Crappy Addictions I Am Addicted To

Thankfully I don't have addictions to crack or gambling. Let's all give a little nod of thanks for that.

I do, however, have crappy obsessions that won't kill me or make me lose my house but they are worth sharing with my friends (and anyone else who might be reading this):

Crappy Addictions:

1. IPod games - I have worked my way through a number of IPod games. These games have the power to consume me sometimes to the point where I don't speak to my husband, miss huge plot points in Lost or wake up in the middle of the night to get the baby her pacifier and then happily jump back into bed to play my game since I am up. Specifically, these are some of the super nerdy games I have been playing (although I rarely play more than one game at a time - instead I play and play one game until I bore with it and get a new one) in order: Build A Lot, Ranch Rush, Myst, Hangman, Sally's Spa, Cooking Dash, Where's Waldo and, currently, Bejeweled. I have my eye on Monopoly next.

2. Auction sites like Gilt Groupe.

3. Buying greatly discounted baby clothes on said sites.

4. Finding a table the sale size as a useless nook on my deck.

There are probably more but I have lost steam and, frankly, I want to play Bejeweled.

Crappy Stories I Can't Stop Reading

I don’t know how we pinned the term on it exactly, but around our house we call them “sad sack stories.” These are stories with headlines like “Man Falls Off Stone Mountain” or, more hopefully, “Dog Risks Life to Save Other Dog.”

I read these stories a lot. I actively search them out. On average, depending on workload, I probably check CNN’s Justice tab at least once a day. A cold case? I’m on it. Specific regional stories from local news affiliates? I am reading those, too.

Jon doesn’t get it. Maybe it’s because an integral part of reading sad sack stories is sharing them. When talking to Jon, I now have to preface them with “Um, can I tell you another sad sack story?” He usually says, “Yes,” because he is nice. But several times he has asked, politely of course, “Um, what’s the point of these stories?” Like I am supposed to come up with a moral or something.

The thing is I don’t have an answer for him. I could probably make one up—like, “I am just confirming that my life isn’t so bad,” or, “it’s a crazy mixed up world we live in,” or, “I work from home, so what?” The real reason is that I gravitate to these stories because I learned that’s what you should do.

Growing up in a small town, as I did, you know everyone’s business. And the business that people are sharing the most is the sad sack stuff—“He just dropped dead of a heart attack," or, ”they just had to shut the doors and walk away,” or, “she broke her wrist AND her sister has cancer.” The next step, of course, is to either join a prayer chain or take over some soup to the afflicted party.

While a celebratory high-school graduation banner might elicit a public smile and nod and a privately whispered, “A little showy, don’t you think?,” a sad sack story pulls people together every time.

So, maybe since writing that last paragraph I have come up with a reason I love these stories. Because sitting here in Brooklyn, listening to a woman talking loudly about healthcare outside my window, I am still a small town girl at heart. I want to be viscerally connected to the individuals that stream past me. And while I might not get on the prayer chain or FedEx some soup to that dog that risked its life, I can share the story, and keep us all a little more connected.

You’ll have to excuse me, now, the story outside my window is really getting good.

Random Cute thing

I'm on an email list called VSL. According their website, "Very Short List (VSL) points to excellent new (and sometimes vintage) entertainment and media that haven't been hyped to within an inch of their lives."

Anyway, today they sent out a link to a list of fun venn diagrams. And the first one was so darn cute, I had to share it. The middle part says "awesome". I love it.