It all started when I was a baby. I was attached to my twin sister from the womb. We were inseparable. We held hands from crib until about kindergarten and that was only because we were put in separate kindergarten classes. In the meantime, I grew attached to putting my two middle fingers in my mouth and sucking on them. My twin, sucked her thumb. Shortly after losing my teeth, my fingers just didn't taste good anymore.
Then, I became attached to my teddy bear, Teddy Little Bear Franklin. I couldn't go to the bathrom, sleep or eat without him. The family went to Missouri, on vacation and as we drove out on the highway, headed for home, I realized I had left him in the bathroom. I cried hysterically. My dad said, "Forget it, we're too far out." My mom said, "She's not going to stop crying until she has that (dumb) bear." So, we drove back.
The attachments to things have changed and grown since I've gotten older. For one, they don't always last. At least some of them. I went through a phase where I had to have sweetened condensed milk on buttered toast. I think I read in a book that someone at their toast like that and I tried it and was hooked.
When I was in jr. high school, I was attached to Lip Smackers watermelon lip gloss. The taste was mmm….mmm…good.
The next attachment was a black windbreaker. It was autographed and signed by a recording artist (Christian) and for some reason, it just felt good wearing it. It was peed on, pooped on, puked on (all by puppies). I took it as a sign…that bad things happened when I wore the jacket so I quickly let go of the attachment.
Then, I got attached to bacon tomato sandwiches. Throughout both pregnancies with my daughters, that was all I ate. I ate it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Ironically, my youngest can eat a slab a bacon and still not get tired of it.
After a very serious close call where I ended up in the hospital for 4 days, I attached myself to a pillow to sleep with. To this day, I can't sleep unless I'm holding that pillow in my arms. I drag it everywhere when I'm going on overnighters.
As I went through my divorce, I grew attached to Norah Jones. Her music was melancholy, thoughtful and reflecting. Something that I needed at the time.
Then, I went through this spicy, defiant stage where all I had to eat was fried jalapeno slices. I ate that in cornmeal, fried, for breakfast, lunch and dinner. The girls would walk in the kitchen, sniff the air, start coughing and walk back out. They were glad when I stopped.
Now, my attachements are for body oils. I have always worn perfume. Then, Boo told me about body oils. He wore them when I first met him. Then, he got me a few bottles, and now I'm sold. The fragrance lingers for hours. I've had even guys say, "Can I smell you? Ummm. You smell good. What type of perfume are you wearing?" I jokingly tell them it's called, "Get back, I've gotta man!" Seriously though, it's good stuff.
Another attachment which is now a habit is exclamation points. I overly use exclamation points. At first, it was just fun to write or type and then it turned into an attachment of sorts. Now, well, it's a habit….one that needs to be broken. In writing, over used exclamations are a no no!!!!
Finally, my all time attachment right now is…you guessed right if you said, "blogging". I'm really attached to reading blogs, especially my favorite peeps and of course, posting in mine. There's something refreshing, freeing and exciting about letting my thoughts flow. It's like peeking in your windows and seeing what's going in your house and in your brains. My only wish was to be able to meet so many of you face to face.
Are you attached to something?