Hey! Where you going? Take me with you!

So, I am losing followers. Am I too weird? That's what my grandson calls me. My daughter calls me a dork. My other grandson calls me Grannie. My grand daughter calls me flubber cuz my arms jiggle. And my son-in-law calls me freak but that's ok,...I call him worm boy. And my son calls me mother, with is weird and I don't know where he got that from. (I'm mom) But the way he says it cracks me up. He's not being formal. Oh crap. I know our family has it's own set of groups. Like one is "Pod People". And there are two more and it makes me mad that I can't think of them right now. Oh, so back to the future. I am not having a pity party here. I blog for me but I will still read and comment on the blogs I follow even if you all leave me. The Christians probably leave cuz I swear (though I never take the Lord's name in vain.) And the "heathen-ha!" probably flee at the mention of God. Errrr,...I think what really happened is that a few of the professional drinkers accidentally un-followed me. Yeah, that's it. Cool. I love you all anyway. Truth be told, I know we all have many characteristics and thoughts and stuff but most are not in touch with themselves or are in denial or keep themselves "in check." It's all good.

A.D.D. - this is a serious question. My therapist said that she is pretty sure my husband has A.D.D. and also that doing things the hard way (making easy things way too involved and difficult) is a symptom of that. Anyone know about this or can confirm this? Case in point,...this evening my man decided to clean the floor fans. He had me bring them outside and used his air compressor on them. I told him I could just wash them like I always do but he said it wasn't necessary. By the 2nd fan, he was asking if I would take it in and wash it as it didn't seem to be getting clean. Anyway, like I said, I always just take them apart and wash all the parts. He, on the other hand, had lowered the tailgate on the truck, dragged the fans outside, used both the shop vac and the air compressor on them. Just much ado about nothing. So my question is whether any of you have heard of this as symptom of A.D.D. I think the therapists explanation made sense at the time but naturally, I can't remember. (yeah, we'll address my Alzheimer's symptoms some other time.)