Edith Bunker Syndrome -- Update

As it turns out, I was completely wrong about the source of my condition. After spending a VERY tense weekend in the hospital with my dad, I believe I have inherited Edith Bunker Syndrome from him. His "symptoms" are a little different, but the bottom line is, it's hard for him to get to the bottom line.

By the way, he's fine and now resting comfortably at home. I am so thankful. So much so, that I'm not even going to hold it against him!

Some Things You Should Probably Know About Me

You should probably know that I am a bit of a a "rambler". I sometimes (my beloved would say always) have a tendancy to tell a long story. In fact, my beloved has been know to call me "Edith". As in Edith Bunker. Some of you hopefully are old enough to remember her. She was a character on a '70s sitcom called "All in the Family". Poor Edith. She just really had a hard time getting to THE POINT. I can relate. I feel very strongly that I must give ALL of the pertinent information. The who, the where, the what, what, what, the why, why, and the how, how, how. VERY IMPORTANT. I believe that this condition is hereditary, as I have noticed that my girl sometimes suffers from this malady. Not always, just sometimes. However, I'm not sure which one of my relatives passed Edith Bunker Syndrome on to me. It's not my mom. She always seems to start a story somewhere in the middle. I sometimes feel like I just walked in on the conversation. I always have to ask a bunch of questions to figure out what is going on. I thought my wonderful Granny might be the culprit. But after I thought about it, it's not her either. She used to tell lots of stories, but she always acted like I should already know all about the people she was talking about. Very little background info. It doesn't seem to appear in the males in my family. So, I don't know who to blame. The good news is that I recognize this about myself. The bad news is that I seem to have very little control over my condition.

New to this BLOG Thing

Confession! I LOVE blogs. I don't know why. I can't explain it. I guess I'm a people watcher by nature. I love to watch people in a crowd. Reading other people's blogs is a way to watch them and I don't have to pretend I'm not looking. I have a few favorites that I "spy" on regularly. Some are written by family members. Some are by famous folks. Some are ordinary people that I've stumbled upon. I have been tempted to start one a time or two, but talked myself out of it. I guess I don't think I have a very fascinating life. Now don't think I have a complex or something. I don't. It's just that I don't live on a ranch or in a necessarily exciting exotic locale. I am not famous. I don't have a bejillion children (just two very wonderful human beings). I don't have my own business or about to publish a book of some sort. Just an ordinary girl, daughter, wife, mom. However, lately I have had the "hankering" to write a few thoughts down. Nothing life shattering or profound. Just a few thoughts, memories, hopes. Warning: I am no writer. Don't think that you will be reading a literary masterpiece. Not gonna happen here. This is an experiment. So . . . here I go . . .