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1. I crave silence. I love music, but I would rather just hear it from memory in my head than put in a CD.
2. I have a mad crush on "Bob the Builder". He is just SO confident. He says "Can we fix it? Yes we can!" Around here I say "Can you fix it?" and THGGM says "Do we have to talk about this now?"
3. I can only fall asleep at night if I read something first. Then, I will sleep until THGGM wakes me up.
4. I have no idea what clothes I have. I wear what appears at the top of the pile. Sometimes I see pictures of me, and I wonder...'what happened to that shirt?' It's usually at the bottom of the pile. When I keep up on laundry, this means I wear the same things over and over again. If I don't keep up, I have an interesting variety of weird stuff to wear until the pile runs out.
5. I've been told that I need to speak up even when I don't feel like I have anything of importance to say. I found this a shocking thought. I do believe that this blog proves that I can now speak rather ineloquently about unimportant things. Apparently, I was told, people found me intimidating because when I did talk, it was always profound.
2. I have a mad crush on "Bob the Builder". He is just SO confident. He says "Can we fix it? Yes we can!" Around here I say "Can you fix it?" and THGGM says "Do we have to talk about this now?"
3. I can only fall asleep at night if I read something first. Then, I will sleep until THGGM wakes me up.
4. I have no idea what clothes I have. I wear what appears at the top of the pile. Sometimes I see pictures of me, and I wonder...'what happened to that shirt?' It's usually at the bottom of the pile. When I keep up on laundry, this means I wear the same things over and over again. If I don't keep up, I have an interesting variety of weird stuff to wear until the pile runs out.
5. I've been told that I need to speak up even when I don't feel like I have anything of importance to say. I found this a shocking thought. I do believe that this blog proves that I can now speak rather ineloquently about unimportant things. Apparently, I was told, people found me intimidating because when I did talk, it was always profound.
That thought makes me gasp with laughter. I assure you, I am NOT profound.
6. I get panic attacks in warehouse style stores. Something about the lights, I believe. I cannot remember the last time I hopped in the car and went to a large grocery store on my own. If I did, I'm sure I would be on the 11:00 news as the lady who went insane in the store and crashed her cart through several plate glass windows while screaming "I can't breathe!".
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"Do we have to talk about this now?"
Oh Dear...and Bob helps out? Maybe I should get a Bob...
I LOVED this! (Maybe I'll try one soon in my blog.) Especially loved the last one because when we first moved to New York state, many was the time I simply walked out of stores without buying a thing because I was too overwhelmed by all the stuff! I can identify... Loved the Bob the Builder reference, too. :) Blessings, Debra
I've never met Bob myself, but he sounds like a keeper!
EVERYONE should get a "Bob".
Really. I highly recommend it.
Just look at how he inspires Baby Boy to get right to work!
Can't beat Bob. Nope.
I have a "Bob", I call him Dad. I ask, "Dad, can we fix it?" He says, "Yes we can!" What confidence! Then he finally gets around to fixing it 6 months later. And it only takes him 4 minutes to fix whatever was broken. This is to say that my "Bob" is confident, but he is a procrastinator.
I also don't know what clothes I have. I see pictures and think to myself, "where is that shirt?" Sometimes it is at the bottom of the pile, but usually I see Justin wearing it and when I go to take it back from Justin's closet I find that he has the majority of my wardrobe dating back to 2001. Some people are excited to get presents on Christmas, I'm excited after I spelunk through Justin's closet and find all of my old clothes. It's like a Kierkegaardian repetition in the sense that by getting back what one has lost, one learns to appreciate it as though for the first time. These clothes become like a Christmas gift from my past self to my present self.
Oh buddy buddy...I have a closet full of clothes but my "taking care of Dylan" shirts are all at the front and get worn over and over again...after washings, mind you. I have about 6 of them I rotate, haha! Otherwise, EVERYTHING would be stained with baby food, sticky-who-knows-what, and drool, drool, drool. I don't exactly have 'panic' attacks, but shopping malls are something I avoid with a passion unless the store I want to go in to has an entrance from the outside, like a Sears store or something like that. I dunno what it is, but there's like a constant dull roar of voices, noises...it's like the Twilight Zone to me to go out on the mezzanine and walk around. But I don't like retail shopping, anyway. Give me the jumbled, messy aisles of a thrift/second-hand/antique shop with dark corners filled with hidden treasures and I am one happy camper!
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