February 20, 2008
Quirks
You make your friend start a blog and then she tags you. . .
Sigh.
I’m just kidding of course. I’ve been tagged by Renovation Girl and here are the rules:
The rules:
1) Link to the person who tagged you.
2) Post the rules.
3) Share six non-important things / habits / quirks about yourself.
4) Tag at least three people.
5) Make sure the people you tagged KNOW you tagged them by commenting that you did.
Six non-important things about me:
1. I can drink iced tea or soda out of any type of cup or glass. However, give me milk in a plastic cup and I could seriously gag. I have to drink milk out of a glass or it just makes me nauseous. My Mom is the same way. Nature or nurture?
2. My feet are claustrophobic. I can not ever sleep with socks on my feet. Once I tried to slather my feet in emollient lotion and wear special socks to make sure it soaks in. When I woke up in the morning, my socks were on the other side of the bedroom. Apparently I ripped them off and threw them in my sleep.
3. When I get nervous, I pick at the skin on my thumb by my fingernails. You can totally tell how stressed out I am by the condition of my hands. Let’s just say that this week, my thumb started to bleed.
4. It doesn’t matter what type of hairstyle I have. It is almost always tucked behind my ears. It drives my stylist crazy!
5. I get extremely grossed out by poor table manners. People who lick their fingers, double dip and shove food in their mouths make me physically sick. I also get this from my Mom. We could both gag over any of these or other related issues.
6. When I find a house I like, I arrange my furniture in it in my mind while I’m falling asleep at night. I also grieve over losing a house I want like I lost a close relative. (No, I’m not over it and I’m not feeling any better about it or my stupid virus.)
Tagged are:
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I’m tagged! Well that’s good because all I can seem to write about lately is packing and moving. I’m such a bore!
I have claustrophobic feet too. And I can’t drink stuff out of a plastic cup. Not even water.
Hmm, I’ll have to think on this one. I have claustrophobic feet, too, that’s for sure.
Ha ha, the milk thing is hilarious. I guess I don’t like drinking Guiness from a can but that’s because I have tasted it from the tap in Ireland and after that…. there is no going back.
I was extremely glad to part ways with my previous house. A middle finger salute and no looking back was my only goodbye :).
Oh – another scary similarity in us, BBM! The milk thing. I thought I was weird because of not being able to drink milk out of plastic cups! I’m so relieved…now I know I’m not weird because of this little idiosyncracy (sp?)…I’m just plain weird!!! To go one further on the table manners thing…my pet peeve…my number one pet peeve…and all my friends know it and cringe when someone does it…BLOWING YOUR NOSE IN A RESTAURANT!!!!! Can you say “Gross”??? Can you say “Rude”??? You would not pee in the dining room of a restuarant, so what makes you think you can release other bodily fluids there in public???? EEEEWWWWEEEEE!!!!! For God’s sake, go to the bathroom and blow your nose people!!! Okay, I’m better now…
See, BBM, you’ve created a monster!! Thanks for playing along with this newbie! 🙂