I know that I fall into the sterotype of Type A, anal people. I am okay with this…what would we do with a world full of Type B personalities? We would have a good time, but nobody would remember to pay the bills, do the dishes, and get the oil changed. I like lists, I enjoy checking them off with a smile, I like calenders, day planners, and sticky notes. These things make me happy and at peace. I actually have a horrible short term memory…but if I write it down…I can confidently know I won’t forget it. There is nothing that puts me in a tail-spin more than forgetting something or having the “feeling” of forgetting something.
My job requires a lot of paperwork….A LOT! These kids have more legal documents than OJ. Every three years they have a “triennial” review. This is a big process of giving them a formal 2-3 hour test on all academic areas…teacher reviews, I observe them in a regular classroom, and then I write a huge report of findings. I have had several of those to do lately, plus some other SPED stuff cluttering up my desk. Although they are in neat, labeled stacks….they have been staring at me for weeks! Not to mention grading papers, getting reports cards out, yahddy, yahda, whine, whine, whine.
Today I successfully finished all pending paperwork. I wish I had a camera to show my nice, tidy working area. I ran my hands across my nice clean desk and took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh of contentment. Only those like me will appreciate these last two paragraphs, the rest of you will shake your head and think I am a sicko. That’s alright…I can’t change you and you can’t change me…but we can appreciate each other.
Most of my roommates from the past have been Type B….laid back, let it ride, who cares, I can do it tomorrow type of people. Ryan is no exception to this, although he is very clean…just unorganized and likes to procrastinate. My roommates have always conformed to my anal rules, like stacking the tupperware by size and putting the lids (By size) in another container. The food in the pantry and fridge is organized by similar food groups, etc….Some have thanked me for these lessons in organization and others just put up with me. If you think I am bad…ask me about my mother…I live like a slob next to her…so I feel I have reduced the “anality” by half and maybe the next generation can reduce it more.
So cheers to those who have lived with me and helped me unwind more. Mad props to Ryan who has to live with me and all my quirks until kingdom come….you are patient and loving and I appreciate you! To the rest of you still looking for your keys, glasses, where you sat that bill that is overdue, and didn’t write down when your last oil change was or your next doctors appt………you can keep that way of life…I will go on checking off my lists. See here is one now….update blog….CHECK!
I love the line “these kids have more paper work than OJ” i was cracking up! I love your writing because it is exactly like hearing you talk and I miss that so much. Hi Kelly! There is NOTHING like the feeling of an organized desk-good for you! Can you send me Stacey’s email and phone number? I don’t have anyway to contact her except through Justin and I’de rather go straight to the source. Miss you so much!
I love it! I just finished my desk cleaning also. I certainly identify with your anality, but because I am married to Mark, I am now categorized as the Type B in the relationship. I still have all my Type A tendencies, but they pale in comparison to Mark’s.
Thanks for the comment on my blog! Too funny about that day! I came home and was like, WHOOA, now that’s a lot of packages…big packages. Yes, mam, I have a BIG package for you! hehe
loves!!
Yeah, type B personalities - you’re the weirdo’s…
I hate HATE clutter, ohmygosh it makes me feel like I’m suffocating, so I totally can relate and appreciate your post. Tim’s not dirty either, but doesn’t understand how peaceful and soothing a clean, organized living or working space can be. *sigh* How do people like that live?!
On behalf of the Type B people of the world….
Y’all are weird.
I’m finding that I am so Type B that it’s no big deal to keep stuff clean and neat. Whatever you say is cool with me baby!
Haha…last night I was watching Monica on “Friends”; she totally reconfirmed my Type A personality! I saw way to much of myself in her character.
i respect all the efforts of type a people. and i think clutter is disturbing. but i think type b can be another word for lazy - cause that’s what i am. or maybe just unobservant and unaware.
When we lived on Roslyn St. in Salem, MA our landlord was a type A+++. Her kids were FREAKY!!!!! Let me just say that messy people are creative people, just check out our lovable bunch of type B’s.
Also, we’re not lazy. We just have better things to do with our time. I have to go. I have to find my keys. They’re somewhere on the table, I think.
i have to say i’m with Erin, on the inside. I do try and keep my clutter to a minimum for my dear husband. We’ve had this talk tho.. I’ve come a long way.. Tomorrow is clean up day, that reminds me.. love you kel!
Kelly,
I think you’re just posting on everyone’s blog so that you can leave that sassy picture of yourself. Dang, girl. Okay - I’ll stop going on about it. But really, come on! I would make David take one of me and match you, but it doens’t matter b/c I can’t, for the life of me, figure out how to put a picture of myself on my blog. Idiot.
Have a great day!
love,
heh
New month, new post? please….. Oh yeah, and I agree with heather that putting one of those pictures of yourself is impossible! love to you today!
kel - send me an e-mail. i’m working on your business proposal and looking at your Web site… the only e-mail i have is the klh one…
Okay Kel, don’t fall over dead, don’t choke on whatever you are drinking, yes, I’m actually responding to your blog. First, anal people (aka: type A) are the people who keep the world going ’round. Anality is next to Godliness.
On a more serious note, as for your longings (in your previous blog). God hears and knows the deepest longings of our hearts. And He has already answered some of your deepest, unspoken longings this past year. However, His timing is not always ours. And sometimes, we are left longing. And still He is good.
I understand wanting something so bad it wrings the emotion out of you. This too shall come in time.
I love ya,
G