1.) Describe your latest obsession.
Two words. Online Shopping. I'm just, you know, doing my part for the economy. Giving back. See, it's not always about me and my needs! Sometimes I sacrifice for the sake of America.
2.) Ask a loved one to use 6 descriptive words to describe you and report your findings. How well do they know you?
Yay, I love this one, because it's now back to all about me. ;-)
So I just asked Jimmy, and with a heavy sigh and a dramatic push of the pause button on the remote, he responded with:
"Sharp - Smart, not easily fooled, and you see through people as well as the reality of situations."
"Fun - Unpredictable and funny" "Loving - You have a deep love for your family and friends."
"Wise - Able to discern and analyze situations and choose a wise course of action."
"Thoughtful - From leaving notes, to making an effort to cook even though you hate it, you are thoughtful inside and out."
"Stylish - Not to be taken in a fashion way. Stylish Attitude."
In his words exactly.
Ummmm, ok. He makes me sound good, so I'll take it.
3.) Who was your first bloggy friend? How did you find each other? Do you still correspond?
Okay, so I assume by bloggy friend it means someone who I don't know or didn't know before I started my blog. I would have to say,
Wep. She's been a faithful follower from near beginning, and has always checked in and left the sweetest comments.
4.) Tell us about your pet! If you have a weird infatuation with your dog or cat we want to hear about it (or if they just plain drive you crazy)...but please don't compare them to children. It's just not the same.
Oh. I can go on and on about my dog, and how we just can't handle the pooch. When I went through my few months of anxiety, I had this need for a dog. I felt that I wanted a pup to snuggle with and that would love me despite my flaws. So, I started the search for a rescued dog. We found Bradley. Actually he was Corky when we met him. That should have been my first clue. A dog with the name Corky had to be needy. (Life Goes On, remember that show?) My second clue should have been when the foster mom shoved him on my lap and told me I could take him home with me that night. Oh wait that was the third clue. Second clue should have been when he was adopted from the rescue only to be brought back a week later. But, as I remind Jimmy nearly every day, I can't be held responsible for my decisions when I'm having anxiety.
Oh this dog. You will never meet a needier dog. He's so desperate for affection that if you're shaking your foot while on the couch or chair, he will position himself under that foot so he's getting some kind of petting. It's just never enough for good ol Bradley. You can be in the process of loving on him, and he will be scratching your arm, or leg, or face, begging for more. It's sad. Really sad. But, it's more than that. I can't even begin to make him sound as needy as he is. Lets just put it this way. Even dog people have a hard time loving my dog. Are you kinda getting it now?
Here, watch this...This is Greg playing with Bradley. See what the dog will put up with just to be touched???
Have I mentioned we're not dog people? I walk him, feed him, and pet him (with my foot...on accident, but it counts), but I don't have the desire to dress him and take him with me everywhere I go. He's a dog. Not my child. Not even close. Although, I think that's what he desires to be. After a year, we decided we loved him too much to keep him. We thought he would be better off with a retired couple or an empty nester. So, we set out to find him just the right home. Months later, no takers. Apparently nobody is going through anxiety bad enough to fall for such a scam. Not to mention, Taylor kinda likes him. In his own weird way. He said Bradley's our family and he has to live in our house.
How can I let him go after that?
So, he's here for now. Right under my foot. Ugh.
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