Mood:  mischievious

To what am I addicted? That’s been an ever changing topic my whole life.

1. I am of course addicted to good food – explains a LOT of things about me.
2. I wouldn’t say that I was addicted to sex, like needing rehab or anything, but I really love it, and it was one of the MAJOR reasons I couldn’t stay with my first husband. 
3. Totally addicted to Coca Cola. I can go as much as three days without one right now. There was a time when I could go months without out. 1999 – 2002 during my vegetarian health kick it wasn’t a part of my life at all. I just love the taste, the bubbles, everything about Coca Cola! I don’t care if it can dissolve a raw beef patty, save your diatribes!
4. I am utterly addicted to hard rock and the psychedelic rock scenes, utterly and completely. I would do just about anything to have Jerry Garcia and Vince Welnick alive again so I could go to Dead shows and spin, laugh, throw marshmellows and hang with my other veggie burrito lovin’ crew. I think I would enjoy it much more now than I did back then without the ever gloomy and disapproving presence of my ex-husband always being the constant downer when I started to spin. I can’t wait until Nickleback, Hinder, Godsmack, or Cold come to town so I can get wild and thrash around screaming, head banging, fist pumpin and sweating to some hard driving sounds. Where or where are you Disturbed? Come play Wichita so I can ‘Get Down with the Sickness’! When will the Chili Peppers tour again Hey Oh! 
5. Sometimes, I think I am addicted to my husband. Seriously, I hurt if I don’t see him for like twelve hours. I walk in the back door and embrace him each night and get my Matt fix. If it is more than twelve hours I start getting down, moody, and surly to say the least. In six years, the first time we didn’t spend the night together was when I went to San Diego in September 2008 to help move my Grandmother to Texas. It was a living hell. I was so upset and distraught by our three day separation I was hardly able to cope and help my mother deal with my grandmother’s needs. There were many times I was close to snapping at my mom, brother and cousins for no apparent reason other than I desperately missed my husband’s cheery disposition and calming, mellow, pragmatic attitude.
6. Alcohol? No, not at this time in my life, but I could easily have become addicted to it from about 1991 to 1994 when I was seriously partying in college. I know this because at a party at “Los Guys” one night I brought a bottle of tequila for the ‘party’ like to go in a group mixer or something. Well it ended up not getting used. I crawled to my truck the next morning to drive home, with the beginnings of a very bad hangover, and was about six blocks from the house about to get on the 118 freeway when I realized I had left the bottle, turned around, and pounded on the door of “Los Guys” until Mike Arrasmith answered the door in his underwear. I pushed my way in to get my tequila afraid that Jeff (Barf) would drink it. I proceeded to drive home, open the bottle and continue partying with my roommates drinking tequila sunrises – thus avoiding the true hangover *wink*. Yeah. This is one of the many reasons I stopped partying with CSUN people and quickly switched vices to something less liver killing! 

So, am I an addict? Perhaps, yes, I am addicted to the things I listed above – at least to the ones I definitely admitted to being my vices.

I have shed quite a few, especially in the last six or seven years, and I am thankful to Matt & Shurree for helping me do that. I think I was addicted to the Wheel of Time for a while there. When book 12 comes out, I’ll have to test myself.

One thing is for certain…I am addicted to the truth.