Obsessed

That's what I am.

Sometimes.

Over certain things.

I can't help it.

That's how I am.

Organized...very much so.

Honestly I don't know where I first heard the expression, "there's a place for everything and everything in it's place"  but I am convinced that I'm related to them.  Ask me where a certain thing is in the house, the utility room, the garage and I can tell you precisely where it is.  

I'm also good at numbers.

I have a good memory as well. 

I see/read something and I can tell you where it is on the page...left hand side, right hand side.

I picture it.

I can see it.

This talent (?) made my job at the bank simple.  Helping create the screens that the end users worked with, when they called for help, I could picture where the specific field was on the screen and walk them right through their problem.

 However, sometimes obsessed is not a good thing.

An example?

I planted seeds in my perennial garden the other day, scratching the soil and watering them in ever so tenderly.  Seeds that I brought with me from Virginia.

I went to the gym for my workout and when I got home there was a surprise.

The Pres put down the mulch we bought.

Yep.

On top of my seeds.

Ask me how happy I was.

Go ahead.

Just ask.