More to the point...idiosyncracies

OK--so I have had a bit more to think...I have another. It absolutely drives me insane if the sheets on the bed and the towels in the bathroom don't match. They need to be all the same color or coordinated correctly. And when C uses one of our burgandy towels when I have the creme or tan ones out, and hangs it up to dry...I try not to freak, but I do end up changing it out with one that matches. Go figure.

I've been tagged...twice

Carrie and Korie have both tagged me, but I am only coming up with five. So, here we go...

idiosyncracy: structural or behavioral characteristic peculiar to an individual or group. Write down five of your idiosyncracies, then, if you widh, tag five people, so here we go:

• I absolutely dispise people who drive down the street with their blinker on for blocks and blocks and blocks. I want to scream at them, don't you hear that incessant "ding, ding, ding". Turn it off!
• On the religious thing, thanks Korie. I don't understand why people say "it was God's will" that this happened to me. OK, so God loves you because something good happened to you, but hates me because something not so good happened to me. I don't think so. But we won't get into a discussion that C loves to have, "...but does God really exist? Prove it to me."
• Stupid people. Or should I just say people with no common sense, but somehow still think that the world owes them something.
• IKEA on a Sunday afternoon. Period.
• My new game. After almost eleven years with C, I found a new game that absolutely drives him batty. If you see a reporter or anchor on TV with a peculiar face tick, or misproportioned body part, I tell him, look at that reporter's lip as she talks, it droops to one side the more she keeps going. (ie the reporter for NBC news that is in Aruba following the Natalee Halloway dissappearance, her lower lip falls to the right as she is talking), and all he can now focus on is that "lip" and he forgets to listen to what they are saying. Then we can't watch anymore. I just giggle to myself the whole time.

OK--that wasn't so bad. I could go on, but I will wait for another day.

To find the time...

I love writing entries in my blog, and I adore reading my girfriends' blogs, so why does it take me forever to make an entry in mine? I am going to try and place something in here at least once every two or three days, and then I will feel better. So what's new with me? Working way too much, and having a difficult time deciding over this whole bankruptcy/asset purchase with the other company.

More importantly though, I hate my face. The whole non-birth control thing/not pregnant thing is making my face break out horribly, and the no-acne teenager years are paying a toll on me again. I buy everything under the sun, OTC, that I come across to rid my face. I try it for two weeks, and if I don't see an improvement, throw that out, and try again. Forget the meds that I have from the dermotologist, because of warnings on the labels. I seem to be getting better with my latest purchase, either that or I'm pregnant. So let's all cross our fingers for my face, that my acne-hell is over soon!!

So many things...

So many thoughts running through my head that I can't get a moment of peace and quiet. My question is how does life get so busy and complicated so quickly? I can remember when I was 21, completely anxious and wanting my business life to begin with meetings, appointments, and things to do. Now that I have all that--can someone take it all away. Isn't life funny, as you get older you begin to realize just how some of these old sayings are true. This one comes to mind, "Be careful of what you wish for, it may come true." I still love what I do, but I would love to do less of it. Maybe its just an adjustment period, because I am evolving into my profession, and expanding my responsibilities in management. But still...

I would just love to stay at home for a solid week and get my scrapbook room organized. I have been needing to solve some major organization snags for a long time. So this weekend I broke down and went sailing into IKEA with my brand new 2006 catalog determined to get a room fit for a scrapbooking queen (economically.) So, I purchased three bookcases, some containers, and lights for my remodeled room. When I got home, C put together all the bookcases, and I attached the lights (side note: I used an drill for the first time, and it was fun), and set up the bookcases up just like I had imagined in my head.

Ican't believe I started on it, and want to continue this weekend. Hopefully, by the end of August I will have my dream scrapbook room. I will post pictures when I am finished.