Aug 12 2008
Six Unspectacular Quirks
Currently my internet is down down down, so I’m posting via my sister’s computer and I don’t know how soon the misfits at AT&T will actually be able to solve my connection issues. Apparently the wire box for our vicinity is in a neighbor’s yard and nobody was home today, so they couldn’t get access. So…I’ll have to be irate for a couple of more days.
In the meantime, my friend Elizabeth over at Three Channels has tagged me for this fun little sharing meme, which works out because I’m in a creative slump over my tech troubles. But rather than bore you with those details, I’ll bore you with these.
The Juicy Details:
1. Link the person who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules on your blog.
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks you possess.
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.
The Low Down
1. Unless I’m completely focused on what my jaw is doing, I tend to chew with my mouth open. It’s not intentional, I know it grosses some people out, which is why I make a concentrated effort to squeeze my lips together when I’m eating out, but if I get distracted for whatever reason…forget it, I’ll start smacking away.
2. I have this giant, scary mole on the back of my head. I’ve had it since I got chicken pox as a teen. I’m so neurotic and self conscious about it that I only get my hair cut once a year, because I hate having to point it out to the stylist.
3. I’ve got dwarf feet. They’re a five and occasionally difficult to fit. Luckily I stick to sneakers and flip-flops which are easy to find in the children’s department of any store.
4. I hate crowds, like big, heaving, trample-you-in-a-riot crowds. Last big concert I went to was Live in 1995, it was general seating, and once the band came on stage and everyone rushed forward, I had a huge panic attack and had to be physically removed by my husband.
5. I can only eat fruit on the first day I buy it. If it’s been sitting in my fridge and shows even the slightest sign of softness or bruising, I’ll throw it out. If by chance I try to eat an overripe piece of fruit, it will take all of my willpower not to gag.
6. My daughter was the first to call me on this one. For some reason when I’m talking to a waiter or waittress, I tend to be overly enthusiastic and giggly. I’ll punctuate every request with an awkward high pitched laugh that apparently makes my teenaged daughter squirm in her skin for me.
The Chosen
