SIX QUIRKY THINGS ABOUT ME
(These are not in any specific order, and I reserve the right to deny any or all of them should you ever talk about the following with me face to face)
1) I will never get my ears peirced. It is not a religious thing, or that I don't think they are pretty, it's just that, it looks painful. Yes, I have experienced natural childbirth (thanks to Leah , who I still think could've waited for the anaesthisiologist), a C-section (thanks to Rach and her super big head) have torn every muscle in each ankle (thanks mom and dad for the fabulous ankle DNA) but I cannot rationalize paying money to someone to stick me in each ear with a needle(ouch!) and then baby my lobes for the rest of my life. Say what you will about the wonders of peirced ears and it will be to no avail. Let's face it, I'm 43....if I haven't done it by now, it's not happening. Ever.
2) My teenagers hate me. When they go to bed at 12 years of age,it's all "Goodnight mom, I love you!" When they wake up on the morning of their 13th birthday all of a sudden their attitude is "I live in a house of death and mom is the grim reaper" No lie, this happens pretty much over night. This is how it's been with the three teens I've had so far. However, their friends think I'm the cat's pajamas! When I substitute teach in the highschool, the kids in my classes are elated, and in between classes many of them will visit with me and even ASK MY ADVICE in their personal matters! In the halls, girls come up and hug me and boys yell "Yo! Mrs. H!" My teens would rather have leprosy than my opinion on anything, let alone their personal life. And acknowledging me in public is something that only happens in my dreams and their nightmares.
3) I get lost in big cities, small cities, I get lost in cities I've lived in for decades. The town I live in now has a population of 3,000, one stoplight and I still get lost at times - even after 18 years. If I'm in a building, it is difficult for me to find my way out again. I have absolutely no sense of direction. But I love to travel and so far I haven't let my "handicap" stop me. But it does give me anxiety at times.
4) My feet. My feet are pretty quirky. They are freakishly hot all year round. Sometime in May they begin getting too warm and sweaty and stay that way all thru winter until around about March when they cool off a little, only to begin sweating again with the onset of summer. I can barely stand to wear shoes and socks are pure torture. Because I have gone barefoot most of my life, my feet have taken on a hoof-like exterior, making it so I can walk on anything.To cool them off this winter, I would take a little walk in the snow, barefooted. Nothing phases these babies. Joe loves it because his feet are always cold and he likes to put his feet next to mine in bed...he also likes to clip off the dead skin when my hooves peel. Which they do about every three months. AND, I can pinch people and pick up objects off the floor with my toes. If there was a quirky award, I'm pretty sure my feet would win it.
5) I love Spongebob Squarepants. He and Patrick seriously crack me up. I hated the movie, but the cartoon is hilarious. We don't have cable, so we buy the videos, Jordan and I can't get enough of 'em!
6) My imagination. As a child, I always had a fertile imagination, and it has followed me for better or for worse into adulthood. When I'm driving, putting on make-up, vacuuming, whatever, I am usually running a play in my mind, that shuts out everything else around me. This helps me get thru housework, excersize and painful dental procedures. (But I'm pretty sure it would not work for the unimaginable pain involved in ear piercing). Sometimes I make up dramas of my own (My favorite is pretending that we live in the 1800's and I am but one of Joe's many frontier wives. I imagine all day what his other wives are like and I wonder what home he'll be going to that night. When he walks thru my door, I am sooo happy that he chose me! I always run and give him a big hug.) and sometimes my imagination will take off on a show that I've already seen. Pride and Prejudice can hold my attention for weeks, and I've even slipped a few times and called Joe "Mr. Darcy", he just looks at me and says "Huh?" I can even make my self cry at times, or break in to the giggles. Because of my quirky imagination, I have sung on Broadway, solved the problems in the middle east, discovered new worlds, been adored by my own teenagers, saved Joe's life many times, and saved myself from hours of boredom.
OK, Tie, there it is. I hope you still love me! I added two other new posts below.
