An Obsession with Twinkle Lights

I will admit it, I love them. At one point I had them up in my bedroom and spent more time in there because it just seemed so, sigh, happy. My obsession had to have started when I was little.

I remember when I was little, leaving Granny and Popa’s house, driving back up to the Missionary Ridge Tunnel and looking out on the lights in downtown twinkling. And I think that is where my love of big cities come from since the bigger the city, the more lights you can see.

It takes me back to my childhood when everything was innocent and carefree. I had yet to make the many mistakes I have made. So with each visit to NYC I take in a ride up to the top of the Empire State Building at night just to enjoy the peace and quiet while looking out over the city.

I now have finally, after what seems like years of saying I would, hung lights on my deck. I Googled the whole indoor/outdoor lights thing and have yet to find an answer as to why they don’t shock me if I touch them while wet. But I will continue my Google frenzy because now I just want to know.

This Friday, after I go see Harry Potter with Chandler, we are throwing my tree together. No ornaments yet but seeing as I am going home for a visit during Thanksgiving, I want to give myself a head start in getting everything out. Last year I forced myself to get the tree up but this year, I am going to and be thankful for all that I have. And the poor guy who volunteered to help me will get to see my anal retentive, control freak nature come out while I obsess with the amount of twinkle lights the thing has on it.

The poor tree has been through the ringer. Wookie, love of my life, has kindly chewed through many of the lower strands of my very nice, very expensive pre lit tree. So each year I must add more strands to it to make it light up the way I want it to.

And as a final update on my Harry Potter reread. I finished this past weekend. Could have started a week later than I did but hey, it is all good! Now I am waiting for Friday! I am so freaking excited it is not even funny.

Now I am off to stare at my twinkle lights some more before going to bed. I set a goal of hitting the sack by 9:30 at the latest. I got to bed late last night and am paying for it now.


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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