Maybe I'm Not As Weird As All That

Keri at Stripey Cat Productions has tagged me. I guess that makes me IT. What exactly IT is I'm not sure, but I need to list 6 randomy-weird things about myself. Trust me, this list could go on. But I'm told by the blogging gods-that-be that I must stop at the magic number or I may have to wear a bra around the house for a day as punishment.

So here are some incredibly randomy-weird facts about myself, ranging from "who knew" to "I didn't need to know."


1. Iced tea makes me pee. A lot. As in are-you-sure-you're-not-pregnant-because-you're-in-the-bathroom-every-15-minutes kind of have to pee. I can drink hot tea made with the same tea bags and it does not have the same effect. And I drink decaf so it's not the caffeine. I know this because my coffee isn't always decaf and I never have the uncontrollable bladder going on with that. Yep, Weird.

2. I won't drink water from any tap but the kitchen sink. Bathroom water is unthinkably icky and laundry room is just plain nasty. (Not that I've ever tried them or anything. My husband says it's mental. Or maybe he meant that I'm mental.)

3. I dyed my hair once when I was 20. I wanted strawberry blonde so left the red dye in for a quarter of the time specified. It's a good thing too, because the dye reacted with a perm that I'd had months before and tinted my hair blueish-green. You couldn't really tell unless I wore these colors, but sadly that's what my wardrobe consisted of mostly. The professional hair dressers all agreed that the type of dye used prevented them from stripping it out. One of two things would happen. 1.) It would brighten and enhance the blueish-green. 2.) It would take here and there, leaving me with a striped blueish-green look. It was nearly a year before all traces were gone. Right around my wedding, actually.

4. I'm a little wee bit stubborn. No, this is not weird, but I'm pretty sure the extremes that I take things to are not exactly normal. Example: To this day I have never made ham pot pie, and as far as I'm concerned I will go to my grave only eating someone else's. I have tried and failed too many of my MIL's recipes, and my hubbs is so quick to point this out each and every time that I make either potato salad or vegetable soup (these are her trademarks, and they're awesome). And not only does he point out that mine are woefully inadequate, but he's taught the kids to loudly and publicly proclaim this as well. Despite his offers to help me make pot pie, and his promises to never, ever say one word about mine in comparison, I will never make it. Do you hear me?! NEVER!!!

5. I do things clockwise. I cannot function "backwards." Especially when I'm sewing, I have to work around something in a clockwise rotation or my OCD kicks in and I become spazzy and non-functional.

6. I do not like fruit. I'll eat apples, pineapple and most berries, but that's the extent of it. No pears, peaches, cantaloupe, watermelon and especially not bananas. I cannot stand the sight of a peeled banana, the smell has made me nauseous already, and if one of those little stringy thingies touch me I will freak out. I do not touch peeled bananas if I can help it. And yet, strangely, I LOVE banana flavored popsicles and banana bread is one of my all-time favorites. Don't even ask, I can't explain it.

7. I am not that into ice cream. Some incredibly good Breyers with tons of chocolate in it is a treat on occasion, but I can take it or leave it. My hips are appreciative. Now if only I could convince myself that chocolate is also optional. And speaking of chocolate, white chocolate is not chocolate. Argue all you want, it does not contain cocoa, which is what real chocolate is. It's nasty and waxy-tasting and I will not eat it. I do not care if you color it pink or blue or yellow or green, it's still nasty. Give it to someone else.


Okay, being mathmatical (does that count as another weird thing?) I realize that I've posted 7 items instead of 6. Great. I've just pushed the bloggy gods and not only will I have to wear a bra around for a day under my pajamas (what, you think I'd get dressed just because I'm supported?) my underwires will probably push their way out and poke me in the boob. But it's a chance I was willing to risk. I've been looking for an excuse to buy new bras anyway.

Okay, since I've pushed the envelope on the limits thing, I have to mention this freaky thing. Keri listed this as one of her weird things. I nearly died. I did this for years and years and really had no idea that someone else was as weird as I was. I mean, I lived to ride, and cross-country courses seriously rock. And if I was forced to be in a vehicle at least I could imagine I was riding.

On long car trips , i imagine myself riding a horse on the shoulder of the road we are driving on. Now i don't just mean weeeee... there i go, i mean full on imaginative horse... how i would avoid each obstacle that comes into my 'horse's path'... what the horse would do at each stoplight... I have done this since i was little to pass the time. yes a little insane to still do it at 35... but old 'habits' (cute pun..) are hard to break.

Seriously, is that not the freakiest thing in the world? That two of us are this incredibly weird? (No offense, Keri, but you have to know what I mean.) It's like finding out that you're not the only one who had a 3'2" tall imaginary friend named Pete with green hair and purple eyes. Or something like that.

I've gotta tag someone on this. I'm not sure how many someones, but we all know that I'm not very good at following rules so it wouldn't matter anyway. I'm going with Johnina at Bottles, Barbies and Boys, Kidzmama at Not A Spare Minute, and Kimmy at Tales of a Blender Kimmy.

For all you others who tagged me for things, I've got them hanging out in my drafts. Never fear, I'll get around to them. Some take more time than others.