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NOW I get it...

It all seems so clear to me now. I understand where it comes from.

See, I have this problem. I get the bug to do something and I throw myself into it. I try to learn as much as I can about it, and strive to master it. At some point, I grow bored. I might pick it back up at a later date, but never with the same passion. One example is crochet. I learned to crochet. I bought all kinds of yarn, just about every crochet hook imaginable, lots of books, and made all kinds of little things. I also started several afghans. All that stuff is around here somewhere. Same thing with needlepoint. I have a nice library of threads, all sorted by number and in a neato little notebook. I was raised in a house where it was just me and my mother, and she always did crafts with me. I thought that perhaps that is why I tried to do crafts, but there was just something WRONG with me that I floated from one craft to another.

My first clue should have been a couple of years back when I thought I might try my hand at scrapbooking. I mentioned it to my mom and she said she had bought 'a few' things for scrapbooking and since she never got into it she would be more than glad to give them to me. She brought over a TRUNK of supplies that had to cost HUNDREDS of dollars. Scissors, papers, glues, punches, stickers, books, just about everything. I played around with it and did some cute pages of the boys' baby pictures and some of the rest of the family.

Fast forward to this week. I have this great pink and silver breast cancer awareness bracelet that I am almost never without. The wire the beads were on broke, so I thought I would run out and get some things to fix it. I spent about $15 and bought new wire, some new crimping beads and a couple of packs of beads. I fixed my bracelet, made one for my mom with some leftover beads, and made quite the nifty new one for Jill-Bob to thank her for taking me to get my back worked on yesterday. Mom said she had 'some beads and stuff' that she would bring me in case I wanted to do more. Today she walks in the house with a huge box. There is every manner of bead organizer - TALL structures with removable trays and all of these beads sorted by color. There must be NO LESS than 200 different types of beads here. Also, there are about 8 different kinds of wire and stretch plastic, magazines and books, a tray to help you size and sort your designs before committing them to string...everything.

You know I'll probably make about 10 bracelets and it will go in the closet. I'll have a GREAT time doing it, but it won't turn into anything lasting.

Is this why I'm surprised every day that I still love my husband after 13 years? :) (Kidding!)

But it explains so much about the short-lived obsessions that happen in my life. I was raised that way...and it's genetic. Here's praying for my sons.

(BTW back hurts like a bitch, but from last week I know it will be better by tomorrow night. Down to a dull roar then. I can't wait. Scott comes home tomorrow night around dinner time. Again, I can't wait. Matthew went pee in the potty TWICE tonight because he REALLY wants to be in his brother's class (where he has to be potty trained). I CAN'T WAIT!!!!)