# 147 Obsession...

Sometimes I get obsessed about things. Ok, a lot of times I get obsessed about things and I cannot let go. It happens in my life all the time. Sometimes those things are ideas or thoughts or people. And sometimes, they are actual things. When I get something in my mind, I HAVE to get it and I will move heaven and earth trying to get it.

Picture it: Summer, 1998, Newton, Ms: I'm working at the Newton Regional Hospital filing during the day and once a week, on Monday nights, I man (or Wo-man) the switch boards. I'm sure you can imagine how exciting the NRH was on a Monday evening from 4 to 11. It was action-packed. One of the few things I remember is that I did find time to write to my roommate, Brandi, and my friend (and VIR) Jeremy a lot that summer-- she referred to them as "books" instead of letters. Apparently I talk/write a lot. Who knew?

I also found a watch in a magazine and decided I HAD to have it. It looked a little something like this:

Remember these preppy ribbon watches that were all the rage a few years ago? Well, before they were all the rage, they were nowhere to be found. The one in the magazine was made by Tommy Hilfiger (it was a bit preppier than this-- pink and green and white) and I spent the rest of the summer trying to find it. Don't forget, readers, this was before the era of internet shopping, so it wasn't very easy to locate. On Monday nights, I spent most of my time calling every single McRaes (pre-Belk), Macys, JC Pennys and any other store I could think of within a 7 state area. I'm not lying. I called Birmingham, Nashville, New Orleans, Nashville, Memphis, Atlanta, New York, and a few other places trying to track down this watch. No where had it. Turns out it wasn't going to be in stores until Fall, 1998. Unfortunately, it literally took me an entire summer to get someone to
tell me that information. I went back to Oxford in the fall with a bare wrist and no idea of what time it was.

The next summer, these watches became all the rage everywhere, and finally made their way to Newton. Soon thereafter, you could buy knockoffs for like $10. These watches are still around. I've never bought one or even been tempted after that fateful summer-- once I got over the object of my obsession, I wanted nothing to do with it. Plus, everyone started wearing them and I don't want to look like everyone.

The moral of this lesson? That when I get obsessed about something, I get OBSESSED-- I do everything I can think of to get it. And if I don't get it for whatever reason, I eventually get over it and no longer want it. Even if its right in front of me.

These obsessions don't hit me often. Sure, I want plenty of stuff and I buy even more stuff. But rarely does a real obsession hit me. It hasn't happened in a while. Till Monday. I'm reading a magazine and I see this:

And I HAVE TO HAVE IT. Granted, I've never actually made a cake pop before, but then again, I've not had a Babycakes Cake Pop Maker, so how could I? I thought about it all day yesterday and got really excited thinking of all the things I could do with it! I did extensive research, read some reviews, found some recipes, and found the cheapest price on the internet and was so excited. Then when I went back today, it was SOLD OUT. So I put my investigative skills to the test and found another one, just as cheap. When the internet site wouldn't work correctly, I called and put my order in over the phone. And soon, in just a few days, this baby will be mine! I promise to make all my readers lots of cake pops just as soon as it comes in!!!