The Non-Essential Adventures of D'Art

My name is D’Art and I am a bookaholic. I am admitting that I need help. I’m not sure what started this whole obsession with books, but it is definitely that, an obsession. The crazy thing is that up until 5 or 6 years ago, I didn’t even know how to read. Well maybe not quite to that extreme, but absolutely to the extreme that if I had to read a book for a class, the first thing I would do is look for the movie. I was lazy and didn’t care to waste time reading. But something has happened to me over the past 5 or 6 years, I’ve been changed. Now I try to read anything I can get my hands on. Not to the incessant degree of standing in line for 16 hours for the new Harry Potter book or anything, but it seems anytime I’m near a book store, there is a “NEED” to enter and purchase. But here is where my delima happens. I can’t just read one book at a time. Below are the books I’m currently reading but not yet completed:

Confessions of a Reformission Rev. — Mark Driscoll
Secrets of Super Achievers — Philip Baker
Peppermint-Filled Pinatas — Eric Bryant
Tough Choices A Memoir — Carly Fiorina
The Ten Faces of Innovation — Tom Kelley
Strengths Finder 2.0 — Tom Rath
Mavericks at Work — William Taylor
Soul Cravings — Erwin McManus

Now here is the real trouble, out of the 8 books I’m currently reading, 6 of them I am more than halfway done with. It seems when I’m almost done with a book, I see a need to get another on to add to my current reading list.  So instead of finishing said book, I start another one.  I don’t know what to do.  I’m addicted to new books.  Someone please help.

It’s football season…all around. Friday night I went to the local High School Football game and saw a pretty decent game. Saturday I spent the better part of the day flipping through channels watching College Football. And today I will also spend a large fraction of my day watching Professional Football.

Kellie doesn’t understand the euphoric state which is Football. I feel like I need to explain why I’m spending the first 3 days of the collective football season glued to the couch, but every time I try to communicate the “rules” of football she just spaces out…Kind of like when she is trying to explain the “rules” of decorating to me, I just don’t get it. Being the only male is what is sure to become, in the next few years, a toxic estrogen zone, I must keep grounded by getting my needed dose of football every year. The beginning of the season feels equivalent to that of a bear coming out of hibernation, he’s hungry, and if it takes him 3 days to fill his stomach, that’s what it’s going to take. I’m sure after today my hunger will subside for at least a few more days….at least until Friday, unless there is a game on Thursday, then it’s feeding time again.