Oh good GOD, were you all just about to close this post or on the contrary, roaring to read on? I just typed that and kinda gasped/giggled a bit because that sentence is so not my blog vibe.
But, per usual, I digress.
I've always been that weird girl. And by weird I mean anal retentive.
See? Not such a scary post anymore, huh?
Digressing again. Deep breath.
While my sister is considered the mess in the family (as in, strewing her clothes all over her floor so as to infer that a tornado came sweeping through her room and her room only), I've been the neat freak (as in, I'm known to arrange the dresses in my closet by color). There's a dish in the sink? Well, putting it in the dishwasher only requires one extra step. My computer files are the opposite of cluttered, instead organized into folders. Lotsa folders.
Am I freaking you out yet? Because that's not the point of this post. I swear.
My anal retentiveness (oh wow, that is a word?) did not come out of nowhere. Oh no. I have my wonderful and equally anal mother (yep, another anal one...dirty) to thank for this sort of behavior.
Which begs the terrifying question, am I my mother?
(cue the gasps)
Now, don't get me wrong. I love my mother. Adore her actually. Worship the ground she...
I love my mom. She's fantastic and saintlike (she works with 2 year old
(cue the crickets)
I've come to accept that my kick ass organization skills are merely a result of my Type A personality. But Type As need to be careful. Their specific type of crazy can get out of hand. They must be aware of themselves.
Which brings me to my next point. We all have our certain kind of crazy. I learned this a while ago. My dad calls it your "schtick" (we're Jews, what can ya do?). We've all got one (or several); it's just a matter of a) accepting it and b) handling it.
As I've clearly proved, my crazy is anal.
But at least now you know I'm not dirty, not in that way or any other.
Not that I judge anyone who is.
In fact, I'd gladly tidy/clean up after you.
What do you find you get from your parent(s)?
16 comments:
You are too damn funny! I was gasping when I read the intro on my reader list. Wow! I'm pretty anal retentive as well. It's kind of ridiculous... oh well. There are worse things we could be, right?
BWAHAHAHAHA!
*composes self*
*giggles*
I heart you.
& I'm only my mother in the way that I got her sense of humor. It's not like others; she was a rare breed lol
I however, do take after my grandmother. Which is scary because growing up I swore up & down that I would NEVER be like her! & *cough* I am.
She's hardcore British and if you don't hold your " eating utensils" right she would get on to you! or when we were little she'd whack our hands with the dreaded wooden spoon! LOL I kid you not. Now I find myself getting onto my husband about ettiquette (sp?) quite a bit. I don't beat him with a wooden spoon though. haha!
I am the exact same way! Down to the mother.
Damn genes.
~ Jen
hahaha how funny!
One time in colleg; I walked into the Mountainlair (kind of a communal food court/study area), and the lights were burning my eyes. My senses were so overstimulated, and as I sit down I yell "will someone turn off the f****ing lights!" And then I collapse in my chair and mumble I've turned into my mom. Luckily I also got her love for the arts, and her hardworker-ness.
i was about to give a "OH I'M SO PROUD OF YOU FOR DOING A TMI THURSDAY!!!"
then i read it's just about organizing. haha. great.
for real though, as soon as i read that first line i had to look back up to see if i was really on the blog i thought i was on.
and i don't care what anyone says, i may look like my mother, but we are nothing alike. she would have cringed at your first line. :)
From my mom, I get the need to save everything. Until I remember what I got from my dad and get the urge to throw it out.
It's a life-long battle.
2 I will mention:
1 - I chew the inside of my mouth... it's weird, and I have no idea how I would have come up with it except my mother does it
2 - the Man once asked me what I would grab out of our apartment (at the time) in the event of a fire... I said I would grab a jacket on the way out, along with some other stuff... he thought it was weird I would take the time - in a FIRE - to grab a jacket... well, if we have to wait outside somewhere it might get.. oh my god... I just realized I'm my mother...
are we twins or something??? i the neat freak of my family too and sadly (awesomely?) my closet is color coordinated too! i totally inherited that from my mother, but probably took it a couple steps too far, oh well, haha.
ahahaha! You killed me with that first line!
I need to be more anal, I think. hahahaha!
Hi, my name is Karyn and I'm analholic! There...I said it!
I've got the same thing you do...NEAT FREAK! I've mellowed a bit with age but still have a full blown case!
I too get mine from my mother, she is the queen of anal retentive...one thing out of place in my dresser drawer as a kid and the whole contents were dumped on my bed and I had to reassemble my drawer to perfect order. Now I'm not that bad...but pretty darn close!!
Glad to know I'm not alone!
Hugs to you!
Karyn
Ali!!! you are sooo funny!!!
I'm completely anal too (har har), in every aspect of life. Good to know I'm not alone! And I'd rather be a neat freak than a filth wizard.
I am definitely anal, a perfectionist, and very artsy. He he, you anal girl you! That makes you uniquely you by the way.
Haha! And we become even more like our moms the older we get.
I wish I could have some of your kick-ass organizational skills. I am *trying* but it's not easy. It makes the mind feel SO much better though.
My Mom totally wigs out on holidays. Everything has to be just so. I am SO that girl now. Sigh. Every other day I'm a slob. Ah ha
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