My Compulsion: {Editing} (I Know, Crazy Right?)

So, I kind of feel like writing tonight.
For fun.
Not for work.
I end up writing around 5,000 words day right now for my work and so it is such a release for me to be able to come on here and just write.
And not edit.
Well, okay, edit a little.
Who am I kidding?
I edit almost everything.
Including the marquee signs as I am driving by.
I can just see it now....

Officer: Ma'am, can you tell me again why you hit the tree?
Me: Well Sir, they used the wrong from of "their". They said "there" and they needed to use "their". I mean, [insert nervous laugh] who does that?
Officer: Well, THERE you go. Your ticket for careless driving and a $250 fine.
That would not be awesome.

Oh.
But I never edit emails from my friends. ;-)
Or Facebook messages.
Or Facebook posts for that matter.
Or my blog comments.
Or texts.
(I was on my way to never getting another email or any other form of communication from my friends again there for a second.)
Whew. That was close.

However, I am one of those freaky people that capitalize correctly AND uses correct punctuation when I am texting.
And I did it before my phone did it for me and if my phone messes up now I will go back and fix it before I send it.
Don't judge me.

Okay, I. Am. Hopeless....

Some of you may be wondering if I am so edit crazy why do I write in fragment sentences all the time.
Well.
That is my way of rebelling against my editing compulsion I guess.
I know.
Such a rebel.

The funniest thing is when I go back and re-read my chemo posts.
I will be like, wow, someone needed to spell check.
Or, how many commas can you miss in one paragraph?
It doesn't matter that I am talking about the fact that I feel like I am going to die or that I was in a chemo induced coma.
No excuses, right?

So, what are you compulsive about?
Oh, and I promise, I won't edit your comments. ;-)

Thanks for reading and giving me a little release tonight.
Now you know my secret shame.

The Little Things About Me....{Part 1}

Some of you have known me my whole life, (Mom I am referring to you on this one) and some of you only know me from the words that I write here on this blog. Many of you lie somewhere in between that thirty-one year spectrum. I was thinking, pondering I like to call it, today about some different posts I can write as I feel like I have been short changing you guys a bit lately. (Don't worry, I don't lie awake stressing about my blog. I don't want a bunch of you to email me telling me how I should not be stressing about my blog when I am in the condition that I am in. You can email me, just don't email me about that ;-)

Anyway, I was thinking about things that are in my life that you may or may not be surprised to know about me besides what you read everyday on my blog. This was partially inspired by a list that my friend Georgia placed on our family help blog (jchelpinghands.blogspot.com).

So, here it goes. I hope I don't live to regret this. My reader count may drop drastically once you all start to get to know me better. LOL

I actually love politics. Many are surprised to hear this I know because I don't really talk about it "in public" that often. But for example, did you all realize that the 2012 Presidential Election is only 20 months away? I know, I know - there is no hope for me.

One of my favorite things to do is talk politics with my dad. He is like the Yoda of all politics. You can ask him about any politician and he will start quoting statistics and where they stand on this or that. It is really quite impressive and I just really enjoy it. (He would be so mad knowing I was talking about him like this. He is also a very humble man. Hey, I have cancer and am going through chemo. Maybe he won't get too upset with me.:-)

Anyway, I know I inherited the political bug from him. As I said, I just don't talk about it in public a lot, unless asked. Then I will gently state my opinion. I was told a long time ago that if you want to maintain friendships you need to avoid religion and politics - well the first one kind of went out the window when Jason became a pastor - occupational hazard you can call it :-) but the second I try to hang on to.

Anyone surprised by this?