I thought I'd put a picture of me to try and jazz up this post, but this is the best I could do. Me, covered in kids. This is my life.
1. I put the toilet lid down before I flush. Not the seat, the LID. I think there are fumes in the air if I don't. I also hate it when anyone else doesn't put it down.
2. I have never lost my keys. I never lose them in my house, and can not find them in my purse only if they happen to fall out of the designated pocket.
3. I hate catching bugs in toilet paper, not because I'm necessarily scared of said bug, but because I can't stand the feeling of the pop when you squish it in your fingers. That feeling stays with me for hours and I keep reliving it in my mind.
4. I've never broken a bone.
5. I've never been to Disneyland and I don't give a rat's seat.
6. Last night I drank a cup of 7 up, Tabasco, Catalina dressing, and maple syrup, and cherry, mixed up by my new pal Natalee, all in an attempt to make the Young Women think I'm cool at the Fear Factor activity we had.
OK, so tag to........ mmmmmm....... I don't know, I don't really have any friends, so...... nobody. Plus I feel guilty if anyone feels pressured and mostly I'm to tired and lazy to have to go and let everyone know they've been tagged. Oh, another quirk of mine, I'm a huge party pooper. Sorry.
5 comments:
Jesse does the thing with the toilet lid too. Something about poop particles flying around or somesuch. I think if you're going to flush blindly though, you should lift up the lid afterwards to peek and make sure it all went down. No one wants to see those poop particles STILL IN THE TOILET if it didn't flush all the way!
You have friends ya big lame-o! None of your quirks suprise me. I love you quirky.
Off topic comment. How do you get your blog to be that wide. Ours is really skinny and it pisses me off.
Charlie... I have no idea how to change it to make it wide, but I know what you mean. When I chose this format I did so specifically because it is wide. I don't have any advice for you, sorry.
Jen; this is from Andrea's (Brett's wife) I thought you'd enjoy it.
"So, here are six things about me. Don't judge me too harshly.
1. I am obsessed with lava. It's just so... so... awesome. It's beautiful and powerful and scary all at the same time. For Christmas, I want a lava video to watch over and over and over again. Mind you, I do not wish to actually go near lava (I have safety issues), but I wouldn't mind flying over in a helicopter or something like that. But not the lava stuff that looks like a mudslide. I want to see the real fiery stuff. You know, that stuff that seems like it could make you burst into flame if you look at it long enough. That's what I be talkin' 'bout.
2. I don't have a preference between Miracle Whip and mayo. Really. I don't. It just does matter which one is on my sandwich. I was accused of being a blasphemer by my brother-in-law when his mom asked which one I wanted on my BLT and I replied, "Whatever is out. I don't care." He roared in indignation. "You can't NOT CARE! You HAVE to have a preference! I don't even care if your preference is different than mine, but you HAVE TO PREFER ONE OR THE OTHER! You can't LIKE BOTH!" Uhhh... okay. Mayo... I mean Miracle Whip. See, I can't make myself care one way or another.
3. I don't "get" poetry. I can't even explain to you what I don't get, because I don't get it. I know poetry is popular. People like to read it and people love to write it. I don't DISlike it. I just don't understand it. Brett wrote a poem for me after we were engaged. I read it, appreciated the craft and sentiment that he put into it, kissed him and thanked him, and then tucked it away with all my other keepsake treasures. This, apparently, is NOT what you are supposed to do with a poem that your loved one writes a poem for you. I still don't know what the correct behavior is, so any tips are appreciated. I'm a total clod in this respect. I know it. I despise it.
This deficiency extends to song lyrics, too. On more than one occasion, we've been listening to a song and Brett will make a comment like, "Oh man, this guy has had his heart ripped out one too many times and he is so bitter..." and I'll say, "Huh? This is a song about heartbreak?" and he'll say, "So, when he sings, 'I'm so bitter because I've had my heart ripped out so many times and I'm brokenhearted,' that wasn't a clue for you?" I just... well, never thought about what the song was about. I know. I'm a clod.
4. I hate the word "lilac." Not the color, not the flower, just the word. When I was a kid in Primary, we used to sing about walking by the lilac tree and it would make my blood boil. It just makes me angry and I can't explain it. Other words that make me angry: squat and condiment. Some favorite words: eucalyptus, gecko, and barley.
5. I have to hold my nose to jump into water/I can't gargle. This is a source of endless amusement for those who know me. I HAVE to plug my nose or I'lll get water in it. I even hold my nose going down waterslides. When we were scuba diving and I was wearing a mask that covered my eyes and nose, I still plugged my nose for my backward tumble off the boat and into the ocean. (That might have been psychological, though.) I think this is related to my inability to gargle in some way. There must be some genetic anomaly that affects my nose and throat. Maybe I don't have a uvula. Oooohhh.... uvula. Another good word.
6. I love "The People's Court." I watch it every day at work. Yes, I am Rain Man."
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