Do, re, mememe
I was tagged by both Sarah and Bailey for this meme, so I figured since I had nothing better to bore you all with today, I could bore you with "Six unspectacular quirks about myself."
1. I eat one thing at a time on my plate because I hate taking bites of different things and mixing up all the flavors. So, for example, I will eat all my fries and then all of my burger. Or I will eat all of my steak and then all of my potato and then all of my veggies. It's even influencing my child's eating habits since I only serve him one thing at a time, because that's how I eat so that's how I serve. If we give him more than one thing at once, he gets overwhelmed and won't eat anything.
2. I must have more than one pillow to sleep well. I take one and lay it the correct way at the top of the bed and then I take another one and turn it the long way and sort of hug it and put it under the side of my head. Josh only sleeps with one pillow and throws his second one on the floor and I just don't understand how we can even be compatible. On the nights he is out of town every week, I also take his pillows and do the same thing, giving me four pillows in my configuration, no matter which way I face. It's heavenly.
3. I talk to my mom every day, sometimes multiple times per day. Usually, it's something mindless or something I need to bitch about. Example: today I called her to tell her that I got screwed with my bridesmaid dress alterations. The local dry cleaner charged me $88 freaking dollars to take the dress in and shorten it. I almost had a heart attack. They said it was because the top of the dress had horizontal pleats and they had to take it in a full size. (I ordered a size too big because I was 11 weeks postpartum and a fatass when I had to order it. I wasn't 100 percent sure I would lose enough weight, so I went bigger. Apparently, that was a costly mistake.) But that phone call to complain to my mom was our third conversation of the day. And for the record, she felt bad for me.
3. I hate bananas. Don't like the smell. Don't like the texture. Don't like the peel. Don't like anything about them. Hate them in smoothies and can taste even the tiniest amount in anything. Banana bread might be the grossest idea ever. But of course I have to hide this from the children. Emmie eats a mushed-up banana every morning and Jack made me share a banana with him the other day. Oh. My. God. The horror.
4. I make the bed every day. I can't stand the sight of messed-up sheets and just knowing the bed was unmade while I was gone from the house would send me into a panic. I used to make it before I even got in the shower in the morning, but now I tend to get out of the shower and make the bed before I even get dressed. I like a neat start to my day and I like to feel like I am getting into a fresh bed at night. Josh does a good job of at least making it look like he made the bed, but he just pulls the sheet up willy nilly and then covers it with the comforter. And he refuses to do the throw pillows the way I like them. But I let it slide because he makes an effort and I can just fix it my way later.
5. I don't know how to swim (as in stroke, kick and breathe). As a matter of fact, I am not that big of a fan of water. Instead I just paddle and keep myself afloat. I am such a baby about deep water that I must have one of those wacky noodle/tube/floaty things and/or a lifejacket. I even wear a lufejacket when I snorkle. You can't be too careful in the open water, in my opinion.
6. No matter how few or many items we need from the grocery store, I always wander around the store looking at stuff. It drives Josh insane to the point he won't go with me and will instead tell me to make a list and he'll just go himself. But I like poking around and you just never know when an item on the shelf might jog your memory that you need more of whatever it is. This also results in a lot of off-listing and extra money spent.
I am supposed to tag six other people, but I am too lazy. Instead, I invite all you readers to share one unspectacular quirk about yourself in the comments.
1. I eat one thing at a time on my plate because I hate taking bites of different things and mixing up all the flavors. So, for example, I will eat all my fries and then all of my burger. Or I will eat all of my steak and then all of my potato and then all of my veggies. It's even influencing my child's eating habits since I only serve him one thing at a time, because that's how I eat so that's how I serve. If we give him more than one thing at once, he gets overwhelmed and won't eat anything.
2. I must have more than one pillow to sleep well. I take one and lay it the correct way at the top of the bed and then I take another one and turn it the long way and sort of hug it and put it under the side of my head. Josh only sleeps with one pillow and throws his second one on the floor and I just don't understand how we can even be compatible. On the nights he is out of town every week, I also take his pillows and do the same thing, giving me four pillows in my configuration, no matter which way I face. It's heavenly.
3. I talk to my mom every day, sometimes multiple times per day. Usually, it's something mindless or something I need to bitch about. Example: today I called her to tell her that I got screwed with my bridesmaid dress alterations. The local dry cleaner charged me $88 freaking dollars to take the dress in and shorten it. I almost had a heart attack. They said it was because the top of the dress had horizontal pleats and they had to take it in a full size. (I ordered a size too big because I was 11 weeks postpartum and a fatass when I had to order it. I wasn't 100 percent sure I would lose enough weight, so I went bigger. Apparently, that was a costly mistake.) But that phone call to complain to my mom was our third conversation of the day. And for the record, she felt bad for me.
3. I hate bananas. Don't like the smell. Don't like the texture. Don't like the peel. Don't like anything about them. Hate them in smoothies and can taste even the tiniest amount in anything. Banana bread might be the grossest idea ever. But of course I have to hide this from the children. Emmie eats a mushed-up banana every morning and Jack made me share a banana with him the other day. Oh. My. God. The horror.
4. I make the bed every day. I can't stand the sight of messed-up sheets and just knowing the bed was unmade while I was gone from the house would send me into a panic. I used to make it before I even got in the shower in the morning, but now I tend to get out of the shower and make the bed before I even get dressed. I like a neat start to my day and I like to feel like I am getting into a fresh bed at night. Josh does a good job of at least making it look like he made the bed, but he just pulls the sheet up willy nilly and then covers it with the comforter. And he refuses to do the throw pillows the way I like them. But I let it slide because he makes an effort and I can just fix it my way later.
5. I don't know how to swim (as in stroke, kick and breathe). As a matter of fact, I am not that big of a fan of water. Instead I just paddle and keep myself afloat. I am such a baby about deep water that I must have one of those wacky noodle/tube/floaty things and/or a lifejacket. I even wear a lufejacket when I snorkle. You can't be too careful in the open water, in my opinion.
6. No matter how few or many items we need from the grocery store, I always wander around the store looking at stuff. It drives Josh insane to the point he won't go with me and will instead tell me to make a list and he'll just go himself. But I like poking around and you just never know when an item on the shelf might jog your memory that you need more of whatever it is. This also results in a lot of off-listing and extra money spent.
I am supposed to tag six other people, but I am too lazy. Instead, I invite all you readers to share one unspectacular quirk about yourself in the comments.
Labels: It's all about me
posted by Amy at
7:15 PM
9 Comments:
I have to smile every time I learn something new about you. I don't think it's quirky at all, just you...in all your wicked coolness.
I'm not quirky at all, however, I must also make my bed every day and before bolting out of the house at 7a, every single toy must be picked up and put in the big ol' bin. God forbid an intruder find my house a mess?!
I hate all condiments. I can't even buy them at the store (which thrills my husband since he doesn't share this opinion). I also hate anything that comes from a tomato, just to be safe I never eat anything red.
You are too funny! I certainly enjoy getting to know you and your family from your blog. I too sleep with at least 3 pillows. I can't stand when my knees and ankles are knocking into each other. I hate grocery shopping, so I go with my list and get in and get out as fast as I can. No browsing for me, especially if I have the rugrats with me.
*long time reader, first time commenter*
i am a BIG texture person. i get freaked out if something even looks like the wrong texture. (the seeds inside a green pepper for example) and if i don't like the texture, i need to mash it up or throw it away cause i can't stand to look at it.
(from one former illinoisian to another - love reading your blog so very much)
I eat the same thing everyday for lunch....unless I go out. I hate spending time thinking about food.
Crooked blinds drive me nuts. I have two in my front windows, so they have to line up with each other, each blind has to be straight. It will drive me nuts if it's not. I'll try to ignore it, but I can always see it out of the corner of my eye. I fix other people's blinds too.
P.S. I do the pillow thing too!
I can't eat any food or drink that is artificially colored blue. When I see someone else that has eaten or drunk something blue and their lips/teeth/tongue are stained blue it literally makes me gag. I'm really not that crazy, and there is a very good story behind this quirk. Let's just say it involves the old candy "ka-blueys", ten softball teams comprised of thirteen year old girls, food poisoning, and projectile vomiting. Enough said.
Also, Amy--your blog rocks :) Long time reader, first time commenter. Love you!
I also have to eat one thing at a time on my plate. And the things can't touch on the plate. When I was little I used to pick out the items that had touched other items and would refuse to eat them because "That piece of bread might taste vaguely like peas"
I like all my fruit on the 'green' side. Bananas will only be eaten if the peel is still tinged green. And Peaches are eaten while still crunchy.
I could never eat chicken when it is apart from the bone, I can only imagine eating chicken that is attached to the bone. I have become mostly a vegetarian (except bacon) so I don't have to explain why this is anymore... it makes life easier.
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