Wednesday, December 23, 2009


You know when you're laying in bed, waiting for sleep to come, and you get the greatest ideas? Then, of course, you're certain you will remember them so there's no need to get up and get a piece of paper...and when you wake up, they are gone?

Yeah, that's where I am right now.

My idea was to move this blog away from the shop and more into, well, a blog...a bit of an online journal where I can share things about my life, which some might say is quite interesting. I always seem to have something weird going on. Hopefully it will entertain someone out there...if not, my loving Mother is one of my followers. She'll always pat me on the back and tell me I'm special.

So what am I up to today? Baking, working, and taking care of Quinn. If you don't know me, you'll learn all about Quinn and what I do as a job, but for this first post of the "new leaf" I will share an odd thing about me. Sadly for you, it deals with the bathroom.

Maybe reading this strange tidbit of information, you will be intrigued enough to want to follow me, to check in from time to time and see what sort of shenanigans I've gotten myself involved in. In subsequent posts, I'll introduce myself and aspects of my life so that you may actually feel like you have known me for years.

I realize I'm probably setting myself up for embarrassment but if there's ever anything you want to know, ask. You may get way too much information, but that's the beauty of blogs, right?

Odd fact #1:
Up until recently, I have not been able to go to the bathroom (I'm talking #2) with the light on. And my cat has to be in there with me. Let me explain further. The light thing stems from those stupid shows that expose perverts that install cameras in bathrooms. At the time this little quirk started, I was living in an apartment in North Carolina. We'd moved onto the floor and only one other apartment of the total of 4 on our floor was occupied, by a really, really creepy guy. I swear I heard someone up in the attic a number of times, and noticed a vent facing the toilet in the main bathroom. That was enough to make me want to turn off the light.

For what it's worth, there was also a perfectly drilled hole in the one bedroom right over where a bed would be. Nothing had ever been screwed into this hole and it wasn't in a place where one would hang a plant or anything anyway. I put masking tape over that hole.

If I left the light on, I'd be all worried that someone was watching me, and wouldn't be able to relax enough to do what I needed to do. Ok, so a sane person would have just opened the grate and looked for a camera, but whatever. I'm not a paranoid person in general, just when it came to that.

The cat thing, that's not for me, it's for her. If I close the door, she scratches and yelps until I let her in. Not relaxing at all...and in the above mentioned bathroom, the door was clear on the other side of the room. Not a good situation.

So, when I walk into the bathroom to do my thang, I call the cat.

There you go. I like to think of myself as quirky rather than frickin insane, but I'm sure, over time, you'll come to the conclusion that there really isn't much difference between the two phrases.

Off to bake cookies. Don't worry, I'll wash my hands first.