Earlier this week, Robin of Fragile Musings did the letter-meme that seems to be going around, and graciously offered me the letter P to do on my own. And after a couple of days of procrastination and not a lot of thought, here’s 10 P-words that are a big part of who I am.
Paranoia - I get very paranoid and anxious about really dumb things at times. When driving, I’m always worried that the big rig trucks are going to change lanes and run me out of my lane (probably due to a scare I had where this nearly did happen when I was about 19). I’m always paranoid about Comrade; this started off as just a mild avoidance of him when I first moved in, but has progressed to a paranoia that he’s monitoring us and peeking into the house since he revealed looking in our windows last summer.
Pizza - I love a good pizza. Homemade of restaurant delivery, if it’s good, I’ll eat it. However, I’m picky about the sauce, and won’t eat it if it’s chunky. Lately we’ve been making it at home, and my toppings of choice have been shredded cheese (we pick up a bag of mozzerella, parmigiana, and asiago with roasted garlic), loads of pepperoni, sliced mushrooms, and crumbled feta cheese on top. Baked until the crust is crispy and topped with grated parmigiana, it’s a slice of heaven.
Procrastination - I’m the queen of it. I will put off everything until the very last minute if possible, and delay everything else. But god help those who don’t do things fast enough for my liking.
Pulling and plucking - I’ve dealt with trichotillomania since I was about 11, which basicly means I’ll sit around and pull my hair out. At my worst, I had a bald spot the size of my hand across the back of my head. At my best (like now), I tend to have a part in my hair that’s just a bit wider than it should be. I’ve found that if I can keep my hands occupied and limit my sugar intake and don’t get too completely stressed, I don’t have many problems, but times when I’m unable to do things like type or crochet or read, such as driving, are a prime time for me to start plucking my hair out, one strand at a time.
Pliers - Oddly enough, I’m rather good with mechanical things, fixing the toilet at our house a couple of times, figuring out what was up with the Probe draining the battery all the time, stuff like that. I’m not sure how that happened at all.
Prince Charming - The love of my life, Eddie, is probably the closest thing to Prince Charming anyone could ever want. He cooks, he’s been known to clean, is fantastic in the sack and loves me more than anything. Of course, this is also the man who walked buck naked into the stairway outside our backdoor and rubbed the plug-in air-freshener out there on his taint last night because he didn’t like the smell of the air-freshener.
Pins and Needles - No, my limbs don’t have a habit of falling asleep. I’m talking about my crafty side. Gimme some pins, a needle or two, some yarn, and some stuffing, and in a couple of hours I’ll give you a horse. Or a bear. Or a 3-headed donkey with pansies for feet.
Planning - I very rarely will do anything without planning it first. I’m not the type to just get up and go do something. I need to question everything. Can we afford it? Should I bring my camera? Will I need to put on pants? These are all major considerations that I need to think about before agreeing to do something.
Photography - There’s nothing that I enjoy more than running around with my camera taking pictures of things. Anything. Half the pictures I take don’t end up being seen by anyone but me and maybe Eddie, but that doesn’t stop me from snapping them.
Penis - Well, it’s a p-word, right? And I like it, right?