It’s been a while since I’ve shared my weird tendencies (over six months!) so I decided it was time. Ten more reasons I’m a weirdo. Seriously you guys, I could write a novel. But ten at a time is my max.
If you are new to the blog or just haven’t taken the time to read (how dare you!!) here is part 1 and part 2. Enjoy my pain.
As a reminder, these ten examples are meant to be fun and not offend anyone so please don’t take any of them personally. Like the title says, ten reasons why I AM a weirdo. Here we go!
- Two favorite parts of the day: when my husband comes home (awwwww, I know, I seriously miss him!) and when my head hits the pillow (heavenly).
- I do not like taking baths. Why would I want to be submerged in my own filth? And let’s be honest people, bathtubs are NOT comfortable. And the water gets cold so fast. Don’t get me started on bubble baths, how do you get the bubble residue off of your body? I just end up showering afterwards anyway so why bother? It’s all wrong. Bath’s are for babies.
- I am not a pet person. I don’t understand why people would want animals living in their home. I don’t trust them and they’re messy. My apologies to anyone who is a pet person, I know how passionate you all are and I think that’s great. But I’d greatly appreciate it if you would understand my dislike and not let your dog jump all over me. Because even though I appear super cool…I’m terrified inside.
- Along the same lines, I don’t enjoy the zoo. Animals in captivity? I’ll pass, thanks. Their little faces all seem so sad. It’s like going to a jail and just gawking at the inmates. And really, what is the point of a zoo? Purely for human entertainment? Super weird. And don’t judge that I had a season pass to our local zoo for several years, I was in I-have-three-kids-that-need-to-be-entertained survival mode.
- I always keep spare cardboard egg cartons on hand in case I have to buy (or our farm eggs come in) a foam egg carton. The sound it makes when I pull a foam egg carton off of my glass refrigerator shelf is like nails on a chalkboard. I half blame my husband for this one, he pointed the noise out to me once.
- One time in college I stapled an assignment and the staple was crooked. I promptly took the staple out and re-stapled it. My boyfriend, now husband, saw this go down and coined the nickname, “Anal Nicholson” (Nicholson is my maiden name). I know what you’re thinking, I was super crazy in college.
- I’m 42 years old and can do a pretty solid cartwheel. I’m pretty proud of that.
- I don’t like ice water. I actually dislike water in general. But if I am going to drink it I want it to be room temperature so I can chug it and just be done with it. And don’t even attempt to put any fruit in my water, that is so disgusting. Do you know the hands that have touched that one piece of fruit? Gross!
- I can’t wink. Ask me to try it, I’m told it’s hilarious. If I could wink, however, I would do it constantly. And probably get myself into a boatload of trouble. So probably a good thing I can’t wink.
- I despise carnations. Garbage flower. My friends know this and decorated my 40th birthday party with carnations on the tables. It was hilarious and I love my clever friends. It was also a line in “The Wedding Planner” that justifies my dislike. Geri says, “Uh uh, Pierre, I love you but if you use another carnation in my bouquet I will deport you, mk? Muah.” One of my all-time favorite movies.
Okay, that’s all I have in me for now. Do any of these resonate with you or am I alone in my psycho-ness? Please share!
Until Next Time,
Neko
