Monday, April 17, 2006

Six Weird Things

Ghandi rules tagged me for the Six Weird Things meme.

So here goes. This is probably not a good time to do this-I'm sick, so I've lost what little inhibition I usually have about sharing.

1. I can never decide which jacket/coat/artic parka to wear. I've been like this since childhood, and it drives anyone around me to madness. Which coat I select involves consideration of current conditions (wet or dry, windy, cloudy or clear), current temperature, future conditions, future temperature, do I want to drag this coat around if it gets hot, and I hate being cold, so maybe I should wear something warmer. This deliberation happens every time of year except during the hottest part of summer. It happens even then if I'm going to be inside, because hey, a/c is cold! Oh, and the number of layers of clothing I'm wearing also comes into play, and interacts with all of the above. Did I mention that this decision-making process happens every time I leave the apartment? Even reading this should make you want to run screaming from the room.

2. I started wearing glasses at one year. Not one year ago, one-year old. It was right before my second birthday. If the doctors had their way, I would have started wearing glasses when I was 6 months old.

3. I'm a toucher. I have to explore things by touching, whether it's a book I'm interested in or an item in a museum. (The mastodon in Wisconsin feels really neat. Shhh!) I'm not grabby toward other people.

4. I feel better when things are put away. If I have to look at them, I keep thinking "That needs to be put away". But I'm lazy, so I tend to throw things anywhere. I build up giant messes, then frantically clean them.

5. If we went out to dinner, you'd be shocked at the number of foods that I have never tasted. I grew up on a small set of processed food items. So I've never tasted a raspberry, or a rutabaga, or even a radish. I want to try new foods, but holy moley it's scary.

6. Here's where I'm really going to test my readers. Before I tell you the sixth thing, I need to remind you that a) I am 36 years old, and b) I am a woman. OK? I think farts are funny. Not: they put a smile on my face, but: I laugh out loud when I hear one. I can't help it, they're just really funny.

I don't want to tag anyone specifically, because, you might end up revealing emabarrassing things about yourself (see #6). So if you're reading this, and you'd like to participate, you're tagged!

Here are the rules:

1. Reveal six weird facts/things/habits about yourself and then tag six people.

2. Leave a "You're Tagged!" comment to let the people you have tagged know they have to reveal six things (or the entire blogosphere will explode and it will be their fault).

3. Leave me a comment letting me know that you have completed your mission (if you have chosen to accept it!).

4 comments:

Madame DeBarge said...

You've never tasted raspberries?
Girl, you are MISSING OUT!!!

And farts are hilarious. My friend Kevin will talk on the phone with Reade, and they will make fart noises at each other. Burp, as well. It's so cute.

On the jacket thing, I tend to be warm, so I have a closet full of t-shirts. I don't wear long sleeves in the winter, because I don't want to get overheated. I also can't wear pull-over sweaters, it has to be really chilly for that. I tend to leave sweaters at home as early as humanly possible, season-wise. I wear flip flops year round, as well.
Hmmm, six things...

Kim said...

Accepted!

gandhi rules said...

Ok the food issue is hilarious but by god aren't you bored out of your mind? I can't believe you dont know what a raspberry tastes like.
By the way I'm 36 and a woman too and I love farts, not the smell but the sound and the jokes that are made because of them. Farts and poop are funny.
I do feel like a college boy saying that.

spotted elephant said...

I'm so glad other women find farts funny.

gr-Yes! I am bored out of my mind. But it's how I've always eaten, so changing things is hard. New foods are scary when you've never really tried new food. Sigh.