I caught myself doing something today that I typically never think twice about. But for some reason today, it occurred to me that it’s really a bit odd. Then that got me thinking about all the other things I do that are probably odd, and realized I have quite a few random idiosyncrasies. And for reasons unbeknownst to me, I’ve decided to share them for the amusement of you three readers.
For your entertainment (or complete boredom):
- If eating Skittles or Jelly Beans (not Jelly Bellies, or Starburst Jelly Beans...just your classic, regular Jelly Beans), I always have to eat all the orange first, then yellow, then red. Green and purple are next, but I don’t really enjoy them.
- I cannot have so many emails in my inbox that I have to scroll down. To have that many creates high blood pressure and stresses me out. (Just for kicks, a good friend of mine randomly calls or emails me and simply tells me a number. It’s always the number of emails in her inbox. There have been times I have felt like I suddenly developed asthma and feel the need for an inhaler. I once sat on the phone with her for 30 minutes while she read me each email and I told her to either file it or delete it. It was Email Intervention.) (I should contact TLC about a series.)
- When washing baby bottles, I have a specific order I follow of bottle parts. And I silently count them while I wash them.
- I talk out loud to myself. Often. Hello, Self!
- Even if I hate the book, I will read the thing until the bitter, bitter end.
- I’m constantly playing with my hair. If I’m not twirling it, then it’s in my mouth. I’m not chewing it, per se...but then again, that’s probably arguable. If it’s in a ponytail and not in my mouth, then I am repeatedly running my fingers through it, braiding it, letting it go, and braiding it again. Even as I type this, my ponytail is in between my teeth. (I’m sure the Psych students are dying to get their hands on me.)
- I can’t be still. Greg can sit on the couch and watch TV without moving a muscle. I’m either up and down every few minutes, or playing with my hair (see above), or bouncing a leg, or what have you. (Again, hello Psych students, call for an appointment.)
- I wake up with some song in my head every. single. morning. At first I tried to be all super-spiritual about it, and thought God was trying to tell me something. But when you wake up with “Blame it on the Rain” by Milli Vanilli, that theory loses a bit of its oomph. (To schedule a session, please call 555-...)
- I really can’t be productive at home unless I’m dressed with my shoes on. And not flip-flops, because they make me feel lazy. If I really want to get some stuff accomplished, I have to have on my sneakers all laced up. Then I can work, clean and cook like the wind. While talking to myself out loud and snacking on orange jelly beans. (And yes, I called them “sneakers” to which Greg always replies, “Okay, MeMaw.”)
- Not a fan of taking a bath. Probably partly because of the sitting still thing (see #7), but also because I love for the bath water to be really hot. However, after seven minutes of sitting in the really hot bath water (not five and not eight, a solid seven), I’m too hot and uncomfortable and want out. I hate being hot.
Okay, that’s it. My Top Ten Ways to Know You’ve Lost It Before Age 40.
Don’t leave me hangin’ out to dry. I showed you mine...now you show me yours.