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I went to a conference yesterday on personality disorders. It was another one of those great events for me. You see, I miss school with a passion. The speaker spoke while I furiously scribbled notes and books to read for reference and techniques to try and empathic words to use with my patients and their families. I was so hoping for a test at the end. Alas, there was not one to be found. I did come away with a certificate though. I love certificates. I also came away with the strange feeling that I have at least 6 out of 12 of those personality disorders. I always do this when studying. I did it in grad school. We'd be learning something and beads of sweat would form on my brow as I suddenly learned and understood what the heck has been wrong with me all these years. I mean really, compulsive personality disorder? Sign my name on the line. Borderline? Oh gosh, I do some of those things!! Narcissistic? I am a bit self-absorbed! Anti-social? Nope, haven't killed any kitties lately. Schizoid? Nope, love people too much. Paranoid? I do always wonder what people are thinking! You get the point, right. I spent a couple hours thinking I was seriously screwed up until I took a deep breath and remembered that my father, while in medical school, thought he had each and every disease he studied. So, maybe I'm over-reacting. At least I got 6 CEU credits.

I am now a home owner. I'm sorry, you didn't react positively or strongly enough. Let's try again. I AM NOW THE OWNER OF A HOME! With a two car garage, a dishwasher, grass, a tiny tree, a fireplace, two bathrooms, and a huge kitchen. Jared and I closed on the house today and I am ecstatic. It's all very surreal. I mean, really, when did I grow up and gain these adult rights and privileges?! I now have a Roth IRA, a 401K, a life insurance policy, a HOME, a wedding dress, and two rugs (please see previous blog in which I decided that having two rugs made me a certified grown up). Moses, help me. I am so excited. The kitchen has an island in the middle. I can lay across it comfortably. That's how wonderful and spacey it is. Yes, I did lay across it today in jubilation and no, I am not calling myself fat.

Well, I must go attend to the macaroni noodles boiling on the stove. After dinner I am going to pass out and sleep for 2 1/2 days in order to recover and put my personality disorders to bed. Ha