Carys Weldon Blog
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Carys is Obsessive CompulsiveSo, I should be out the door for my trip to Idaho but I'm a little (okay, A LOT) obsessive compulsive. I had to check my email ONE MORE TIME. And look here to see if there was anything else I could take care of or respond to before I hit the road.
My kids are moving slow this morning. I'm the morning gal. They are night owl types. Sigh. And...get this...I have four daughters, one son. The boy is 14. And ALL the girls put together, plus me, can get ready faster than he does. What's up with that?
Obsessive compulsive folks will understand--it drives me crazy if I can't handle something I've taken on. And if I've set time constraints on when I need to get out the door or be somewhere--and someone else slows me up or speeds me up. I'm just as annoyed either way.
I don't wanna be annoyed, but sometimes emotions happen. And all you can do then is ride with the flow or try to stem it.
I'm a flow-girl. I like to yell on occasion, or cry as the case me be. I like to sing at the top of my lungs--which my kids are always worried about when we climb in the car for a trip. Hehehe Because I take only MOM approved music. Which includes show tunes--I love Cockeyed Optimist from South Pacific. And Oklahoma. And, if you see my music list in my profile, a whole lot of other things. When they whine, though, I say...be careful or I'll pull in somewhere and buy a Donny Osmond CD. Yeah, I used to be a fan.
But that's because a kid at Turkey Run State Park (Indiana) once sang Go Away Little Girl to me while I was on vacation. He was skipping rocks. We were watching each other out of the corner of our eyes. I was twelve and hopeful. You know how that goes.
Always hopeful that some guy is looking my way. Even if you're married, you want someone (at least your husband! or SO) to notice what you're up to.
Right now, I think my son is trying to get my attention BY MOVING SLOWER THAN A ROCK.
Now, I say that in full knowledge that rocks can move. IF YOU THROW THEM. Or knock them down a hill.
LOL No. I'm not planning on pushing him around. But, I may threaten to motivate him.
Wait. Rock trivia. Do you know where The Devil's Golf Course is and how much a year the rocks there move?
On that note, a riddle, I'll hit the road...Jack.
Which brings up two of my stories: Pack City and Jack: In the Pack.
Do you know Jack?
1 Comments:
It's in Death Valley, California. The rocks there move once every two or three years.
