I think this blog should be called "The JD Confessional" My children are asleep. I find out today whether the baby is a boy or a girl. And my friend just had a baby boy that is tiny and precious and I just want to eat him up!
But, what I came to write about today is something much more disturbing. I am addicted. I am hooked. I don’t want to let go. I can’t stop watching THE OFFICE. I am trying to analyse my guilty pleasure. Why do I find it so FUNNY? What is it about Dwight that I can’t stop laughing? Why does it send me into complete belly laughter? Why do I find the writing so funny? I have no answers for neither myself, nor you.
I am finding out that I am not a person who covets the material things in life. I break down and covet the brilliant writing that makes this show so funny it hurts me. Steve Correll I dislike your stinkin’ guts. He was the one that entered into the script that Pam should give him a "practice answer of the phone… cause he does so much better on the second try" (That is not word for word) I laughed until I was sore. I really want to know who wrote the skit about when Jim takes the scissors to the exercise ball that Dwight was sitting on.
Onto other obsessions. I find that while pregnant I have fun querks. Like looking up homeless puppies on the internet. I love seeing what is available in my area along with those puppies that are ready to come home with me if I would take a road trip to Kansas. This is a "left over" obsession from my childhood. All I ever wanted for Christmas was a puppy. I dreampt about it year after year. I couldn’t watch Punky Brewster after she had gotten one for Christmas, I was bitter that her powers had brought her such luck. This usually sets in around 8-9 months. I call it my puppy phase. Some others may call it the "nesting phase".
The other day I got on E-bay to find some clothes for the kids. I started bidding on well bid on items. Problem—- I won like four bids. I really thought I wouldn’t win all that stuff. It is pretty cool cause I love the stuff I bid on. I don’t have to buy clothes for the kiddys for a long while now. I found that my husband’s line of thinking did not follow mine ("winning is everything") when the "winnings" cost you 100 dollars. I have revoked my own e-bay privilages. That obsession ended quick.