants, a red polo-ish shirt and sandals.
Well, I'm off. Toodles for Now...Happy Wednesday!!