Darling Katie invited me over to the cool table yesterday by granting this newbie a “Tag.” I hope I can handle the pressure, chew with my mouth closed and not let on that I am quite a nerd.
The Tag Challenge: name six quirks about myself. The first thing that came to mind was – just six, however will I narrow it down? After careful consideration, I managed to admit to some that are odd, but in my husband’s opinion, somewhat endearing.
Thanks babe.
Here we go!
1. I have to, no matter if I am running late or not, make my bed. It is an imperative. This also leads to my obsession with clean linens. I cannot go any longer than three days before I have to wash the sheets. First night, nice and crisp, second night, still nice, third night, time to wash those limp suckers. For me it’s a state of mind. If the bed is made and the dishes are out of the sink, there could be a pile of horse manure in my front entry, but I still “feel” like the house is picked up. You know, minus the Toys R Us display I have going on in my living room.
2. Don’t laugh – I absolutely have to turn on the bathroom light when I go in the middle of the night, only to make sure there isn’t a snake in the toilet bowl. This stems from an old family friend getting up in the middle of the night, sitting down, and then noticing that the thing that she thought was a jump rope coiled up in the corner, was actually a water moccasin.
I am so not making that up.
I apologize to all the readers out there that will now have to join me in this quirk.
3. I’m not sure if this is a quirk or me just being a snob – I’ve actually debated whether or not to bother brushing my teeth before heading to Walmart, but I will not step foot into the local Super Target without freshly applied lipstick. I know, a quirky snob!
4. When sleeping at night with my dear hubby, I have to face away from him, resulting in me usually sleeping on my left side. I have an issue with having warm air in my face. He likes to exhale warm air; therefore, I must turn over when he turns towards me. Makes for some angry sighing around 2:00 a.m.
5. I loathe the thought of staying in a hotel room. From the comforter to the bathtub to the carpet, to the phone, the remote and the “clean” glasses by the sink – it’s all nasty to me. During a trip to Kauai before we had kids, my husband and I were checking into a pretty nice hotel, only to be told, hey, it’s your lucky day. Our newly renovated towers are now open and we will upgrade you at no extra cost to enjoy all the fresh, clean, never been touched amenities. I didn’t even have to open the blackout curtains to understand the meaning of Paradise.
6. This is an oldie, but a goodie, so it goes on the list. There is a handbook somewhere, I don’t know where, that describes how toilet paper should go on the holder. It states clearly that the paper should go over the top of the roll, not be pulled down from the opposite side. Dear hubby says he doesn’t care, but he always puts it on backwards.
I have two theories: the first is that he is slowly trying to drive me mad. The second is that he does it on purpose just so I’ll notice that he changed it. He has a third reason – so I’ll have something to bitch at him about. Nice.
So that’s it. The good, the bad, and the way ugly quirky side of me.
Protocol now calls for me to choose some other bloggers to join in on the cleansing. I’m going to keep my list to four of you guys, because I have two dozen more cupcakes to crank out before my birthday boy gets home from school.
1. Melody at Pennies In My Pocket, you’re lucky #1. She has the most adorable site with some incredible deals and recipes. And always a sweet comment to make my day.
2. Michelle at The Contini Clan. She is a fellow RABber (Raising all Boys) – four wonderful young men, all while juggling opening a new pediatrician practice. Check her out and give her a “atta girl!”
3. Laurel at Trailing Spouse in Kathmandu. A visit to her site is always a feast for the eyes with her colorful photography.
4. And to show the men a little love, Jay at Halftime Lessons. I would love to hear the male perspective on what constitutes a quirk.
Cupcakes are waiting!
