Inspired by Keely the Un Mom's post HERE, I present to you: Things I Keep Doing...
Deciding I'm going to grow out my hair.
I just can't let go of the dream of having a long mane of flowing hair, like I once did. Unfortunately, it does NOT look good anymore. It doesn't have the same texture. I am too old for it. I will never work again as an actress if I let it grow. I must not do this.
Saving the rubber bands.
Every time I find a rubber band, I add it to my big rubber band ball. Then, periodically, I realize that all of the rubber bands in the big rubber band ball are old and cracked, and I throw the whole thing out. I then, of course, start a new rubber band ball. I seem to need about...3 rubber bands at any given time in my life. I do not need 460 rubber bands.
I think I can honestly say that I have never eaten a dish made from tofu which made me say "Ooooo, yummers!" The best I can do is "Hmmm, edible". But I keep purchasing the tofu in various forms, and I continue to think it's nasty.Wearing the silly ears.
Every year, when I unpack the Easter decorations, and decorate the house, I stick a pair of bunny ears on my head. And promptly forget that I'm wearing them. I have answered the door for the UPS man in my bunny ears. I have worn them to the grocery store, absolutely oblivious to the reason everyone was staring at me. On Tuesday when I unpacked the decorations, I immediately stuck them on my head. I next realized they were on my head when I got out of the car at Jude's school.
Looking and gasping.
I always have an idea of what I look like. I think I know what my hair looks like, my face, my body. I have a firm idea of myself inside my head. But daily, I walk past a mirror, see the person who is me in said mirror, and gasp in disbelief. Is that really what I look like? I look awful! How can I be so off in my perception of myself?
Telling the same stories.
I have done this all my life. I'll have a story which I deem funny and charming and then I dopily repeat it over and over, forgetting who I have already told it to. And it's usually a story that I believe makes me seem sexy and incredibly clever. Which, of course, makes it seem even more pathetic and not sexy nor clever when someone has heard it 3 or 4 times.
Expecting Jimmy to learn.
A few weeks ago, I complained about how Jimmy, after having lived in our home for 8 years, still does not know where things belong in our kitchen. But the most ridiculous thing about this is that I continue to think he will learn. "See look, honey, the bowls nest inside each other on this shelf. See?" "Look honey, this shelf has the CERAMIC bowls, and this other shelf has the PLASTIC bowls. They're different, see?" But he never learns. He will never learn.
I seem to be almost pathologically incapable of saying "no" when asked to help with something. I am never the one who asks "Could you make these phone calls for me?" but I am always the one who, when asked this same question says "Okay." I have tried to analyze myself in this regard. Is it guilt? No, I don't think so. Is it a need to be seen as "capable" and "a doer"? Yes, probably. I firmly believe in the 20/80 theory - that 20 percent of the people do 80 percent of the work. And I am terribly proud to be part of the 20 percent. I enjoy it. It makes me happy. So why do I complain all the time??!!
What stupid things do you keep doing?
Don't do that thing where you leave without reading the other spinners!
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Next week on The Spin Cycle...
Yes, I know that many of you East Coasters are still under a pile of snow. But it's been Springtime for over a week now, and I think it's time for some Spring awakening!
What Springtime things are you thinking about? Flowers? Birdies? Bunnies? Hay fever?
Show us pictures of Spring in your neck of the woods. Have you pulled out a few Spring dresses from the back of the closet? Let's see them.
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