Friday, September 10, 2010

Day 12 - Something I'm OCD about!

This was probably the hardest post for me to come up with.  I am not one of those type A personalities that have to have things a certain way.  I have to work really hard not to be messy.  I have to work really hard to stay organized.  And my Type A defieciency means I fail at both of those more times than not.  So to say I'm OCD about something would be a real stretch, but I finally came up with something, and I'm sure Matthew will agree with me (since this is something that drives him C-R-A-Z-Y).


I am obsessed by seatbelts.  No one is allowed to ride in my vehicle without wearing a seatbelt.  I'm talking "as long as the car is moving, seatbelts must be worn".  Matthew will let the kids go without a seatbelt if we are driving across a parking lot.  For example, in town the Publix and Target are on the same side of the road but have two different parking lots.  So many times we go from Publix to Target or vice versa and Matthew will tell the kids they don't have to buckle up.  Me?  I make them buckle their seatbelts.  I make sure Kinley is completely strapped/buckled in, even for the 1/10 mile drive at 5mph.  And where did this obsession come from you might ask?  Well when we were younger (before Kyle was even a glimmer in my parents' eye) we were driving through a movie theater parking lot.  My Dad (I think) missed a stop sign and had to slam on the brakes to avoid a collision with another car and all of us in the backseat went a'tumblin.  Kelly literally somersaulted her way to the front of the van. And Kimberly and I got scraped/bruised up a bit from our spill.  So since then, it's all about the seatbelts!

Now on a funnier sillier side note, I have another OCDish habit that Matthew thinks is ridiculous.  I have to sleep in shorts or pajama pants.  No matter what the temperature is outside.  No cute little nighties for me (TMI I know).  I have to have shorts and t-shirts or pants and t-shirts on any time I go to bed.  I blame my parents for this and yes I am still in therapy over it.  When I was about 11 or 12 years old, I was woken early from a very deep sleep probably around 5am.  I was told to hurry up and put my flip flops on and to get in the vehicle.  At that time I slept in a t-shirt that did not quite cover my "undies" (I'm pretty sure I remember it was a Smokey Mountain, GA t-shirt).  I sleepily stumbled into the car not sure where we were going.  When we arrived at our destination, I was mortified to find out that my Mom (who was my girlscout co-leader) and the other Girlscout leader had planned a surprise breakfast for all of us in the troop...AT A TRUCKSTOP!  Yes! You read that correctly...a bunch of pre-teen awkward girls at a truckstop in Tampa for breakfast.  Now she claims that it was not a truckstop, it was a restaurant.  But excuse me, this so-called restaurant was located just North of I-275 near Ray J stadium and in the parking lot were a bunch of semi tractor trailers and where do you think all the drivers of those semis were...sitting in that "restaurant" staring at all of us little girls with our undergarments exposed!  Oh yes!  Therapy is still on-going!


Anonymous said...

Bravo on a very educational and F-U-N-N-Y post! You are right on about the whole parking lot "accident" and wow, I had forgotten your OCD need to wear bottoms to bed!


Kelly Spezzano said...

ROFL this may have been the hardest post for you, but it sure was the most funny one for the rest of us!

I do think you could add hand sani to your list of OCDish tendencies too (not that it's a bad thing, but you are one of the most hand sani using person I know) :)