Obsessiveness

[Jennifer Piersol]

My first obsession was Mark Paramo.  That was when I was about 4.

;)

My second obsession was motor homes.  I must have been 10.  I was so 
obsessed that I sent away to EVERY RV manufacturer in existance in 
1985, asked for brochures, and got them for the next 2-3 years.

My next obsession was architecture/drafting.  I must have bought at 
least 25-30 home plan books over those 2-3 years of junior high.  I 
drew hundreds of (very bad) floor plans of my own creation.  I bought 
at least 5 different mechanical pencils, lost at least 3 of my dad's, 
and went through a 12-pack of quadrille paper.

Then, I obsessed about Brian Broughton.  I told you about him - he's 
the guy that didn't sign my yearbook after having it a whole summer.

I've been obsessed with the internet since 1994, and as an offshoot, 
my husband.  I'm not obsessed with him anymore. ;)

Then I discovered Straw Bale Houses.  I am now obsessed with them.  
I have to admit, I'm even more obsessed with SBHs than with HP.  So 
obsessed that I've even regressed into my drafting obsession.

Of course, I became obsessed with HP in 1999.  That is ongoing as 
well.

So, I'm assuming that this means that I'm an obsessive person.  
That's fine with me - I'm pretty sure it runs in my family.  I'm 
almost positive that my mom was so bad that she'd be diagnosed with 
OCD if she were alive - it was so bad that she'd have to mow the 
lawn *twice* if there were one piece of grass sticking up above the 
rest.  The entire lawn.  

I wish I were obsessive about housework.

;)

Jen (whose mom was a nurse, where it's pretty essential to be 
obsessive about cleanliness, accurate measurements, and order)