So, here I am writing about 6 quirky things about me, because I have been blog-tagged by my friend
Katie. If you are reading this...you may be next. Quite frankly, I couldn't think of 6 quirky things about myself. As to why, see number 1.
1. My first quirk is that I can never think of facts, stories, or embarrassing moments about myself on the fly. Not that there aren't any, no quite the opposite, there are plenty. The reason for this may be because my brain is so actively working to keep those thoughts away from my consciousness. As many of you have experienced, I open my mouth and insert my foot a lot. I try not to, but it happens anyway.
2. Okay this next one I am not sure if it is a quirk or not. Because, really, aren't all women like this? Mike thinks that I get a little, no, "overly excitable" (his words not mine) on the phone when I am talking to my friends. Apparently, I have a voice for him and then a voice for other women, a little higher pitch and a little faster and loud. Talking to other women is very energizing and it is especially fun when I talk to friends I haven't talked to for a long time. That happens when you move around a bit. If the kids are asleep he makes sure that I know I need to go to the furthest reaches of the house and talk into a pillow or in a closet so I don't wake the kids up.
3. Okay, this is a little strange, and it seems that I can't fix it, especially, when I have been around my family recently. I am the 5th of seven children and I have a sister and a brother younger than me in that order. My children are the same sexes in the same order. This is the strange way I excuse it, since this is the only correlation I can come up with and it doesn't happen with any of my other siblings. So what is it? I call my children, Katie and Christian, the names of my sister and brother, Rachel and Paul. Often. I don't have other children to confuse their names with, so apparently I borrow from my family and screw them up in the mix instead. And it doesn't go one way. When I am around my family I will call Rachel and Paul, Katie and Christian, respectively. Mike doesn't get it and thinks I am crazy when I do it. I think this is a perfectly normal reaction when you come from a big family....yeah, okay, it is a quirk. I own it.
4. I can't go anywhere without make-up on. Okay, I have made progress. I actually go to the gym looking totally disgusting, and I will drop off the kids at school in the morning in my pajamas. However, besides that, I have to have my hair done and make-up on. This is because of the brutal and extreme training of my upbringing. Torturous, really. If I left the house without my lipstick on (it was wisely in my hand), I was asked if I realized I didn't have my lipstick on and wasn't I going to put it on. Now, I understand, my lips are chalky white and need all the help they can get. My mom has the same problem, so really it is all out of concern. But, now, I have to have my hair done and make-up on or I just can't go. When Mike and I were first married he commented that I looked great au-naturale. And just like that, BAM, he asked me one day, slightly trepidatious, if I was going to put make-up on. Yes, I had my make-up bag in my lap as we were on our way somewhere. Because this scenario had happened before with a previous boyfriend I was prepared for the rose-colored glasses to come off and him need my miraculous make-up back on. Yep, my little quirky drug, make-up. But I am not the only one who likes it... :)
5. Mike thinks I talk to fast. In college, when I called one of my married friends, I could talk so fast to her that her husband, who was right next to her and who could hear me clearly, could not understand a word I said because I was talking so fast. She could understand me, so that was all that mattered to me. I suppose it comes from coming from a big family, talk fast if you can to get a word in edge wise. There are still times that I will start talking to somebody in person and I will have to repeat what I said because it was to fast. Once again, I get excited. My mom talks fast too, so apparently it is hereditary.
6. Last quirk...that I am sharing...I have horrible fingernails. Not because I bite them or have in the past. No, not that. Growing up I would watch my mother file her nails just at the ends to keep them even. They were truly naturally beautiful. If she had had the time to paint her nails she would have looked like she had gone to the salon. I did not inherit those fingernails. My fingernails grow with ripples, or curling under, and while doing that spreading out in a fan shape from the nail bed. Yes, they are plain ugly and look best after I have cut them down to the nail bed. Maybe someday I will pay for manicures. But for now, I just try to stay on top of keeping them short.
Okay, enough about me darlings, even though I thought of another one last night (like how cheap I am and how hard I have had to fight to overcome it. Both Mike and I had nightmares after that came up...). Now I tag
Jeralee,
Chelsea,
Melanie, and
Jana (I know you are reading now...) you are next. I know you all come here often enough for me to see something soon...
When we came back out they enjoyed sliding all the way back to the car. We got back to Phoenix where the roads aren't slick with no incident. You would think by the way I talk that I didn't live in the snow for 3 1/2 years. Of course, maybe that is why I take the ice seriously... However, I really am not missing shoveling snow and freezing. As you can see, the kids were thrilled to see snow and glad for a real reason to wear the winter coats.
