OH...and for those of you who really know me..

I am moved into the new place.

Still chaos- getting settled and getting comfortable with new people and experiences - you'd think we moved far far away - in reality we're five minutes from where we started but hey, we're moved and it's done.

Thank you to all who helped physically and mentally, hopefully this is the beginning of a beautiful and stable new chapter.

wow has it really been . . .

so long between posts. Goodness no wonder why I have no followers...to much time in between entertaining blogs...oh well.

So what shall we discuss - or what shall I rant about today - either way you, the blog reader, are going to be subject to my whim - unless of course you click on to the next blog, but you'll be sorry if you do that....you'll miss what ever snarky comments I have to make today.

I think I shall ponder this - why is it that people will call, trying to get a hold of you - an assumption on my part, but if they are calling does that not in essence mean they want to speak to you? - and when you don't answer - for whatever reason IE screening, busy, bathroom...whatever - why, do they not leave a message?

I find that this happens most often with men. Men will call, but they won't speak to the machine. If you don't answer they don't leave a message. Generally, I would say okay and leave it at that. But here's where my issue comes into play. When I have missed said call, and no message has been left, then I don't - generally - call back.

Now there are exceptions, the elderly, the challenged, the child - those I will call back whether they leave a message or not because I know that if they don't get me on one number they will continue to cycle through the list of numbers that they have for me until they reach me, and will eventually figure I'm dead in a ditch if I'm not answering their call, they will panic -police will then be called and chaos will reign (okay so maybe not that drastic but you other moms/daughters know what I mean). So, I try to save them the trouble and call them back.

But when an able bodied person - males, mostly but let's not be sexist I suppose women do it too - chooses to call me and not leave a message AND THEN give me grief for not calling them back, well that folks is where my rant lies, lays, lies...whatever.

If you can't be bothered to leave me a message, I can't be bothered to call you back. Harsh, cruel even, but the truth. For the most part anyway.

Thank you for reading, as always comment or don't it's up to you - but banter is always accepted.

A word on Obsessive Compulsion

Ok, a few words about obsessive compulsion, or what I suppose to be obsessive compulsion.

I have hang ups, that I think are just like the rest of the world, which in hindsight may not be. When salt is spilt, and I'm there -whether I did it or not - a pinch must be tossed over ones right shoulder.

When thinking or speaking thoughts that are nerve wracking or something that one would "knock on wood" as superstition states for fear of them coming to fruition I MUST knock on wood even substituting my own feeble noggin for the wood...ha ha...you have my permission laugh, those of you who know me to be thick headed - the rest of you do not know me well enough to laugh so you can stop now, just kidding.

I can not read books out of order, the older I get the harder this is for me. I like to start at the beginning. That's it that's where you are supposed to start. Also, with books, I can not read the end no matter how much I try before I read the WHOLE thing. Even if I get a book that I don't particularly enjoy- if I've started it more than likely I HAVE to finish it even if having to read it a bit at a time over months.

When channel surfing I feel ill at ease when not starting at channel 2 and going up from there. I do this with music too....The IPOD Shuffle has been heck on my psyche.

I constantly worry about Karma and when saying or even thinking bad thoughts I fight myself because I worry about the Karmic repercussions.

There are times, more often as I get older, when I get a CD, for example my new favorite We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things by Jason Mraz, I must listen to it over, and over, and over, and over, and over again ...now this isn't totally as I've gotten older, my grandfather, bless his heart, when I was little, threw an audio cassette tape of the musical Annie out of the car window because if he had to listen to it again he was going to tear what precious little hair he had left out.

I do the same thing with movies I enjoy. I don't mean like normal people who watch a movie they like a couple of times over a year.... I currently have like 6 movies on rotation that the love of my life is forced to watch over and over and over again.

Also, with movies and music I tend to have the need to KNOW the words so much so that I can repeat them to the music or the movie, much to many peoples dismay. It doesn't make me a good movie partner sometimes especially if it's been a favorite. I could drive the Pope mad with my movie chatter.

To me these things and others seem to be comforting...I wonder why that is? Am I crazy or am I just as neurotic as the rest of the world, just in my own little ways? Ponder.....

****special thanks to Disney, Pixar or whoever the heck owns Scrat.....he looks how I feel sometimes!