Wednesday, February 15, 2012


Recently, I had an interesting revelation when it came to my husband and I.  (No, not that we're totally adorable, even though that is true.  But I've known that for years so it doesn't quite count as a revelation.)

No, it's that it is overwhelmingly obvious he grew up with two siblings and I was raised with one.  (Although I should probably said he was raised, because we all know he never really grew up.   ;)  )

That's not the revelation.  Of course I knew that long before we were married.  But y'all should know by now that I build up to my huge announcements of life-altering proportions.  I mean, what's the point in cultivating a teensy bit of a flair for the dramatic if I'm never going to use it?  

Mr. Eggshells gave me three cookies in my lunch today.  See?  Proof positive!

No, it doesn't matter what kind of cookies they were (Oatmeal Rocks...and aren't you all jealous - and if you don't know what those are, just suffice it to say you are very very jealous!!!), but that there were three of them.  Not two, not four, but three.

To a person raised with two siblings, three - or multiples thereof - is the number of balance, harmony, and sharing.  To a person raised with one sibling, three is a number of immense confusion, adjustment and, dare I say it, fractional math.  I dared.

I never realized how much that particular concept had attached itself to everything I did until I married the Mister.  I allocate everything into the balance of my own paradigm.  Even numbers are fair, easily arranged, and comfortable to me.   That's why I buy four apples, and why when he buys three oranges I'm unconsciously yet frantically trying to figure out where the extra one goes.  (This week it went into an orange and fennel spinach salad with a raspberry vinaigrette that you're jealous of as well, by the way.)

But I digress.  The point is, that it's a complete revelation to me at age (40+) 29 that my childhood patterned so strongly and so subliminally that it actually causes me to acclimate to the "stressor".  

I have no idea if my purchasing or providing four items jars the Mister as much as three does to me.  I suspect not, because he's more comfortable with math than I am, and the fraction thingy doesn't drive him nuts.  Plus his OCDemon is weirder different than mine.

It does make me ponder, however, what other behaviors of mine are ingrained to this degree that I haven't figured out yet...

In the end however, I guess it doesn't really matter.  I got THREE cookies after all.  Yay!

Friday, February 10, 2012

Things and Stuff

This is a guilt post.  I know, I know, it's my blog and I shouldn't feel guilty but I haven't posted since mid-January.  MID-JANUARY.   You people were just left hanging and I didn't even come back and check on you.  No Kitty, that's a bad Kitty!  (Yes, I've been watching Southpark, damn you Netflix streaming!)

So what's new?  Oh right this is really one-way communication unless y'all comment back.  Hey, there's an idea.  What do YOU all want me to talk about?  Leave me a comment or an email (ceriserose at gmail dot com) and suggest something.  I may not use it, but at least then I'll know who of you have opposable thumbs and who don't.  

Now on to why I'm posting.  I have no topic so today it's going to be all about things random.  

1.  I'm completely addicted to Pandora Radio.  If you haven't tried it, you absolutely should.  You set up a station or two based on artists you like and it gives you other similar artists in the mix and plays you all sorts of songs.  I've rekindled love for some artists I'd forgotten about and found many new ones.  (And in a related rhetorical question, just how many covers of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" are there anyway?!?)

2.  I've been having trouble getting back into the novel, but it's mostly due to storyline threads that I keep either changing or losing.  One of my favorite writers posted a picture of her work space on Facebook and it hit me.  I should be using post-it notes to keep track of the plot.  Only instead of a wall (since my work space is wherever my rear-end lands), I bought some neon-coloured (heh, Canadian) 11x14 poster board and will use those.  Since I'm trying to keep two separate storylines going before they converge, this should help immensely.  Since my head just doesn't manage that kind of convolution.

And aren't I a meaniehead for mentioning the book that I haven't finished writing and continuing to whet your appetites?  Yes, yes I am.  :)

3.  My house makes me crazy.  We've been spending a good deal of time doing renovations for the last several years and "stuff" just keeps getting moved from one pile to another, one room to another.  This Spring I've decided to just sit down and get real with all this stuff, and sort the crap out of it.  (It can't read, so unless one of you tells the stuff what my plans are, it shouldn't be forewarned and hide or multiply or something.  And you won't do that because you so don't want to awaken my ire.  Plus, just by reading my blog you are automatically entered on my side and must work with me not against me.)

Websites keep showing me ads for Professional Organizer Certification.  The Internet is just taunting me now.

4.  I have yet to get out my end-of-year/Christmas/Yule/New Year's letters.  (Actually I have yet to write one, but that's beside the point.)  I have a strong suspicion that those are not going to happen for several months.  I've decided that maybe I'll just do a late Summer one, since I've come to realize over the years, that September is when my mind and body re-set for the year.  Of course, most of you that know me, and know me well, know better than to hold your breath on that score.

5.   Wow, made it to 5.  Um, well this is getting really long, so I think I'll just stop and figure out what to actually write for next time.  :D