Even though my Mom and Dad BOTH taught me how...and even though I did it all growing up...I don't do hospital corners on my bed anymore.
Lately, I've been trying to keep track of my calories in a smart phone app, and even though I am the ONLY person to see it, sometimes I fudge a little--meaning, sometimes I record fewer calories than I actually eat.
I wear socks to bed every single night. I almost can't sleep if I don't have the socks. And just to amp up my nerd score, those socks are white over-the-ankle athletic socks.
I really, really cannot stand the sound of someone eating behind me. Mostly, I notice this phenomenon if I'm on the computer, and someone is standing behind me eating something. I literally want to come out of my skin. Usually, I just get up and leave the room for a moment.
I know I've said this here before, but I feel like I should get some sort of award for this... I have worn the same perfume--every single day--for 25 years. And I still love it.
I am not at all a picky eater. However, I do not like beets, turnip greens (or collard greens), cottage cheese, or liver.
I do, however, love Coca-Cola and ice cream. Heaven forbid I should become a diabetic. What would I do?
When my 6th grade daughter has a "conceptual" math lesson, I literally cannot help her. I can't for the life of me wrap my brain around that kind of math. Which is why Dewey Dunagin tutored me through Algebra II and Trigonometry in high school. I never did understand Trigonometry...
I have an unnatural love of jumping out and scaring my family. Or, occasionally, in the middle of Rebecca doing some schoolwork quietly, I'll suddenly yell, "BOO!!!" and I just laugh and laugh at how she jumps. I don't know WHY I think that is so funny! But, I do!
Okay, I do know WHERE I developed this love of scaring family. I come by it naturally. My parents--both of them--at one time or another, hid in my closet wearing a monkey mask. They just laughed and laughed when I'd open the door, and instantly fall to my knees in surprise. They called that my "drop seizures." Oh, and my brother, sister, and I all did the same kind of things to each other. Always in good fun--and we always laughed about it together. You know the saying, don't you? The family that scares one another, stays together.
This is enough confession for one day, isn't it? Okay, one more...
To this day, I am very insecure about playing volleyball. In fact, you will almost never see me play. Back in P.E. class waaaaay back in 12th grade, there were some very competitive girls--okay, mean girls--who yelled at me and trash-talked me when I'd miss a shot, or not play as agressively. Oh, and they yelled at other not-great players, too. I wonder if those girls are still insecure, too? Even though I don't at all feel emotionally scarred by those mean girls, it does remind me of the power of words.
All right--your turn! What are some quirky things about you?
Come on, now! It's confession time!
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