lol - you too? I used to practice doing the Merangu'e.... when i was young and by myself in an elevator i used to fight the walls as if i was being jumped and each wall represented a person that i was being jumped by...lol
LOL, well for one I like to dip my french fries in tarter sauce. Yep folks, this is who you are dealing with a man that likes his fries with tarter sauce.
That's not so weird! Captain Crunch and any superhero cartoon is the way to start a Saturday!!! It took me awhile to think of one................................I make the Jedi hand motion to open doors at malls/stores/doctors office even though all my kids are grown and now know that I'm (probably!) not a Jedi!!!
RANDOM WEIRDNESS - I always forget where I parked the car...and it's always, like, 2 lanes over. - When I was younger? Like, 6 or 7? I remember wondering if anyone would hear me if I screamed and coverd by ears. So, I tried it out. I just remember being in my room screaming at the top of my lungs with both ears covered, "AHHHHHHHH!" I did it for about 2 days. My mother would come into the room, like, "WTF?" *laugh* - I’m obsessed with teeth bleaching and ‘white teeth’. Anyone tried ZOOM? - Strange 'body noises' bother me. Loud eating, slurping, smacking, neck cracking and gum-popping. I’m not confrontational but I’ve almost ‘dressed down’ a stranger on her job interview for popping that gum. 2 people in the room. The room was totally quiet. No white noise. No music. No nothing. I was there to turn in my hours. It was home-health. She was filling out paperwork. An interview-ee...and here she goes: Pop – pop – pop! <-- this is what I had to listen to! So, I stared at her. Stared at her absentmindedly pop that gum with the placid deadened expression of a cow. She felt my eyes on her. Looked up, startlesd. Then...became conscious of herself...maybe realizing that, 'hey, my gumchewing is annoying.' "Oh...." She stopped. I cracked a smile to lighten the tension. "I know...it's just...." "Oh, no...I'm sorry..." "Yeah, it's just...really annoying." She was black, so...it could've gone either way. I was ready, though. *laugh* I was ready for some attitude. In nursing school, I once had this classmate who'd spontaneously snort *loudly* or crack her neck every 15-30 minutes. Every time she cracked her neck, half the class would cringe, stare at her and grip their pencils/the edge of the desk. - I can’t NOT pay attention to the way that a person holds their eating utensils. In fact, when people hold their knife/fork incorrectly? I want to pop their hands with the bell of my spoon. Also? Open-mouth eaters...bother me. - I dislike folks walking around in my house with their shoes on. When I visit the homes of others? I have to fight the urge to take my shoes off at the door. D'you have any idea all the crap that you've walked through and in on a daily basis. On the street...in public bathrooms...on the grass...in the store...and you're tracking that mess right into your house. Next time you go to the hospital or a nursing home or something? Pay attention to how often the floors are swept/mopped/buffed --> Constantly. There's a reason for that.... - I still play video games. Whenever I go to gamestop? I shock people. NOCTURNAL TENDENCIES: - I have to sleep with the fan on, no matter how cold it is. - I have to sleep...covered. - I can’t sleep if I’m too hot. The temp MUST be 65-70. I hate going to the house of someone who happens to be cold-natured. The thermostat’s always jacked up to 75-80...and I’m in the guest room or the couch tossing and turning. OCD-LIKE TENDENCIES - I check my doors 3-4 times before going to sleep. When I was single? I actually had the entrance ‘boobied’....*laugh* - I have to visibly check and double-check that I have my keys every time I exit my car. - My accessories have to match, i.e., shoes must coordinate with belt must coordinate with handbag. - I can’t wear mismatched undergarments or I’ll feel 'a tad bit wrong' all day... - My closet is arranged ‘just so’. Hangers in one direction. Much like Joan Crawford, I don't do wire hangers...and sometimes? I even 'color-code'. - We have a cleaning lady and I still go behind her and clean...with Ajax and Bleach, sometimes. Why? <- you sound just like my fiance. Y'know -- just because I’m particular about cleaning doesn’t mean that I want to be tasked with doing it myself. *laugh* See - he was under the impression that he was getting free maid service when I moved in. "Oh, I can let Imelda go now..." No, sir. I'll cook...because I like to cook. I clean...because cleaniless has to be maintained. See the diff between a pleasure and a chore? I only cleaned my house because I was never willing to pay anyone else to do it...but he did, so... What's the problem? No use firing the woman on my account. Anyway - my mother was the same way...and lemme tell you something: the only thing stranger than micro-managing a cleaning lady? Would be straightening up beforehand b/c you don't want the folks whose job it is to clean your dirty house, to clean your dirty house and think that you're a slob. Like, I grew up with a cleaning lady...while never actually rec'ving any of the perks of having a cleaning lady. She never cleaned OUR rooms or did our laundry or anything...because my parents didn't want to stress her out. We had to wash, mop, sweep, polish, dust our own s...t...and we STILL had to do the dishes. So...I actually do sanitize the toilets after every other use. I like my floors swept twice a day. I like my floors mopped once a day...and walking on a flat surface bare-foot, feeling crumbs underfoot, is enough to spark a cleaning frenzy. I also clean the kitchen, because it's is off-limits to her, since I've moved in. For one, she incorrectly washed my ‘seasoned’ pots...and dropped my Kitchen-Aid mixer on the floor, cracking the tile! She didn’t tell me...no. She’s ‘afraid of me’, for some reason. Well....she came in late and was surprised to see me expecting her. How long had she been doing that and charging my fiance the full 8 hours? That's a problem. TRUST. So, she called my fiancé crying about the mixer. He took a half day and bought another one to present me with when he broke the news...because he didn't 'want me raising any kind of hell' with his precious Imelda. For one, I'm not like that. You take care of the folks in your charge and my parents did. Believe me, every year 'Ms Stella' rec'vd $1000 bonuses. She rec'vd handbags and chocolates and kitchen appliances and such for her birthday+holidays. Every year, I buy her gifts for her birthday. She is paid $15.00/hr for 5 days a week, whether she comes to work or not...but she always does. Always did. She is that reliable! 'Ms Stella' raised me. She picked me up from school...fed me... She was invited to my graduation and will be attending my wedding. She still works for my parents. For what...I don't know. She's 75 years old. *laugh* She dusts and feeds the cat. My mother's afraid to let her go upstairs to clean...b/c she has bad knees. She runs errands with my mother. Apparently, my mother pays for companionship. Hell -- when I was in highschool, she just sat around all day and watched Oprah and washed her clothes until it was time to pick me up from school. So, I was raised right...but, in my defense? Imelda is an idiot... Like, what my fiance did? You do that with folks who've been with you forever and a day. After a while, it's like family. She hasn't been with me long enough to inspire that kind of emotion.