do you ever find yourself completely and totally, but secretly, obsessed with things? it's like all of the sudden you just fixate on something and you have to have it. no, just me? i do this a lot, i've found. and naturally i decided to share those obsessions with you because maybe if it's out there on the blog, i can let it go. and i'll confess a couple other things while i'm at it. thanks, kathy.
...i'm obsessed with sleigh beds. part of me always has been but i don't now, nor do i think i will ever, have the room for one. they're big and decorative and a waste of space and honestly the antithesis of everything my my minimalist loving side stands for. not to mention the perfect care i'd need to take making the bed. but they're just so pretty, and i want to take a picture of hawkeye on one dressed as santa mushing some fake reindeers. is that weird?
...i'm obsessed with owning a barn. one day. a super fancy one, like with brick floors, a high roof, and wrought iron doors on the stalls. filled with retired ponies who need a home. and a staff to clean it, of course - i'm obsessed, not crazy. obviously, i need to win the lotto.
...i'm obsessed with writing down ideas for my next potential 101 list. i haven't finished my current one and the date it ends isn't even until march 2016. but sometimes i have some lofty goals occur to me, so i started tracking them on day zero project (you can follow me), just so i have enough ideas going for next time. the list is currently over 101 ideas.
...i'm obsessed with the (new) betty crocker cookbook. i just got it on amazon (because it was a full $15 more at my bookstore, wtf?) and even though i use pinterest/ my head/ my mom for most of my meal planning, i love the cookbook. all i want to do is sit at home and read it and flag things with color coded sticky tabs while i practice perfect chocolate chip cookies.
and a couple other confessions:
...i get annoyed with myself. i know i write a lot about pet peeves i have about other people, but let me tell you one about myself - i type 'cause' all the time instead of 'because.' i go back and correct it as often as i catch it but sometimes i miss it. it's annoying enough that i say it in conversation but then to type it, too? ugh. it's two extra letters, stephanie, get it together. 'cuz' is not a freaking word.
...that time of the month isn't bad. or really even noticeable. apparently this opinion is an affront to women everywhere, but it's true. it barely registers. the only real sign is that chocolate seems much more appealing and i get irrationally annoyed at the cost of birth control pills and tampons because really, why am i being punished for my good decisions?
...i don't want a tax return. i don't want to owe money, of course, but i don't want any back either. getting money back means that somewhere along the way, i failed, and the government has been holding my money for a year, interest free, when i could have been saving it, investing it, spending it, doing literally anything else with it than have the government hold it for no reason and with no benefit. i just want to be at $0, every year.
got any confessions? or secret obsessions? it can't be just me...