Get the Pictures

I do what I can to get the picture. Sammie and Charleah like to make fun of me for it, but at least Charleah got the pictures she wanted without ruining her dress.

In this case I had straddled a bridge and was holding on with my leg. 

Sammie documented this to make fun of me. I think it is mostly to show how awesome I am. 

Confessions Thursday

I have a difficult time telling my right from my left.

I have a college degree and I can't do it.

Yesterday I was meeting my dad somewhere to give him something. I was on the phone with him trying to figure out where I was going. He sees me pass and tells me to turn right. I turn left.

You see, I have to use my fingers to make an L with each hand and the one that is facing correctly is where I go. But my hand was preoccupied with my cell phone and the wheel and I couldn't do it. So I followed my instinct, and it was wrong.

I don't think it is something that I will ever be able to overcome. My brain is just wired not to tell the difference.

I am not OCD

I am not OCD, but I am compulsive about somethings. Especially when it comes to traveling.

I have to check and double check lists I make, sometimes only in my head.

But the worst is flying and making sure I have my driver license with me. I check about a thousand times to make sure I have it. This is my brain process.

"I have shirts and pants for four days. I need to check that I have my license in my wallet. I should pack my wallet right now so I don't forget it."

30 minutes later: "Oh my gosh. Where did I put my wallet? If I don't have it I can't get on the plane. Frantically searches. I packed it. Good. Is my license in there?"

Loading up the car. My wallet is always in a bag that I keep at my feet at all times in the car, airport and plane. "I need to check my wallet before I put it in the car. Is my license in here? Good."

Bag in the car, loading up everything else. "Let me just check my wallet real quick."

In the car, driving to airport (remember the bag is at my feet for a reason) "Did I get my license? Yes". This happens several times.

Getting out of the car at the airport. "Okay, one more time. Do I still have it?"

It is somewhat annoying. But I can't help it. If I don't have it, I can't get on the plane! And this time a whole other element is added with mine and Chris's temple recommends. If we don't have it, we can't go into the temple with Adison- so until Friday night, I will be checking my wallet.

I'd love to stay and chat, but I need to make sure I packed my wallet.

I've been meaning to post about San Francisco, but I haven't found the time to finish an entire post. Maybe soon.