October 04, 2004
Now it's time for our favorite game, "Quirks and Confessions". I'll go first.
1. I hate it when people ask if you want the good news first, or the bad news. It throws me into an absolute conundrum! Agony!
2. I like word problems in math. Enough to buy a book of them, and do them secretly so nobody knows what a big old nerd I am.
3. Some of my favorite words start with "L" and are quite naughty. Lascivious, luscious, liscentious, lavish. I wish I could use them more often, but I get Looks.
4. I simply cannot write on wide-ruled paper, no matter how hard I try. I just can't. I feel like a little kid writing in a giant's notebook.
5. If I'm waiting and bored, I will kick my foot. (not so weird). But, I'm also spelling my name with the movement. (a little weird). I try other words occasionally, but they don't jive right.
6. I like to come up with the perfect descriptive word for the hair colors of people sitting in front of me. I like it even better if the words for all the people are in the same set- like spices (ginger, salt-and-pepper, saffron). Or icecream toppings (caramel, chocolate, honey, etc).
7. I love mail that's waiting to be sent. A pile of fresh, crisp envelopes, stamped and eager to go really makes me happy.
8. When I work on Saturdays, I feel justified in wearing my hair in pigtails. I know it's not professional but in my opinion, they're lucky I came in at all. For the record though, they're understated. Well, as much as pigtails can be.
9. I can't wear socks if they get wet in the least. If I step in a puddle the size of a nickel, they're gone. Fast. Like it was a poison puddle.
10. If your eyebrows are wild and bushy, I can't look at you when we're talking. I try, I realize it's rude not to, but it frightens me. Please wax. Or pluck. For the sake of our friendship!
Okay, people. Make with the confessions.
Okay, I have two off the top of my head.
1. In my head, I count my steps whenever I am walking. For example, I know that it takes exactly 287 paces to get from my desk to my normal parking spot out in the lot at work.
2. Sometimes, I sneak into the kitchen, slice me a piece of chedder cheese, take the end piece from the bread, and pour me a cup of water, no ice. Then I sit in the dark and pretend I am a very poor girl in the 1600's eating my one meal of cheese and bread that I get each day. It's great fun.
Oh, one more, I like to take one twisty pretzel (the bowtie ones) and wrap it up in a napkin and take a walk and eat that pretzel. Again, I pretend I am a very poor girl, but this time, from the Depression era and that I have purchased this one pretzel from the country store that I had to walk four miles to get to; its a special treat and I savor every grain of salt on it.
That's slightly wierd, I know. I really don't know if I should admit that 1) I still pretend and 2) I have a fixation with being a very poor girl.
Posted by: Ashley at October 4, 2004 04:00 PMA lot of mine are the same as something from the "Seinfeld" episodes, some are the making of my own neurotic mind.
1. I am a terrible "germ-o-phobe". I have no problem admitting this to people, but sometimes they take offense. I can't seem to explain that I don't think THEY are dirty, just the germs are.
One thing in particular that gets me is most of my friends say Grace when we come over for dinner, and they have a tradition of everyone holding hands as they say it. Well, I've just washed my hands when dinner was announced, what am I supposed to do? get back up and wash again? (there are times I have!)
2. Also, I wish I had the guts to make people put those disposable bootie things on their feet when they come in my house.
3. I would drape myself in velvet if it were socially acceptable.
3. I secretly shoot machine gun fire into those cars that go by my house with their super-boom-bass playing. I don't mind hearing it on a public highway or busy city street, but when you turn into my quiet little neighborhood turn it OFF!!!! the sign at the posted on the street that says "Dead End" should give you a clue!
4. Cats should be kept on a leash or confined to a yard. Do I let my dog roam in your yard and poop on everything? NO!!!
5. I LOVE the smell of gasoline.
6. I still suck my thumb, (not in public anymore, though) it calms and comforts me. Please don't psychoanalyze that one.
1. Every night I sleep in a sleeping bag on top of my perfectly made bed because I hate to wrinkle my sheets up and remake the bed everyday.
2. When tempetures drop below 65 I start wearing gloves and silk thermals under all my clothes.
3. I choose what foods I like based on their texture and consistency rather than taste. Therefore, no on strawberries, kiwis, avocados...
4. I am very outgoing usually, but I turn ultra shy whenever it really counts such as any type of mingling function with strangers or any time around a guy I find attractive.
Posted by: Liz at October 5, 2004 12:27 AM1. I wear earplugs to bed, even when my snoring husband is out of town. I was certain at one time in my life that something whispered to me, "evil will come to you through your ears." Ever since then, I started sleeping with my hair over my ears, as if that would stop evil. Later, a couple of years ago, I started wearing earplugs, using the excuse that my husband saws logs (well he DOES!). I think that earplugs have stopped the evil, though, so I am safe now.
2. I think in song. It's hard for me not to break into song during a normal conversation, even in a serious atmosphere.
3. I don't like to wear shoes. Since it is socially unacceptable to attend church or go to work in bare feet, I favor shoes that I can easily slip out of. Consequently, my tennis shoes and boots gather dust in the clost. I do, however, like to wear socks.
4. I have the attention span of a kindergartner. Often, I stop mid-sentence to make an observation, and I don't think others appreciate my observations. "Sure, I can have that report to you by next week, however... oh my gosh is that a great blue heron?"
5. I am absolutely fascinated with men's facial hair. The fact that all these course little hairs actually grow out of a place on them that on my face is baby smooth, is in my mind, a miracle!
6. I have NO problem whatsoever getting in front of a microphone or an audience, even in a full auditorium... even impromtu. I always have something to say.
7. I homeschooled my kids... ALL the way through, from birth to when they moved out.
8. I've always wanted chickens. Not the kind in my freezer, but the kind in a coop in the backyard. When I spot chickens in the background of a movie scene, I yell "CHICKENS!" and my family laughs at me.
9. I have scars all over my body. I was born without 50% of my skin. My mom told me that the place where I didn't have skin looked like steak until skin granulated in. Summertime was hard for me because shorts and swimsuits revealed my secret. I thought I'd never find a man to love me and think I was attractive. However, now I wouldn't trade my scars for perfect skin because I feel like I've been branded especially by God. They make me unique.
10. I have "save the world" syndrome. It's a hopeless case really. I am compelled to perform random acts of senseless kindness whether I want to or not.
Posted by: another Shannon at October 9, 2004 12:48 AM