March 29, 2007

Tagged-Weird things

I have been tagged by Sesame for the six weird things meme. I did this last year around this time, but because I am relatively certain there are more than six weird things about me, I’ll play.

1. I have an uncanny ability for screwing up song lyrics to almost any song. It provides my husband with great amusement. For example, if you’re familiar with the song "Take my Breath Away" circa the Top Gun era, you probably know that towards the end of that song, the singer says, "Looking through the glass I saw you. . . ". Well, for years I belted along with her, but my version was, "Julio Iglesius saw you. . . " According to Mr. BBM, I’ve also screwed up many other songs. But most of the time, I prefer the lyrics my way.

2. Poor eating habits of other people can make me physically sick. Some of my major pet peeves are people who chew with their mouth open, double-dippers, finger lickers, and oh man, I think I need to go be sick. I can’t even think about nasty table manners without feeling nauseous. Gross.

3. If I seem kind of in a zone, it’s probably because I’m doing mental karate, mostly kata. I imagine myself doing kata’s while driving, while drifting off to sleep, during commercial breaks, when I’m cooking and even when I’m in the shower.

4. I form strange attachments to inanimate objects. For example, I will not allow my Mom to get rid of many of my toys/stuffed animals, etc. from childhood. I feel bad for the toys/stuffed animals. I blame my parents for raising me with empathy. Apparently it went too far. I also have a problem getting rid of clothing that is either out of date or no longer my size, especially when said item of clothing has sentimental value attached to it. For example, if I wore that blue shirt on our 26th date or something equally ludicrous. I thought adulthood would bring more rational thought on this issue, but now I just blame the Toy Story movies for putting on the big screen what I’ve imagined all along: toys do have feelings.

5. I have taken karate for several years now. I insisted on having a high tech security system installed in our home. I am always on alert when I am outside of the house and am a stickler for safety. Having said that. . . I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I have left my keys hanging in the front door of my house for anyone to just waltz right on in. Once I even did so overnight, when my husband was traveling. It took me a good 45 minutes to find those keys, because there was "no way I could have left them in the door-not me! NEVER!" and there they were.

6. I have every piece of baby clothes, baby towels, baby toys, baby equipment that we have ever received as a gift or bought ourselves. I can not even fathom the idea of getting rid of any of it. Most Mom’s willingly hand out outgrown clothing to other Mom’s with little ones, but I CAN NOT bring myself to do this. Every piece of clothing is attached to some type of baby memory, and I don’t want to lose that physical reminder. It’s just such an amazing time that I can’t part with any of it. (I guess this one goes with #4 but my crawl space full of baby things says this one deserved a number all its own.)

So, who to tag? Who to tag? I’m going to go with: Papa Bradstein, Forging Ironman, One Crazy Chick, thatblackbeltchic, and Junebee. If you’re not tagged and would like to play along, go for it and let me know you did. I tried to pick bloggers I haven’t tagged before, so play if you’d like to or feel free to just ignore me; everyone else does.

Did I guilt you into playing? Good.