Thursday November 13th, 2008

My Latest Thing

I’m willing to admit that I have an addictive personality.

For a while it was cinnamon rolls from the local bakery.  I had to go get one every single day.  Then I started to get embarrassed when they knew my name and what I was coming in for, which apparently was enough of a reality check to make me get help for my problem.  Help just meant switching to something else.  Lately it has been the chicken salad sandwich from another local shop.  Now they even recognize my phone number there when I call ahead my order.  While some people might find that pleasing, I personally find it mortifying.  I’m the chicken salad girl.

It doesn’t just stop with food, people!  More often than not I find myself becoming addicted to a certain tv show.  I’ll use it as in incentive for wrapping up my work day, or I’ll use it as an emotional pacifier when I’m feeling blue.  And most importantly I’ll lay on the couch at midnight and watch it to help me calm down enough to go to sleep.  Taping re-runs of a series on the DVR gets me into trouble because then I can watch the show every day.  In the past I’ve even purchased entire seasons of shows which poses my next problem…I can’t control the impulse to watch the next episode, and the next one, and the next one.  It’s a serious crack in my will power.  After every episode I’ll say,  “okay but just one more and then I’m done.”  Before I know it I’ve polished off a box set.

This past week I’ve had tremendous trouble winding down to go to sleep at night.  It’s like I’d rather wander aimlessly around the house like a zombie until 4am with blurry eyes shoving crackers in my mouth than surrender and allow my bed to steal my precious time (this coming from a self professed sleep-aholic).   While previous show addictions have included Friends, Sex and the City, The OC, Battlestar Gallactica, and America’s Next Top Model, there is only one man now with the magic touch who can calm my spirits and draw me closer to the Land of Nod.   His name, (insert dramatic pause) is Cesar Millan.  That’s right, I shamefully admit that I have a thing for the Dog Whisperer.  Maybe it’s his accent, the smile so white it looks like a mouth guard, or the way he can allegedly solve any problem. But every night I curl up on the couch and have a hearty dose of Cesar.  I’m convinced that if he would hug me like he does all the clients he works with at the end of the show, that all my problems would disappear, just like theirs.  Maybe he could start a new break-out series called The Photographer Whisperer.  He could calm us all down, make us stop working so late at night and get our blog stalking under control.  (Can I claim this series pitch as intellectual property?)

I wanted to blog this senior session.  It’s one of my favorites from the year….

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