You Down With O.C.D? Yeah, You Know Me!

One of these things is not like the other...

One of these things is not like the other…

     What up nerds?  A big part of Operation Get Off Your Butt is about getting organized. That’s something I’m usually all over, but lately…not so much. Years ago, my uncle, referring to someone I’ve long forgotten, said, “He needs to get his fragmented <stuff> together.”  Except he didn’t say “stuff.”  That’s one of those sayings that has stayed with me over the years and I use it frequently. It describes exactly what I’m trying to accomplish in my own life.

     You’d think someone who lost everything in a house fire two years ago wouldn’t have had much opportunity to get out of control as far as organization goes. I mean, Dude…you started from scratch. How bad could it be?  Well, I figured out a way to do it, so I’m going to have to spend a good part of fall 2013 getting stuff in order. The good news is that I enjoy the work.

    One of the many mini-projects within that effort highlights my particular brand of nerdy O.C.D. And yes, I realize I’m probably reaching a bit here on the definition of Obessive Compulsive Disorder.  But the title was too good to pass up. Anyway, what am I talking about and what am I up to?

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Model Kits on the Cheap @ Hobby Lobby

They made me a deal I couldn't refuse...

They made me a deal I couldn’t refuse…

     My lovely wife needed to run by Hobby Lobby for some craft supplies this morning. My son had a $20 bill burning a hole in his pocket and wanted to check out their selection of plastic toy soldiers to add to his already massive army of polystyrene warriors. The model kit aisle is only two away from the army men aisle but, having already been warned that our discretionary $$$ is kinda light for the week, I decided to avoid that particular part of the store.  I’m not world-renowned for my impulse control. Let’s just say I’m the reason they put a wall of candy in the check-out lane.

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Hanging Around The Nerd Cave



     When I was 3 or 4, my dad hung a model of a P-40 Warhawk fighter plane in my room.  It was one of the Flying Tigers’ planes from World War II with the bad-ass shark mouth painted on the nose.  It’s one of my earliest memories and probably what got me hooked (get it?) on hanging stuff from the ceiling.  Ever since, I’ve always liked to take my decorating into the 3rd dimension, so to speak.

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The $12 Magazine–Say What?


No, that's not a misprint...

No, that’s not a misprint…

     I love magazines. ESPECIALLY magazines related to my various hobbies. Back in late 1990, I was freshly out of the U.S. Army and living in my parents’ basement. Oh yeah, I got that box checked on my Nerd Bucket List decades ago.

     One day, my father earnestly informed me that he needed to have a talk with me.  The seriousness of the look on his face had me convinced he was either going to tell me had cancer or was getting gender reassignment surgery.  I sat on the couch and he informed me that after careful observation of my lifestyle, he’d concluded (cue the dramatic music) that I was  “receiving too many periodicals.

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Of Motorcycles and Model Airplanes

     I gotta say that as a sort of part-time blogger, I’m starting to really admire those guys (and gals) who manage to update their blogs daily, and even weekly. Between work, kids and fighting Weed War II in my lawn, I rarely have time to sit down and catch my breath.

    However, as part of my Father’s Day goal to apply butt to couch as much as possible, I find myself with a bit of free time.  I thought I might post something to get my creative juices flowing.

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