Addictions

Do you see how the word, 'addictions' begins with the three letters, ADD? I'm sure it's no coincidence. I just spent two and a half hours of my life on mylot.com. Don't even go there. I didn't supply my user link purposefully, in order to save others from doing the same. People make money there by having others click on their link and make up discussions, respond to discussions, etc. It's like YouTube in that you respond to something interesting, and it takes you on a twisted path to another topic, and another, and another, and before you know it, two and a half hours go by. Argh! This summer I've been addiction to playing Crazy Cakes on Pogo. My sister got me hooked on Squelchies. "Run away! Run away!" they call in their cute little voices! That's what I need to do! Aaaaaaa! Run awaaay!

Recently, I was addicted to making bracelets. Pretty stones, beads, crystals and toggles and the sounds they made in the little plastic bins when I ran my fingers through them looking for just the right one. Analyzing and re-doing the pattern of the beads so there wasn't an obvious pattern but just enough to satisfy the Libra in me.

I've been addicted to shopping for scrapbooking materials. More so to the shopping than to the using of them. But, to my credit, I have used almost everything in the five huge scrapbooks I've made for our children.

I can't walk past a pile or bed of rocks without scouring them. Or at least slowing down for a long gander. I've been known to steal rocks out of the Starbucks parking lot.

I collected pigs for a long time, but I don't know if that was an addiction or a hobby. I was selective. I didn't have to have every pig I saw, and stuck to unique pigs and antiques for the most part. I got rid of my collection save for maybe five to ten with sentimental values. My sister stopped collecting pigs when she inadvertently ate some cooked pig testicles at a bar she worked at. The guy who brought them in lied to her about what they were and she devoured several, nearly puking when he told her what they were. She went home and hid every pig in her collection after feeling they were all looking at her after what she had done. lol!

I've been addicted to collecting things for my children's collections: Beanie Babies, Happy Meal sets, especially when they were based on movies like Bambi, Pocahontas, The Little Mermaid; Happy Meal Barbies, action figures such as Mask, Star Wars, Sailor Moon, X-Files. I actually had my own collection of X-Files figures, and played with them, too!

When I was a kid, I collected stamps. I liked the envelopes of stamps you could get in the backs of magazines like Mad or Grit for 25 cents. Someone in some foreign country ripped the stamps off of envelopes and sold them to kids like me. It was fun to see the different stamps from around the world. I collected stamps until about sixth grade, when Joann Swerthofer, one of my best friends, came over with her collection to trade with me. Her idea of collecting stamps and mine were two different things. She had these neatly preserved books of stamps, minted stamps and such, and her I was with all these envelopes of used stamps from around the world and miscellaneous stamps in wax envelopes. I don't know why I didn't collect after that. Maybe I outgrew it, lost interest, who knows? I don't know where my stamps all went. My brothers and sister might know.

I'm addicted to diet Pepsi. That's not a good thing. I can be addicted to potato chips and the combination of peanuts and root beer. If I start eating those things it can be hard to stop. And nacho cheese Doritos.

I've been addicted to romance. That's not a bad thing if it's directed to the right person and the love is there to support it.

I wish I was addicted to something like exercise.

I'm addicted to this blog for the moment.

But I am definitely going to swear off mylot. Let's see, I began by responding to a woman who wondered if she should move back to her hometown area and leave her dear, widowed stepfather behind on the south coast. Then I responded to a question about virginity. From there it went to reading about whether women should shave their private areas. Then it took me to whether men should shave their chests. I was about to respond to a guy who posted a picture of his chest and realized that it was time to go. And never go back.