Dancing with my neuroses

I am not much of a fan of reality TV. Aside from the A&E offerings,  Intervention, Hoarders and Obsessed, I switch away. So I was puzzled somewhat when I read that Bristol Palin is among the latest selections for Dancing with the Stars. Since I don’t watch the show, I don’t know if she is supposed to be “the star” or the person who learns the moves with the dancer who is the “star.”  Is that even right?

If I know anything about any show on TV, it’s because I’m subjected to four screens full of it three nights weekly at the gym. So while I may not know one episode of Keeping Up With the Kardashians, I know who they are and that poor Bruce Jenner carries the family jewels around in a berry basket.

Back to Bristol Palin. What are her qualifications for this role? Are any needed beyond being tabloid fodder? Let’s see: She is a young woman who had a child out of wedlock. Her marriage to the baby daddy was on and then it was off and then it was on and then it was off. Oh, and she happens to be the daughter of a vice presidential candidate who quit her elected post to write books and work on her plan to conquer the world. I suppose that’s more than enough qualification for being on a reality show. After all, her mother’s qualifications to be one heartbeat away from running the free world were about as shaky. Just my opinion. I’m thinking the 2012 election year will feature a Dancing with the Candidates segment. It’s really the true test of leadership.

The whole self-fulfilling prophecy thing really is true. Consider this story: I had this beautiful piece of yard art, one of those metal garden stakes topped with a series of glass balls artfully coiled in copper.  It stood tall and proud over a triangular-shaped lily bed along my driveway.

It lasted one month before a thief plucked it from my garden. I happened to mention it in passing to my neighbors, who then felt responsible somehow since they were house sitting for us when it happened. Immediately I felt terrible. I had no intention of making them feel responsible. I was merely kvetching about petty thievery in the neighborhood.  A few days later they came over with a replacement. Not as nice as the original, but as a good will gesture, I poked it into the same lily bed.

Not one day went by in the last three years that I didn’t check that lily bed. (See above interest in show Obsessed.) Every day I peered around the fence to see if it was there. Every day. I was aware of how neurotic that felt.  That it remained in place for so long made me think the first theft was an isolated incident. Not so. Two weeks ago it disappeared just like that. I checked up and down the block to make sure it wasn’t pulled for some makeshift sword fight or thrown around as part of some late-night tomfoolery.

I’m thinking I expended so much energy worrying about a cheap piece of metal and glass that the universe felt obligated to relieve me of this burden.

Finally, it’s a good thing school starts in a few days. This has been the most taxing summer ever with kids at home. A good part of it is due to the unrelenting heat and humidity, which has been the highest on record. Another part is due to budget constraints and our wish to have a nice family vacation. In order to pull it off, we opted out of scheduled activities for the girls this summer. No day camps or sleep away camp or swimming lessons or enrichment programs. It was just me vs. them here all summer. Read that again, slowly. Imagine it. If nothing else, it confirmed without a doubt that I would never, ever be a homeschooling parent. Ever.

No wonder the recycling bin is so heavy with wine bottles each trash day.

That is all. Happy Labor Day.

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16 thoughts on “Dancing with my neuroses

  1. Zombie Mom: Thanks for the update! I can’t watch cooking shows because they make me want to binge eat.
    Libby: You crack me up. I have to avoid decorating with garden gnomes. They look too much like my relatives.

  2. Every time a Palin speaks, a baby seal dies. Just sayin…

    We watch the same neurotic shows, and I’ve been known to check on things a ridiculous amount of times. We may be long lost sisters.

  3. I am a big believer that the universe responds to our thoughts. I have begun to worry less as I have started to realize that it negatively impacts my enjoyment of life. If the sculpture gets stolen and I haven’t worried about it, at least I got to enjoy it while I had it (that’s my new train of thought).

  4. Molly: I’ve heard this forever but I’m just now really paying attention to my thoughts — my obsessive thoughts in particular — and what seems to follow.

    Summer: Poor baby seals. Also, I have a deep fear that I will become a hoarder someday. Nowhere close to it but it seems like the ultimate hell on earth.

  5. Mama Mary: I go to the gym three nights a week. When I was a good girl, I worked out at home on the alternating nights. I used to belong to a workout group — Punk Fitness — that met in a bar, if that’s what you’re referencing.

  6. Hoarders is one of my guilty pleasures. And as far as Dancing With The Stars, I’ve never seen an episode. However this years celebrity ensemble includes the Hoff & Kirsty Alley, and slew of other well-known-train-wrecks. I might NOT be able to look away. I cant even get started on my own neurotic tendencies or I could fill this comment space with an entire blog post – but I feel your pain! And HOORAY for back to school. This was the longest and hottest summer EVER.

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