Thanks for all the input on the lamp in the previous post! I guess I will be leaving the lampshade, as that was the unanimous vote. Sometimes I just need a little outside perspective. Now to today’s post…
I asked Tom last night if he had to name five weird things about me, what would they be? It took him about ..oh, 45 seconds. He didn’t even have to think about it. Except maybe to eliminate one weird thing in favor of another.
Since I like to keep it real here, I’m gonna delve into the weird things that could quite easily be made fun of (and are by some) about me. And then I want to hear yours. So be thinking…
Tom’s Top Five Weird Things About Me:
1. I like to pop things. (Zits, etc. I reallllllly want to see a cyst open up. I was disappointed when a family member told me of an inner ear infection that, when treated, drained brown stuff out of his ear for several minutes. I still wish I’d been there to see it.)
2. I pop my knuckles…in my toes. (I kind of have monkey toes. I pick things up with them and stuff. So yeah, I scrunch them up really hard and it pops the joints. Feels so good.)
4. I can make any space very ordered with some work and then reduce it back to a messy heap in a matter of days without trying. (Embarrassing, but true. You don’t even want to know how bad my desk looks again.)
5. I randomly change from speech to song in the middle of sentences. (I have always done this and don’t really notice it most of the time, but Tom always does.)
Ok so those are Tom’s top choices of how weird I am.
*I love to listen to soundtracks to musicals but hate opera. I also love Disney music.
*I think it’s important to be ladylike yet I burp so much at home. (Sorry, mom, but it’s true. At least I don’t do it in public.)
*I talk to Will about stuff that I know he can’t possibly understand. My best guess is that something in me just won’t allow me to shut up. So I talk to whoever can hear. Even if they aren’t quite one and a half years old yet. He’s learned to nod “yes” to any question-like tone when I speak to him. 😉
*As much as I like to talk, I do not enjoy talking on the phone. I would soooo much rather speak face-to-face. If I have to contact someone via phone, I try to do it with a text message unless I think it would hurt their feelings or I just need to actually speak with them. My mom doesn’t like that because she says I don’t call often enough.
The irony being that when I was a young teenager, I loved to talk on the phone. And my parents set up strict rules for time using the phone that only applied to me, none of my siblings. And now, I don’t like talking on the phone…and now they say I don’t call enough.
*I think picking your nose is gross, but I totally look at a tissue after I blow my nose before throwing it away. I have to see what was in my face!
*I insist on getting the goofy side of my family members documented. Here’s a shot from Christmas Eve before dinner.
*I frequently snort if I’m laughing really hard.
*I think the worst part about a normal doctor’s appointment (not one where you are really ill or anything) is a long wait in the waiting room, not the actual poking and prodding the doctor does. Not even the shots. The only thing that could rival the wait as the worst part is a high medical bill.
*I have a bladder that might be considered the right size if I was a squirrel. But as a human, it means about 3,000 pit stops in a road trip.
*I sing songs…as if I was one of our dogs singing it. Yes, I do a fake voice and sing parodies of songs as if the dogs were making up the lyrics. Tom and I crack each other up doing this.
Okay. If that didn’t weird you out too much (especially the last one), I’m impressed.
Your turn! What about you is a little left of center?