As a young 21 - 22 year old senior in college, I drove around in my VW Golf, with a sign taped onto the glove box that said "YOU ARE IN CONTROL." Well, my fiance, soon to be husband, used to tease me and tell me that I needed to give birth to a "litter." He was of the view that I had the same Type A personality that a cat has. In his experience, cats mellowed out after they had their first litter. This is not scientific mind you, just anecdotal. I didn't mellow out any time soon, as I am sure the 4 step-children we had custody of within the first 6 months of our marriage can attest to. I didn't mellow out for a long, long time. Too long, in fact. Bless those 4 beautiful children who had to endure my obsession to control them. Not to be misunderstood, there were A LOT of things that we needed to get a handle on and control was the only way to go about it. But I took farther than was necessary or healthy. "Little General" became my hu
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"Stumbling" or "Next Blog"ging are the things I do when I am not looking at your blog. Your blog I go to willingly, then when I am through looking there or at Brittany's or Jeremy's or whomever, then I spend the next hour moving through the "Next Blog" feature, or the "Stumble" feature looking at hundreds of random (mostly foreign) blogs and hundreds of random (some interesting) websites related to things I am interested in.
That's what I mean.