So, obsessions... yeah, well, we're placing all of the blame on CC - because really, it IS her fault that I started blogging. Seriously, back in early March I probably wouldn't have been able to tell you what a blog WAS let alone tell you how to set one up. Actually, still not sure I can do much more than that... but thanks to this gal I can now receive e-mails that tell me when comments roll in AND set up future posts. Hmmm... not sure I'll use that second one - that whole "spur of the moment" thing and all... Anyway - like I said CC's fault - all agreed say Aye.
Then (and this part leaves CC off the hook - we'll place the blame for this one on my mother... because even if it WEREN'T her fault - and it IS - mothers are always the ones to take any unclaimed blame) my sweet mother invites me to join Facebook... because apparently it's a good place to play Scrabble games even though I am separated from my family by many miles and some very tall mountains. This is fun... oh look - friends from high school too?
I can walk away from the computer - I really can... Like yesterday - because my neighbor S was kind enough to drop off a book I'd wanted to read... so I stayed away from the computer - and read the WHOLE book... in 9 hours... now I ask, whose fault is that (Say S's... personal responsibility is NOT something I'm fond of right now) In my defense - it WAS a great book - I'll post a review at my other blog tomorrow.
Well... you see, I distinctly remember a discussion once with my uncle when we were both young... discussing Alcoholism I believe? Now, neither of us were drinkers (umm... of course we weren't THEN - I mean were aren't drinkers), so even though there was some history of alcoholism in the family we were pretty safe... but we were wondering if that same gene made us more susceptible to addictive behavior in general? Maybe this was just Unca D's way of warning me away from some questionable friends I had? Maybe it's true? Maybe I think about "oh, that's bloggable" a few times a day... Maybe I have reconnected with some of those questionable friends who still crack me up 20 years later and I have wasted a few too many hours shooting back snarky comments on photos and not enough time playing Scrabble with my mother...
Like I said: CC's Fault, Mother's Fault... S's Fault, and apparently - I can also blame it on my Genes... wait, that's just my mom's fault again :)
(for the record - I did "ground" myself this morning and wasn't allowed to turn on the computer until my house was clean... of course, then I got up at 6 a.m. so that I could start cleaning!)