so…Benny thinks I rock. which is cool, since there’s not too many times in one’s life that you are actually told you deserve an award…
It may be a I Picked Your Blog Award, also known as the NosePicker Award, but it fits me. no, not because I pick my nose, but because in receiving it, I have to talk about me.
And let’s face it, this blog is all about, well, talking about me. Or things I find funny. More ME. Or how others make ME feel. See the pattern?
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There are these rules that I have to follow. Not that I am a huge rule follower, but when it comes to surveys or making lists of little eccentricities, I am all kinds of ho-ish…. (if you read this, then you already know it.)
I have to list a few of my obsessions, which are random and weird…but is that a bad thing, really?
So, let’s see.
I am FASCINATED with Baggo. Otherwise known as Cornhole (In Kentucky, Ohio and Arkansas). Actually, I am not obsessed with the game, because it’s essentially just throwing bean bags in a hole, cut in a board. But I am obsessed with the American Cornhole Association (ACA) and that there are leagues and t-shirts. I will find a way to work the word Cornhole into a conversation, especially if I have imbibbed an adult beverage in the pool. I had hoped I would get a t-shirt for my birthday, but all I got was a stern lecture. *sigh*
I am obsessed with mail order catalogs. I love looking through them. I rarely buy anything from them, but I will get a dozen or so a week and I will actually sit down and browse through them. Because you never know when you will need ice cubes in the shape of a shot glass or bunion socks. It’s helpful to know those items are merely a phone call away.
I am obsessed with locking the doors. I firmly blame my enjoyment (is that the right word) with having the living shit scared out of me and the thought that Michael Meyers or Freddy Kreuger is going to come in through the front door and do me in. I don’t care if you have SWORN on a stack of bibles that they have locked, double locked and triple checked the locks, I will get my sleepy self up and go check. again.
I am obsessed with porn. Which sounds a lot dirtier than it should. (I mean, CORNHOLE??? puh-leese!!!) Not obsessed with WATCHING porn, but that people take it so seriously…they actually have their own version of the Oscars, which I find hysterical that the award isn’t more phallic, like, say, an ACTUAL Oscar which is gold and phallic. But to admit this makes me sound all pervy and weird. I find it crazy that these folks are called “actors” and “directors” and “stylists”, because basically, isn’t it just a bunch of folks running around, being, well, porny?
Which brings me to my all consuming obsession, which is just knowing IT. Whatever IT maybe, I wanna know all about IT. Thank GOD for Wikipedia!!! I can spend hours reading, books, magazines, online, references, cross references, whatever. If IT tickles my fancy, then I will read and read and read. Alas, being a mommy doesn’t give me much time to think about IT or what IT is or where IT is going…but when the mood strikes, I will stick my nose in IT and not move until I get my fill of IT. (is it me, or did this sound alot like dirty-ness?)
So for the three readers I have left that aren’t related to me after the last two admitted obsessions, thank you for sitting through this weird walk through the maze that is my mind. It’s a tricky minefield to navigate, but at least I am a unique party guest, yes?
OH! I need to tag and forward said NosePicker Award so the weirdness can march on…
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