Five Weird Things

OK, so here it goes...
1)When I first come home, say from work, I HAVE TO pick up/put everything that is not in it's place, away. I Have To make all beds,..everything has to be orderly, before I do ANYTHING else. Otherwise, I just cannot relax, it drives me too crazy! - Jackie just brought this "disorder" to my attention the other day...
2)Well, this kinda goes along w/#1, but also, I HATE leaving my house a mess. It also drives me insane. That is, honestly, a big part of why I'm always late to everything. ...yea, I do take longer than most, maybe, to get ready,.. but that's also because I usually don't "just" get ready,...I clean, put things away, as I'm getting ready. Like, if I'm in the bathroom doing my makeup, and I notice the toilet is dirty, I'll stop doing my makeup and clean the entire bathroom. If I leave w/the house a mess, I usually won't have a very good time doing whatever it is I'm doing.
3)Well, I don't think this is weird, but Wendy, and a couple other people, have told me this is; that I sing to myself, quite often. I like singing.
4) I shave my finger and toe knuckles. I don't think women should have hairy knuckles. Just not right.
5)Hmmmm... I guess I'd have to say that I like soup so much. At work, 9 times out of 10, that's all I eat.. Jacob's even caught on and asked me why I only eat soup at work! ... Cause soup Rocks!! You just cannot go wrong with soup!!

Ok, so either I don't know how to google, or this was a major sign...
Just for fun, I tried to google my name. I entered "Becky Graves", Cedar Rapids, Iowa.
What came up you ask??? Well, let me tell you.
ObesityHelp.com, PalsticSurgery.com, another obesity one and a couple other pastic surgery ones..
Well how nice! So I look up my name and all I can find are sites for fat and ugly people. That's great. Just great.
It might as well had Becky'sfatass/alienface.com
What a reassurance. I needed that... because right now I just don't quite feel bloated enough!..

Man in my driveway

A couple nights ago, Tuesday night to be exact, I went out with a friend of mine. We went out for Sushi, and then went to Paddy's for a drink. I arrive home at 11:00pm. So, I pull into my driveway, which most of you know, is at the back of our house, in the alley. I'm listening to music on the radio, and as I pull in, I think, ' that's weird, I hear guys talking..', but, it doesn't really phase me. So I turn off my car and open my door - standing only a couple feet away from me,next to Jerry's truck, I see a black man holding a bag. As soon as I opened the door, he say's to me; "Um, excuse me ma'am, I was collecting cans and was wondering if you had any cans for me?" I simply replied; "No, I don't, sorry." And then I QUICKLY walked to my back door, unlocked it, and went inside, making sure it was locked once I was in. It Freaked me out! I seriously thought, as I walking to the door, of the Friends episode where Pheobe yells out "Hall Ass!!" And ran away. I so wanted to yell out, at that moment, Hall Ass! -cause that's exactly how I was feeling. - So then I go upstairs to our bedroom and I wake Jerry up and tell him what just happened,.. all he said was; "So is gone now?" and said "I think so?" and then Jerry said "Ok, then goodnight", and he rolled over and went back to sleep.
Gee Jerry, thanks for your concern. I could've been shot, or kidnapped. Or that guy could still be lurking outside our house, waiting for the right moment to break in and kill us all.. But, to be fair, we have known for some time now that there was a guy out there whose been digging through our garbage and taking our cans. So, I'm sure it was the same guy. But still, so if that guy was/is perfectly harmless, then what was he thinking? Shouldn't he realize that a man, of any race/color, standing in someone's driveway, darkness, alley, would scare the other person, Especially a woman? You would think that, yea, ok, so he was just diggin' through our garbage, but then as soon as he saw me pull in, he should have just walked away, or at least hid, so as not to frighten me. I think he's mental, in one way or another..

American Idol

Tonight is the season premiere of American Idol. I believe this is the 5th season, and it's bound to be the best!
I encourage all to watch this show, as it is tv entertainment at it's best! Good times will be had by all who watch this! And if you don't watch the show,.. well then, I pity the Fool! I Do! I Do!!

Confessions of a Lippy Wife

Ok, so I'm just gonna be brutally honest, and be the first to admit that I am not always a nice person. GASP!!!! (I know, I know, it is quite a shock, but c'mon, pull it together!) Especially to my husband. When I am angry at him, I tend to say things that are just plain horrible! Horrible!! Things that I would never say to anybody else. Because I know, deep down, that with anybody else, I wouldn't be able to get away with it. But with Jerry, I can becauseI don't know why, maybe I feel so justified in my anger that I feel that I have the right to say ANYTHING to him, and he has to put up with it, cause he's the one who made me so mad, so, in the heat of the moment, anything I say, is really, his fault. So, my question is this, 1) Am I the only one who acts this way? Saying things that are nothing but mean and spiteful, but only to my signifigant other, simply because I can? And 2) What's the worst/meanest thing that you've ever said to your husband/significant other?
I'll tell you mine; The other day Jerry and I got into this huge arguement, cause he was just being Jerry and, quite frankly, it was pissing me off. So, the last thing I said to him within our arguement, was, "I hope you burn in Hell!" - Now what a Horrible, Awful thing to say!! I know it is! And as soon as I said it I felt bad. Did I do anything about it? No. I was still mad at him. He made me mad, it was his fault. But later, when we were making up, I did clarify to him that I really don't hope he burns in Hell. He just laughed and said I know.
Now, I am not proud of my behavior at all! But, I'm not the only one who pulls stuff like this, am I?????

Does Time override our heart?

It's strange how time goes by. How time, literally, ticks away at us, rushing us, slowing us down, causing us to be late, or early, or a no-show at all. Because it's time that does this, right? We, in and of ourselves, are not selfish, thoughtless, careless creatures. It's time that makes us be that way. It goes on, all the while we put off that last minute paper work, we forget to call a friend back, we lose track of people that just a minute, or so, ago were a major part of our lives. We tell ourselves, "Oh, I'll do that in a min." , or " Oh, I'll just call her back when I get around to it", or "Oh! Today is her birthday, I really should mail her card now.." and then those minutes turn into hours, that turn into days, that turn into months,.. and so on and so forth. Our hearts are in the right place, right? It's just time that's not. If only our hearts created our own time, then there would be no question of a persons' agenda or true feelings. Because the heart would literally lead the way. Our priorities would be set free for all to see, there would a lot less lying, because you simply couldn't get away with it, and there would be far less crime, because, lets face it, most of the crime today is done within a broken, secretive, shameful heart. And if your heart really felt that way, and your heart was tickin' away, you wouldn't get very far. You'd commit one crime, everyone would know who did it, and you'd have to then face the consequences. And, if our hearts' really did lead our way, wouldn't we all be a lot happier? We'd be with the ones we wanted to be with, we'd keep track of the people that we truly wanted to, we'd be doing what we wanted to, things that we don't or can't do now with time leading the way instead of our hearts. "I really would like to go back to college.." So many of us put off what we think we can get away with, because there will always be tomorrow, or next year. Our hearts are in the right place, just time is not. It's just such a shame, time overrides almost everything we do, because we let it. I'm guilty of it 100%. Time is numbing to the point that we don't even see our own lives go by, much less take the time, that we truly desire, for the ones and things in our lives that we treasure. ... I could, and should, go on about this, but to be perfectly honest, I'm running out of time.

Thanksgiving - eat, drink, and be bored???

So, while everybody else is on a rant about Christmas, I'll just go ahead and rant about something else. Thanksgiving. I love Thanksgiving because, lets face it, I love to stuff my face. And I also love that my sisters usually come down. I love the gathering of the family, hangin' out, playin' games, discussions that turn into debates that turn into arguements that turn into name calling that turns into someone stomping out of the room in tears (and yes, that person has been me). But I love all that stuff because it's my family. I have a total love/hate relationship with it. It's good old fashion fun, per say. And I'm really looking forward to it this year. What I don't love, is going to my inlaws Thanksgiving. Which, they aren't really even my inlaws. There my step-inlaws, I guess. And there's a bunch of them. Over 30 people at one house. And they are all very loud. Loud like my brother Brad, or my husband. Except louder. Say if one of them was on crack and had a terrible, incurable case of ADD. That's like what every single person there is like. And then there's me. I just sit there. Literally. And what makes it worse is that there are girls there that are about my age. So I should be able to talk to them. But for 6 years now, a couple of them have made no effort at all, and some have, but again, terrible case of crack-induced ADD, so the conversations don't last long. And then some just are plain rude. If I ask a question they will answer me in one or two words, and then look/walk away. So seriously, I just sit there, by myself. I've told Jerry this, and how I feel about it, and so he doesn't care that I don't go. So last year, I didn't go to either Thanksgiving or their Christmas. And I don't want to this year either. But then I don't want to appear like I'm too good for them. It's not that, I just don't feel like traveling an hour to go sit somewhere for a few hours bored out of my mind, and alone. I can do that at home.
So, I don't think I'm gonna go to their Thanksgiving this year. But it's on Thanskgiving day. If I don't go, it'll be weird not doing anything on Thanksgiving. And I don't want to deprive Jacob and Ali of it. Cause they have fun.
I don't know what to do????