On a positive note...

Sometimes it's hard to see the positive aspects of life, but I'm trying.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

What's wrong with being OCD?

I know several people that are OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). What I'd like to know is why is it considered a disorder because you like to have things a certain way? So what if I straighten the pictures on the wall in the doctors office? What if I pick up pieces of paper on the floor in someone else's home? So, I like things around me to be neat.

Just because it makes me a bit jumpy when I can't pick lint from someone else's coat while they're wearing it doesn't mean I have a disorder. As long as I resist the urge what does it matter? The woman in line in front of me the other night at the King Tut exhibit at LACMA has no idea how lucky she is I have such restraint. I am considering carrying my lint brush in my purse from now on. I mean, what's so OCD about offering someone the opportunity to be neat?

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

I gotta start makin' more noise.

My 19 year old son has a cold. His newest girlfriend came over today to give him a little TLC. He sounds much better this evening.

I'm finding this girl to be very different from the ones he's liked in the past. She's not all about me. I like that...a lot. This afternoon I walked down the stairs, turning the corner of the bottom flight and saw her holding him very tenderly. It didn't bother me at all. On the contrary, I got a warm, fuzzy feeling knowing that someone other then hubby and me cared for our darling son so much. I think I startled David, because he jumped up saying, "We're just watching television!" Hmmm...

After supper I went back upstairs for awhile. Later, I went down to get a bottle of water. I think I'm going to start keeping a supply upstairs. As I turned the corner of the bottom flight I saw my son caressing her. Not overly sexual, but tenderly. I didn't think he'd want me to walk in completely at that moment so I cleared my throat. Again he jumped up mumbling something about watching TV. Son you really gotta get a new story.

Even though this girl looks a bit like my MIL when she was younger, I still like her. Anyone that gets up from the supper table, grabs all the dishes, and loads the dishwasher is aces in my book. The next time I start down stairs I'm gonna start makin' noise at the top of the stairs.

What, me worry?

Okay, here I am. So what am I worrying about? Well, life in general. I'm a worrier. I worry about almost everything. Sometimes I even worry about worrying. Like now. I'm worried I won't keep up with this blogging thing. That's a reasonable assumption since I've never kept any kind of journal or diary in my life.

So, why am I here? What's the purpose of baring my soul to the universe or at least the universe of cyberspace? Frankly, I've always wanted to write...so this is a beginning of sorts. I'm not to sure I'll be any good at it, but I'm going to give it my best.