One of my absolute favorite bloggers, Amanda of Shamelessly Sassy (finalist for a Bloggie, I may add) challenged us to confess our quirkiest traits. Never one to back down from a challenge (with the exception of those issued at 6am from the 4 year old), I decided to join in.
1) I can't stand things to be uneven on my body. For example, if one of my kids accidentally whacks my leg, I'll hit the other one to make it even. Or if Dave pinches one of my um, cheeks, he knows he's got to get the other one too.
2) I drink milk, and only milk, when I am eating spaghetti.
3) I call the guys who work at Wal-Mart "Wal-Mart Boys" even though I know it is incredibly rude and degrading. I don't mean to do it, and I always say I'm going to stop, but somehow whenever I am there, I always need help and its, "Um, excuse me, Wal-Mart Boy? Do you know where the Confederate Flags are?"
4) I used to be a chronic sleepwalker. I woke up in the shower at least once a month. I woke up knocking on my neighbor's door one time. I woke up in the car, with the keys in the ignition, when I was pregnant with Asker. One time I even ate a ham and cheese sandwich that I had made for Dave's lunch (and I do NOT eat cheese). I stopped sleepwalking when I had kids. Now, I just don't sleep.
5) I do this weird thing, sometimes, with my mouth when I'm driving. I keep my jaws clenched when there is just grass on the side of the road, but open them when there is any obstruction (tree, driveway, mailboxes, etc.) One side of the road is easy, but when I do both sides, my jaws are open, shut, open, shut, open. I do it with my mouth closed, so it's not obvious (just extremely weird, I know.) I think it started in elementary school when my mom would make us look out our own windows so we would stop antagonizing each other. I'm trying to avoid creating obsessive-compulsive freaks, so I let my kids have at it in the car. Anyway, I'm too busy watching for driveways to referee.
6) I have a serious aversion to being physically touched. When I am the right mood, I can enjoy a hug or a massage (sex is fine, it's the kissy-face, affectionate kind of touching I shirk from) And I hate to admit it, but I have been known to cringe even at my husband's touch if I was not expecting it. And I adore him. I just don't like to be hugged. I used to be rather blunt and obvious about it, but I have picked up some social skills along the way, and I no longer recoil in horror at sweet old church ladies coming in for the hug. But I just can't bring myself to return them.
7) I love spicy food. The hotter the better. I have yet to find a food, sauce or wing that is too hot for me.
8) I balance my checkbook(s) every day. Every single day. Every single penny, every single day. It makes me happy.
18 comments:
Thank you for participating! I'm glad I'm one of your favorite bloggers! :) Also, I am mesmerized by sleepwalkers. And, I have the same aversion to physical touch.
Those were awesome! The car thing is different, and I love that you shared it for that reason. Good stuff!
wow. you are an interesting creature...
milk with spaghetti!! i do that too...but ONLY if i am the one who opened the milk.
i had to stop my list at 10...i am 100% sure i could go on forever!
You know...they make meds for some of these uh, quirks. ;)
Although, I am kind of the same way about being touched unexpectedly.
And, I wasn't really clear but the wannabe Confederate family was displaying was brought there by them. When I went back to snap a photo, dad was carefully folding it up.
Fun post!
Okay I was DONE @ number one. You watch Monk??? Yes....
My comparison was idiotic after reading your list!
I eat salsa and nachos almost every night before bed. My stomach is apparently made of iron... lol
And I am skinny... so go figure! lol
I wish I liked balancing my checkbook! I hate to tell you, girl, but I think you have some OCD!
The even touch thing definitely runs in the family, but the jaw clencher.....coming from your sister.....your freaking wacky!
The jaw thing? I do that, too. Not all the time, but often enough to know exactly what you are talking about. That's some OCD at it's best, right there.
Oh, and don't touch me. No, really. Don't.
I am totally with you on #1. Even if my foot rubs against a foreign object the other foot has to follow. So weird... I giggled when I read yours.
Wow. You are quirky! I love it. Nothing too weird there. The sleep walking thing is a little freaky. That would scare me.
You balance your checkbook every day? You are way better than me:)
I used to sleepwalk too. Once, I woke up in the elevator of a hotel I was staying at. The other people in it were really confused.
Wow, I love your quirky ways. Except for the sleep walking - that's just a wee bit scary!
I'm not big on the touchy either :)
This was a great post!
You balance your checkbook everyday...!
I have the clausterphobic anti-hug or touching thing, too (6). My MIL thinks I'm mean for shuttering when she tries to hug me, but I cannot do it.
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