Monday, August 22, 2005
OCD Idiot
You've heard that people generally dislike qualities in others because they have those same qualities themselves, right? Well, I hate obsessive compulsive people (I've known a few and they're whacko) and apparently this means that I hate myself. I clearly demonstrated OCD traits yesterday when I got my mind set on a project and found it very difficult to stop, despite the fact that it was making me sick.Case in point: ever since we moved to this house in Nashville, I have hated an overgrown bush that is right in front of the dining room window. So, as Huz and I embarked on our one major chore for the weekend (which was to paint the ceiling in the living room because the owner did some repair work on it right before we moved in and never had it re-painted - grrr), I got it in my mind to take care of the pesky bush.
After painting, I decided that the mini-blinds were filthy and needed to be cleaned. I brought three of them outside and started to clean them by hand and quickly decided that I needed a hose to make quick work of it. So, I drove to Home Depot to get a hose. Somehow, much to Huz's surprise, I came home with a hose, a rake, and garden shears. *shrug* Don't ask me how THAT happened! :)
After I cleaned the blinds, I embarked on working on the bush that had been bothering me for weeks. It was so overgrown that it was blocking half of the big window that really could be letting in more light. So, I started cutting it down a bit. I made it pretty short and then started my attack on an ugly bush right in front of the other bush (whoever did the "landscaping" on this house was a genius). Eventually, the front bush was gone and several hours had gone by with me working outside.
I haven't mentioned how hot it was yesterday. I almost passed out because it was in the high 90s with super high humidity and I had been working outside (like an OCD idiot) in the afternoon for several hours. My face was beet red, my heart was pounding, and my hands were shaking as I came in and tried to drink a glass of water. Not good. Huz finally made me sit down and drink another glass of ice water and then he restricted me to the house because, like an OCD idiot, I wanted to go back out and finish the job. He wouldn't let me leave and go back outside AT.ALL. I was secretly glad that he asserted his will over me (which he never does) because my OCD sickness was driving me back out into the heat and I probably would have passed out and melted into a little pool of sweat never to be seen or heard from again. Thank you Huz.
Sheesh. So what qualities do YOU hate in others that's lurking in yourself? Hmmm?
p.s. Here's a recent picture of pure cuteness.
Expect to see more pictures in the future because tomorrow we (drumroll please) get cable internet installed!
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