Weird Things About Me Tag

Tami lovingly tagged me for this meme, so I'm playing along just so I have blog material (I know, you must get tired of reading about nothing but Menu's!)

Once you are tagged, link back to the person who tagged you.Post these instructions on your blog.Post 7 random or weird facts about yourself on your blog (the weirder the better, if you ask me).Tag 7 people and link to them even if you think they won’t do it.Comment on their blog to let them know they have been tagged and hunt them down if you have to. These are the rules to follow, so I will be giving my facts and tagging some others. If you have already been tagged, oops, I guess I just want to know more facts about you.



7 weird things about me:

1. I'd rather puke in a sink than in a toilet. Yakking in a toilet makes me heave 10 times harder than I had originally intended to. Something about foreign pubes in the toilet (usually stuck in a spot where the cleaner of said toilet never sees it) just sets me off even more. And, if I have a pukey feeling but it just lingers, I can be guaranteed to get rid of it just by looking into a toilet bowl. Don't ask why I felt the need to talk about puke. Just read it.

2. I have the shortest attention span when it comes to projects. I will go into an idea headlong with a full steam, just to drop it the moment that it gets repetitive, mundane, or time consuming. I would love to scrapbook my photos, but I refuse to even put my photos in an album because the task starts looking like too much work when I think about it. You have to find the photos, then sort them, then put them in.. it's all a mind thing. Once I start thinking about what is involved in something, my mind shuts down and vetoes whatever I was thinking. I honestly think that I need some baby steps thinking programs to get me to finish 9/10 of the things around my home.

3. I have a hard time keeping my bedroom clean. If I were to take a picture of it and post it on my blog, I would lose a good chunk of my readers based on the picture alone. I like things to be clean, but I love for my bedroom to be the one room that I don't have to worry about keeping pretenses of clean. My clean clothing never makes it to my dresser, the dressers are cluttered, and I have an open closet (it has no doors) that seriously needs a good purging. Easter basket storage, important papers, stuff from T-Bone's mom & stepdad that were never thrown out.. it's awful. Now it's making me cringe!

4. I don't mind taking the kids somewhere fun to hang out so they can have a good time. But, if I'm not occupied in other adult interaction while we are there, the kids had better decide to have a ton of fun in less than half an hour, so I can leave. I don't like being somewhere with the kids and have to tag around behind them because I have nothing better to do. Case in point, Chuck E. Cheese the other day. The place was super crowded, we couldn't get a table because I refuse to order food there (hmm... pizza or IHop.. pizza or IHop.. yanno, the decision was so difficult) so I had to hold 3 jackets the entire time we were there. I was wearing a pair of new heeled boots, and standing there was killing me more than if I had ran a marathon. To top it all off, the amount of heat that was radiating off the bodies in that place was enough to have sweat pooling at the neck of my hoodie. I was tres uncomfortable, and I stuck it out for nearly 2 hours. But I made them book it out of there doing 90 mph, at the least.

5. When I'm pregnant, my body starts acting like my immune system is super purified and way too clean. What makes me think this? It could be the fact that I purposely drive fast on dirt roads to kick up dust (with the windows all of the way down) so I can inhale the flying dirt. Or, it could be that I get the strongest urge to take a container of baby powder and squeeze it lightly so I can inhale the little particles that poof up. Anything that gives off a slight dusting, I'm all over it. And for some reason, I get the strangest feeling of satisfaction after I inhale any of these things.

6. I will not drink milk, then smoke a cigarette. Or, drink milk, then eat certain foods afterwards. I get the sense that the milk curdles inside of me, and I can't do it. BUT.. I can't have a milkshake or chocolate milk without a cigarette. Yes, cigarettes.. they will kill me. But, it won't be from plain curdled milk!

7. If I deviate from my shower ritual, I feel like everything is all off. One slight change, and I'm feeling the need to end the shower, dry off, and start the showering process all over the right way. Makes it rough when T-Bone wants to "conserve" water and take a shower with me. I have to be super careful to have the basic procedure followed so I don't get out cringing.

Okay, enough weirdness. I'm sure that you now know more than you wanted to. But WAIT! There's more. I get to tag 7 people! Beware...

T-Bone, Shell, Sara, Leigh, Claireboe, Ness, and Wendy. Boy, that seems to be getting easier, or it's just that everyone hasn't done this one yet and tagged everyone I know! Have fun with it!