Category: Why Do I Do That?

Why Did I Do That? Episode 3

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According to Wiktionary, the expression “Too Much Information” was first shortened to “TMI” by former Wall Street Journal reporter Joseph Checkler circa 1988. It was not until the late 1990s however, that the term was popularized by online communities.

I have no idea if this is true or not, but I was shocked to think “TMI” is still hanging in there, that old coot! I wonder how often the average person “TMIs”. Now it’s a verb, Wiktitionary! Anyway, TMI crossed my mind the other day when right after I responded to a friend’s comment, I thought, Oh, TMI! Why did I do that?

So what did I do? Well, I was out gardening with my partner and for some reason I looked at the zipper on my jeans. Why? No idea. Did I catch her looking at it? Did I feel a breeze sneaking in? Peering down, I saw that it was unzipped and zipped it up.

Now for the TMI…

She: I do that all the time. Me: It’s a good thing I have underwear on. I pull my jeans away from my belly and take a peek. Me: Yep, I do. She started cracking up. Me: I thought not only did I question the fact if I had any undergarment on below my waist, but that I had also shared it out loud. At this TMI, I smiled.

Why Did I do That? Episode 2

COVID Hair cuts- Has anyone cut their hair since being on lock down? The ends of my hair looked like miniature hand brooms, so about a month ago, I took scissors to my hair and…snip snip. Not bad I thought…with my curly hair, the uneven layers will be hidden. Then a few weeks passed and I felt the urge tickling at the tips of my fingers for a second go around. I saw a neighbor getting her hair cut in her back yard, with both her and the stylist wearing masks. I thought, all I can do is ask…. So I asked my adorable hairstlist & it was a done deal!

I hadn’t cut my hair since undergrad! My mimi-me daughter cut hers a couple days ago! I wonder how many people have cut their own hair. Have you?

Why Did I Do That? Episode 1

So I sit here on my couch, at 1:15 am. My feet are propped up and crossed on our coffee table that’s had a long history. (Thirty-plus years ago, my husband and his friend went on a cross country trip and this is one the items he brought home.) Anyway, I sit here wondering Why did I do that?

I awoke to the familiar sound of snoring. I curiously looked up the etymology of snore while writing this. It is from the Middle English for snort. As I picture a hog in his pen, I decide that is a good description of the sounds emitted from his body unbeknownst to him, but quite “beknownst” to me. That body, next to me, trilled with many different snorts – some short, some loud, some that change pitch…I listened for a bit and then began responding to my beloved.

I began to mimic his snores, snorts, sounds. It was as if I was responding to his call. As if we were two birds calling to each other – our very own bird song. I responded to my true love with all the different versions of his call – mimicking each sound back to him. I did this for a few minutes and then smiled and thought Why did I do that? I laughed and popped up out of bed, remembering I the recording I recently made of his snoring. That morning, I let him listen to his beautiful, unique, just meant for me, nightly love song. I wonder what this morning will bring. I’m going back to bed!

Why Did I Do That? Episode 1

So I sit here on my couch, at 1:15 am. My feet are propped up and crossed on our coffee table that’s had a long history. (Thirty-plus years ago, my husband and his friend went on a cross country trip and this is one the items he brought home.) Anyway, I sit here wondering Why did I do that?

I awoke to the familiar sound of snoring. I curiously looked up the etymology of snore while writing this. It is from the Middle English for snort. As I picture a hog in his pen, I decide that is a good description of the sounds emitted from his body unbeknownst to him, but quite “beknownst” to me. That body, next to me, trilled with many different snorts – some short, some loud, some that change pitch…I listened for a bit and then began responding to my beloved.

I began to mimic his snores, snorts, sounds. It was as if I was responding to his call. As if we were two birds calling to each other – our very own bird song. I responded to my true love with all the different versions of his call – mimicking each sound back to him. I did this for a few minutes and then smiled and thought Why did I do that? I laughed and popped up out of bed, remembering I the recording I recently made of his snoring. That morning, I let him listen to his beautiful, unique, just meant for me, nightly love song. I wonder what this morning will bring. I’m going back to bed!