Drives Me Crazy..I Can’t Help Myself

What doesn’t drive me crazy? I have more ticks than is probably normal. Of course, as long as I’ve taken my meds, they don’t irk me as much. But if I don’t, the slightest bit of dirt and dust will drive me batty until I clean it. I’ll organize and reorganize. I’ll straighten crooked wall hangings even if I’m in public. It really can get maddening. Apparently this is not what my shrink considers OCD though. I’d hate to have for reals OCD then.

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My Top 5 Websites

My top 5 websites are, in no particular order:



-Kuler (http://kuler.adobe.com/). Perfect for design inspiration or when I need to find a complementary color.



-Design Seeds (http://www.design-seeds.com/). Again, more design inspiration. The combination of the color palettes and images is fantastic.



-Fab.com. The items for sale here are unique. Every day, I find something else I'd buy for myself or as a gift. Fortunately, I have a bit of self-control and I don't spend every dime here.



-Etsy (http://www.etsy.com/). I have never bought anything from Etsy, but I use it more as a source of inspiration and a muse. I love seeing what other people are crafting and creating. It helps percolate ideas in my head.



-Evernote (http://www.evernote.com). More of a service than a site, per se, I use this site more than just about anything else. Whether I'm storing a pic of my son's school schedule for when he eventually loses it, or jotting down names of artists I dig while at the book store, or getting a project idea in the middle of nowhere, Evernote has me covered. I can't remember much of anything on my own. I depend on Evernote to keep track of those things that I can't.

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In a Former Life

I’d like to think that if I had a former life, I was someone fantastic, a woman that did not follow the rules. Someone fearless like Jeanne d’Arc or Amelia Earhart. Or someone witty and intelligent like Jane Austen. Or someone wickedly creative and expressive like Sylvia Plath (minus the oven incident).



In reality, I was probably something mundane like a squirrel. Although squirrels can be bad asses too.

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I am a single lingual

French toast

Sometimes I get really ambitious over what languages I think I could possibly speak. I did, at one point my life, take Spanish in school but I have a difficult time remembering any of it. Scratch that…when I lived in Florida and it could potentially become useful, I suddenly couldn't remember anything I learned. Now, 15 years later, I can remember some of it. Also, at the same time I was trying to teach myself Italian and French, cause I get a little TOO ambitious at times. But, if I could do it rationally, I'd go with Spanish, Italian, French, German, Russian, and Japanese. I think that's it. I feel like I'm missing one.

I have never been overseas and I have a odd irrational fear of not knowing the language of the place I'm at. Heck, I get uncomfortable just driving over to KY because of the whole weird accent thing. I know, that's why it's called an irrational fear, not a "this makes perfect sense" one. But I think it would be cool to travel one day and not stick out like a sore thumb because of the language issue.

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What I Miss About Childhood

Here's another "Plinky" prompt to fill in for the fact that I'm too tired to actually post something. But all kidding aside, I think I dig the plinky.

I miss the profound sense of freedom that one has a child. Not having bills to pay and knowing that my basic needs were taken care of left much time for shenanigans and tom-foolery. It was like a freedom from consequences type of freedom. There were consequences for sure, but what would be the major one? I'd do something "wrong" and get grounded? Or my mom would not let me stay up and watch Twin Peaks and would also not record it for me? (True story. That was just mean.)



Although, there's a whole different kind of freedom now. Sure, I have responsibilities and pets and kids to look after. But if I want to stay up all night playing Left 4 Dead, I can do that. If I want to look at naked people, I can do that. And if I want to eat nothing but pastries for a week, I could do that. Granted, I'd be feeling like utter crap, but I *could* in fact do it without someone telling me otherwise. It's a freedom without restraints. I feel like I have a choice in where my life is going and what I decide to do. And even though the bills suck, it's definitely much better than being a kid.

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