I tried to get out of the truth about how much I check on things like making sure the stove is turned off, and making sure the doors are locked at night or when I leave my house, but alas, I had to go back there and confess. (* see earlier post) My conscience wouldn't have it any other way. The truth is, I do check myself and I in no way meant to indicate to anyone out there who suffers even more than I, that this was a put down to folks whose ocd. may be more serious; when after telling you some of my habits, I added, "at least I don't..."

This, of course, is another one of my checks on me; because no one has called me on it. I just realize that mental health issues cannot be taken lightly for those who suffer more than others with a particular disorder. It concerned me that I may have been offensive to someone who really does have to check their stoves or door locks a thousand times.

Though I don't check myself quite a thousand times, I really do check myself more than once or twice at times. I am still wondering if George W. wouldn't be better off doing these checks before he gives a speech. I just can't get that thought off my mind. His speeches remind me of myself, when I don't take the time to think over an entry here in my blogsite before I publish the entry. Though, I am not called to actually serve the country with my blogsite, so there really is no comparison of me and George. Yuck. Don't like the thought. I can go on about a thing...

A bad thing? No, I wouldn't call my checks a bad thing necessarily. A thing that makes me nuts? Yeah, that's more like it. The truth is I have inherited my issues with ocd. from my paternal grandmother, "grandma B.", whom I loved dearly!! She and I had a special thing going...I miss her.

One of my favorite places to visit, kinda' sums up how the whole ocd. thing can put one in a spin at times; with something as simple as a toddler's educational toy. I do however, think this lovely mom is simply referring to the ocd thing tongue-in-cheek; and, perhaps it is not a major difficulty in her life.

Thankfully, this pesty thing does not include, at least for me, obsessions of many superstitions. I try to go on faith instead. Every now and then, I get an eerie feeling if I'm traveling a country road and a black cat runs across the road in front of my vehicle. Then I realize what a crazy thing it is to feel eerie about seeing a lovely black cat in the road. What I want to know, is how is it that I can shrug some things off, and not others? Oh the marvels of our minds...

I just found out about an excellent gift I'll be getting for Christmas; compliments of my step-dad, my mom, and my aunt. They are, the three of them, purchasing for Sam and myself, a Maytag dishwasher, to be installed on Thursday!! Oh my gosh, what a marvelous surprise. Sam and I sold a house where we had just remodeled our kitchen, installing all new appliances, including a top-of-the-line dishwaher. I have missed my new kitchen. I have REALLY missed my new dishwasher; however, I have been making the best of things at the kitchen sink. I am humbled by the sentiments of my family, who want me to have an easier time of it in the kitchen once again. They wanted this to be a surprise, but it would have been almost impossible, since the plumber coming to do the installation will need a few hours at our place, with Sam doing the carpentry work to remove the cabinet where the dishwasher will sit.

With all my talk about my pesty ocd. issues, you can probably guess where this is going, can you not?

How ever will I continue with my writings of my "thoughts from the kitchen sink"? Where there's a will...