TAG !! I'm it and you're next.........
Alright already, Kim tagged me. Therefore everyone in blogger world gets to know 6 weird things about me.
1. I'll admit that I read this same sorta thing on someone else's blog and it's true for me too. I put my groceries on the conveyer belt according to cans, baby food, frozen food, delicate stuff. The weird thing is I almost make it a game. How fast can I unload the cart, with everything in it's "place". I know, you're thinking "total dork"
2. All the clothes in my closet are color coded. That way when I'm looking for "that black shirt" I can find it where the black shirts live.
3. When I was younger I certain that I was Wonder Woman. I asked to change my name to Jaime. One time I climbed a tree with my "laso" and somehow ended up hanging myself. Thankfully my mom looked out the kitchen window and saw me dangling. Not sure if this is weird or just plain stupid.
4. I CAN NOT stand the sight of blood. I actually got a lump in my throat when Bart Simpson cut his finger....ya I know, he's just a cartoon.
5. On our 2nd date my husband and I found out that we each have Winnie the Pooh tatoo's
6. I don't wear undies (no comments please )
Okay, so now I have to tag 6 other people
Beth
Susan
Jen
Michelle
Jaj
Mary-Mia
If you have already been tag then don't worry about it!
Rules of the tag:
1) Now you list 6 weird facts about yourself and post them on your blog and in my comments section. Then tag 6 more people.
2) Leave a comment in their comments section telling them they are tagged and to go to your blog.
Have Fun!!
posted by Aimee @ 8:52 PM
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7 Comments:
Oh Aimee. You're evil!! Here are mine:
1. I have 2 major pet peeves. The first is girls/women who wear chipping peeling cracked nail polish and don't either take it off or fix it. It just looks trashy & tacky. It says "I don't pay attention to detail, and I am lax in my grooming habits". If you can't be bothered with so trivial a detail, either don't wear it or stick to clear. This goes for both fingers and toes. The second one is a biggie: people who can't use the English language correctly. I'm not talking about the foreign tourist or immigrant that has made an effort and is doing the best that they can. I'm talking about people born and raised here who say things like "I don't got none." People using double negatives, incorrect prepositions, and improper tense just drives me up the wall. I have actually corrected complete strangers out in public.
2. I am a serious "mellow mouth". The red sauce at Del Taco is as far as I go. There are no red pepper flakes, chili peppers of any kind or bottles of Tabasco in my house. I think it started when I was 3: my dad was eating a quesadilla and I asked for a bite. He examined it closely, selected a spot, and told me to bite right there. Right there was a huge pool of Tabasco. I screamed in pain for 10 minutes. My father laughed his ass off. My mother almost killed him. Ever since then, no spicy food.
3. I am afraid of heights. I can climb up a ladder/sttep staircase/big rock, but I start getting nervous near the top and coming down is always a problem for me. I bought Jeff a hot air balloon ride for his birthdayone year, and I did go with him, but I had a death grip on the basket the whole time. You will never see me skydive or bungee jump.
4. I'm a movie person. I don't watch much TV, but I love movies. Especially musicals, comedies and B rated monster/sci-fi/horror flicks from the 50's-70's...you know...the MST3K kind. I'm the sort of annoying person who quotes lines from movies. Jeff is this way too, and it makes us a lethal team at Taboo. As I am falling asleep at night, I replay movies in my mind and it lulls me into dreamland. We have well over 300 DVD's in our house.
5. I grind my teeth when I sleep. I guess I'm getting better as I get older, but it's so loud that when I was younger I used to wake my Mom up in the next room. I had to wear a (very expensive) custom resin mouth piece to bed for years...and I actually ground so hard that I shattered 3 of them. Jeff has performed experiments on me in the night, and says that if I'm in "grinding mode" it's movement that triggers it- like if he rolls over or one of the cats jumps on the bed.
6. I was on "The Dating Game". Yep, it's true. I was 16. My friends Derek and Loren went in to audition and they listed me on a page of their application as a potential candidate. I auditioned and got on! I was Bachelorette #3...and I won! My date's name was Russ Selwyn and he was from Montana. Not my type, and I don't think I was his either. We went to NY City. Russ took off to go see some relatives on Long Island, and our chaperone, Lisa, gave me her friend's ID and we went club hopping.
~Michelle
www.yoichoichoi.blogspot.com
OMG Aimee I'm dying here. I can't believe you hung yourself while playing Wonder Woman. That's so funny. Your poor mother. I must confess I always wanted to be Kelly from Charlie's Angels.
Thanks for playing it was fun.
No undies? Hmmm. I guess you never have to worry about visible panty lines.
I sort my groceries the same way you do. It ticks me off when I get home and don't find things separated in my bags as I had them on the belt.
Six weird, or not-so-weird facts about me:
1. I alphabetize my spices...not weird in the last - I'm sure everybody does that.
2. The flowers on my dinner plates must be facing the correct way, even in the dishwasher. When the boys set the table they always put the plates upsidedown to irritate me.
3. The glasses and cups are placed in the cupbard in order according to their size...but you do that too, I'm sure.
4. I cannot sleep with my ear uncovered. It needs to be either covered with my hair or with my blanket. Ok, this one might be a teensy bit weird. And I can only sleep on my left side.
5. I have to shave my legs in order - if I do the wrong one first it throws my inner-gyroscope off for the rest of the day. And don't ask me which leg it is because at the moment I'm not in the shower and I really don't know until I start shaving as to which leg gets shaved first.
6. I fold underwear. Fits in the drawers better, but it also looks nicer too.
I do the grocery thing too. Then I get mad when they don't put them in the sacks per my sorting! Also my clothes are also sorted by color. Glad to know that I'm not the only one!
Man, I do the same thing with my groceries! Too funny!
I think that we are twins....No really. My husband works a ton. I go to lots of functions alone. i don't wear undies with some outfits. all of my clothes are color coded for the same reason's as you, and I otally do the conveyer belt thing with my groceries too.
This is too funny. i was wondering if I was reading adoption realated blogs or OCD blogs.
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