I wrote a blog post for my company recently and wanted to re-print it here.

I have an addiction to magazines!

Yes, magazines. Weird I know.

It all started with my first Rolling Stone in 1996 with a shirtless Gavin Rossedale on the cover. For those of you wondering who that is, he’s the lead singer of Bush and Mr. Gwen Stefani. I bought that first Rolling Stone and I was hooked. I got a subscription and to this day I have every Rolling Stone since that faithful day in 1996.

Let’s do the math and estimate how many Rolling Stone’s that is. They come on a weekly basis, and twice a year they are a double issue. I am guessing that’s 50 magazines a year. Let’s count 1996 as a half a year, and this year as a half a year. Making it a full year together. 50x14=700. WOW that’s a lot of magazines, and magazines of just ONE kind.

But then after Rolling Stone it went to others. And I couldn’t just buy one here and there, I felt like I needed subscriptions. Let me list all the magazines I use to get: AP, Circus, YM, Seventeen, TeenPeople, Teen, Bop, Spin (for a little while but I felt like I was cheating on Rolling Stone), and TransWorld Skateboarding. I think that’s all, I am trying to jog my memory.

I didn’t realize what an undertaking the magazines would be. There were RubberMaid bins full of magazines in the garage, as well as cardboard boxes. Then in my closet there were milk crates full of Rolling Stones. Deep Breath.

My brother was nice enough to take the others to the dump for me. And the weigh you going in, and then going out. This makes me laugh, his truck was 500 pounds lighter leaving the dump. That’s how many magazines I was keeping.

See I have a problem. I am trying to deal with it. I believe it has become better. Much better. If not I think they hubby would have a problem, and we’d need a bigger house.

Do you have a minor addiction like my magazine hoarding? Am I just crazy?

Let me explain, going back to the previous post, I never really had free time, and even on the weekends I had off, before my new job, there was always something the hubby and I had to do. So with no free time, meant I had no time to ride my scooter with him. Yes, I know I could ride my scooter by myself, but really it’s more fun with him.

Well about six months ago we tried to start my Vespa and nothing. It was dead. We tried to charge the battery, but this thing was a goner. Vespa batteries are more expensive than a regular car battery. So the hubby told me, if I leave it that long again to where it dies, he is selling the scoot.

That time came today. With everything going on, I have not ridden it, nor have I even started it up. Eck. So we get home this evening, and we were all stoked, wanting to ride just around the neighborhood and enjoy the evening. He cranks his ’69 Vespa and it starts beautifully. He goes to the road and is waiting for me. I try and start mine. Nothing. Dead. Won’t even pretend to turn over.

Needless to say, someone was not happy. I was more sad, but hubby, not happy because it happened again. I ruined our nice little evening outing because I can’t remember to run my scoot. He told me again he was selling it because it’s not worth keeping it if we are just going to pump money into the battery. He is totally right. But I love my Vespa. I want to get a little more comfortable with my job and start driving it to work. I have less than two miles to get to work, so it’s perfect. Why haven’t I tried yet? I don’t know. Nervousness, I think. And with our Florida afternoons you never know if it’s going to be raining when you try and leave work. A silk dress and rain showers don’t mix. Well maybe a silk dress and a Vespa don’t mix at all anyway.

Anyway, we decided to try and charge this battery, hoping that since it’s newer it will charge. An hour in and I went out to see if it would turn over….SUCCESS! It did. I think crisis has been averted. I am letting it charge a little longer, but I have to remind myself to start it up, I need to run it and make time for it.

I learned a lesson, take care of the things you like, or they could be gone in a second. And it doesn’t just go for material things, it goes for loved ones too.

Recently someone asked me what I did during the weekends. Well like I mentioned earlier, having weekends off are a new thing to me. Weekends are awesome I am discovering, it’s a whole new world. (Did you just sing the Aladdin theme song? Yup I did.)

I now don’t have to plan months in advance and change around schedules in order for hubby and I to be able to do anything.

Spanish dancers at Cafe TuTu Tango!

But anyway, our weekends I think are like most everyone else’s. Sometimes there are moments we call “Cartoon World” because they are just not anything most people can comprehend.

Some weekend’s hubby has to work, but most weekends we get to play. And to his dismay do house work.

Saturdays are play days. We go to concerts, out to eat, to the pool, or go see our family in DeLand. For a wedding gift my mom got us Disney Annual Passes (cool, right?) so we love to just go walk around. Not even ride rides persay, but the vibe at Disney is just so much fun so we like to spend the weekend there. Well when it’s not so hot. Pretty much the same stuff everyone else does, right?

Taking Back Sunday at the House of Blues

Sundays are work around the house days. Now that I don’t have a day off during the week we have to do laundry, clean the house, grocery shop and those kinds of things on Sunday. Boring…I know. But hubby does talk me into playing sometimes on Sunday, meaning I have to do the housework when I get off during the week. Not fun.

There are those weekend days that are nutty, where I am painting the face of a friend because he lost a bet. See I told you “Cartoon World.”

I love my weekends! They are too short; we can agree on that I bet.

What do you do during this weekend?

Crazy question. Are you a morning showerer or evening showerer?

All my life I have been an evening shower taker. Yes sometimes there is an early morning or mid-day shower thrown in there, but the majority of the time I have taken my shower at night.

But this has recently changed, and it’s sort of bothering me.

Now that I get up very early, 5am early to go to the gym, I am taking a shower after the gym in the morning. For a few days I took two showers a day, one in the morning after the gym, and one in the evening before bed. But that was getting excessive, and to think of all that water I was using.

So now I am just showering in the morning. The reason this bothers me is I am going to bed, between the sheets, with the day’s grime on my body. That bothers me. My feet feel gross, my face doesn’t feel clean because I don’t feel I can wash it properly without the shower and I live in Florida, most people sweat just opening the door to the car in the morning.

Morning showerers how do you justify just taking the shower in the morning? Leave me a comment, let me know. Convince me, should I keep just showering once, or should I just suck it up and shower twice a day.