24th
March
2008
Quirks, tagged
I’ve been blogging for almost three years, and this is the first time anyone has ever tagged me for a meme. Thank you, Mary Lynn, for fulfilling my biggest blog fantasy. What a sad blog life I lead…
Here are six seven eight geezus, NINE quirky things about me:
- I love and eat with small utensils. Like dessert forks and mini spoons. I never use large spoons like normal people for things such as soup or ice cream. These and dinner forks feel foreign in my hand and mouth. I do not want to know what Freud would do with this.
- I own all seven seasons of the Golden Girls. They are my comfort food in TV form.
- Speaking of food, one of my favourite sandwiches is Cheez Whiz and sliced sweet or bread and butter pickles. Trust me — it’s delicious!
- I just turned 29, and I still sleep with a stuffed animal, a soft brown bunny named Earl. It’s not because Earl holds any real sentimental value — although I do think fondly of my sweet bowling school friend Leanne who gave him to me years ago — but because I actually need to have something pressed up against my belly when I sleep.
- Although I sleep sans un pyjama, I sleep with a cotton training-like bra. It started when I got pregnant with Lucy (thems were some sore booblies!), continued while breastfeeding (the first night my milk came in, I went to bed as usual and woke up in a pool of wet — gag), and has continued since, as I’m just used to it now, and really, The Girls need as much support as possible as Those Who Breastfe(e)d know.
- Remember the crazy husband in Sleeping with the Enemy? How he obsessively lined up all his canned good and towels and that’s how Laura knew he was back because she came home one night and opened the cupboards and all the labels were lined up and the towels were straight and OMG THE SUSPENSE? I’m not THAT bad, but here and at others’ houses, I straighten towels and face cloths when they’re hanging on a bar. It drives me bonkers to see them tousled or not lined up. Also, Eric got a label maker for Christmas, so we have been labeling a lot of our baking etc. goods in our cupboards, and the labels must face out.
- I cannot swim the front stroke with my face in the water, breathing to the side. I flip my head side to side with each arm stroke instead. Like a flailer. Thus I do the breast and side stroke a lot.
- My sister dug this one out of the closet: If I try a cookie and I don’t like it, I put it back — with a bite taken out — in the bag/box/tin. My father, and now Eric, are my designated Carly-cookie-with-a-bite-out-of-it eaters.
- Ditto, Michele: If I change the toilet paper roll at your house, I put it back on My Way, or The Way It Is Supposed To, or With The Piece Hanging Over The Top
I am tagging Jen O. and Karla because I adore them, and they are both looonnnnnng due to update! No pressure, ladies…
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I fear that if I do this, people with think I’m freakishly weird, but I shall give it a shot.
Also, Chiquiata? Did I miss the breastfeeding boobie bonanza? Because mine are like, smaller than they were in grade 4 I think. I wear a perma push-up bra now with pretend boobs tucked inside. Ok, that right there might be my first answer.
Your forgot to mention how you turn other people’s toilet rolls to the wrong way … against gravity. *sigh*
Oh, and the one bite cookie monster habit .. or have you grown out of that now?
Is it a quirk to change the toilet paper so that it goes over the top even if you’re in someone else’s house? I thought that was just common sense! Wouldn’t anyone rescue a friend who has inadvertently put the toilet paper roll on the WRONG way?
My father, though I adore him, is notorious for completely messing up bathroom towels when he dries his hands. How does he manage to make the poor towels look so disheveled, I don’t know. I have to hang up towels so that you can’t see the tag, too. Tags drive me batty. Again though, isn’t that normal?
i’m with Carla. My boobs are so small now that i’m finished breastfeeding that i don’t need to wear a bra anymore for support. I’m back to undershirts and if i really need to look grown up then i put on a superduper push up bra with boobies built in!
Sadly, in this situation, this blog post should be easy. Is there some sort of limit to how many quirks I can list? Because I can think of a few…
Carly, you’re not along in the no-face-in-water when doing the front crawl. My swimming teachers could never break me of that.
I wish The Girls had shrunk to the no-bra point, but instead they sorta…deflated. I am the same cup size I was pre-pregnancy, but there is more skin than actual boobs to fill them.
So in a vain attempt to prevent them from sinking to my knees, they get literally squashed into this bra each night.
What a wonderful image that is…
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